by Lane Hart
“Oh shit,” I mutter, knowing that exact bearded skull logo all too well. The Savage Kings are killers now? Is that the type of man Chase turned into? I guess anything is possible after ten years. I’m starting to think I never really knew him…
“Cut!” Steve says before he lowers the heavy camera from his shoulder. “Sasha, once again, watch the language!”
“Sorry,” I apologize with a cringe.
“Let’s wrap this up so we can edit it for the six o’clock news. Jim will be pissed if he has to hold off until the eleven o’clock.”
“Okay, I’m ready,” I say. Steve gives the signal, and then I pick up where we left off. “Again, if anyone has information that could lead authorities to the suspect responsible, please call the Highway Patrol Office at the number on the bottom of the screen.” Steve nods, knowing they’ll be happy to plug that number into the clip during editing.
“This has been Sasha Sheridan reporting from New Hanover County for WBRL Seventeen News.”
“And cut!” Steve says. “We’re good.”
Turning to the sergeant, I put the microphone in my left hand to hold out my right for him to shake. “Thank you so much for your help.”
“Anytime. It was a pleasure,” he replies with a grin as he clutches my hand in his strong grip. “I mean, I feel awful about the victims, but I’m glad I got to meet you.”
“Oh, um, right,” I agree.
“Besides,” he says as he steps closer and lowers his voice, “Off the record, these guys have criminal records a mile long. They were all wanted.”
Why does hearing that make me feel better? It shouldn’t. Three men are still badly injured and at least one is dead because of one of the Savage Kings.
“Did the witness describe the biker?” I ask.
“Well, she said he had light hair and a pretty thick beard, both almost a reddish-blond color. She wasn’t absolutely sure, so we won’t be sharing that with the public. She also noticed several tattoos covering his right arm, but keep that between us too, okay? We need to hold a few of our cards to verify any witness information that comes forward.”
“Okay,” I agree, even though speaking that one word is difficult. While I haven’t seen Chase Fury in years, the description may very well be a match for him. All except for the beard, which he could’ve grown out. Would he do something so…so brutal?
Removing his hat and running his fingers through his short, dark hair, the sergeant says, “So, um, would you maybe want to have dinner with me sometime?”
“Ah, well, um.” Caught off guard, I stammer, which is unusual since I thought my public speaking courses beat all of those sentence fillers out of me. I’m still working on the potty mouth.
“Here, how about I give you my card; and if you come to a decision, you just let me know?” Sergeant Barnes suggests. Pulling out his wallet, he reaches inside and pulls out his business card, complete with the shiny badge logo and all.
“Wow, okay,” I say when I take the card. He’s a nice looking guy, tall and muscular like I prefer. Besides, I haven’t had a date in…okay, longer than I care to admit.
“Have a good one,” Sergeant Barnes says. He puts his big hat back on and tugs down the front brim at me like a cowboy.
As I watch him walk away, I notice his nice plump ass in his uniform; but other than that, there’s no real spark. Which is a shame. He’s just too…nice. I need…well, I need a little bit of a bad boy to keep things interesting.
Blowing out a breath, I make my way back to our news van and climb inside for a drink of water to try and wrap my head around the breaking news.
Before, I stayed away from Chase because I refused to be the one to break the silence when he’s the one who hurt me. I don’t mean physically, like I’m sure he thinks, but the emotional damage that he caused. Now, though, my curiosity has been raised about the Savage Kings. Since they have charters all over the United States, if I broke a story about them going around killing people on the highway in broad daylight, it could have the potential to go national.
Besides, even if I don’t write one word of a story, I still need to know the kind of man Chase has become. There was a brief moment in time when I was planning to spend the rest of my life with him. Maybe, if I find out that he’s turned into a killer, I’ll finally be able to let him go once and for all.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
New York Times bestselling author Lane Hart was born and raised in North Carolina. She continues to live in the south with her husband, two daughters, and several pets named after Star Wars characters.
When Lane's not writing or reading sexy novels, she can be found in the summer on the beaches of the east coast, and in the fall watching football, cheering on the Carolina Panthers.
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