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Silver Bastard (Silver Valley #1) Page 34
Author: Joanna Wylde

Not long after I’d gotten out of prison, the old man had died. Hadn’t left the mine to his daughter, though. Went straight to the grandson.

“Doesn’t that make him about the richest kid in Idaho?” I asked. Boonie snorted.

“Might make him the richest kid in North America,” he replied. “Not that it’s doing him any good. They’ve been fighting the will for years. Mommy wants her mine back.”

“What’s he want with us? Drugs? Gotta be boring as fuck up at that school.”

“Protection,” Boonie said, his voice satisfied. “He knows we run the valley. He’s rich on paper, but funds are limited and he has no manpower. Now he’s cooling his heels at the academy.”

“Nice family,” I said. “If he’s worth so much, why doesn’t he just find a lawyer to take them out? You hang that mine out as bait, they’ll be swarming to help him.”

“Don’t know the whole story,” Boonie said. “Don’t really care. All that matters is that in ten minutes we’re going to get paid a fuckload of money for a few guns so the young prince can sleep a little easier at night. Our discretion justifies a slight markup, of course . . .”

I grinned, because Boonie had a gift for finding money-making opportunities.

“That goes through, told him we could talk about a more long-term solution,” he added. “He’s got big plans. Blackthorne thinks he could be good for the valley. Hard to say.”

Deep raised his beer bottle, silently saluting him as my eyes drifted back toward Becca. She was leaning over a table, ass twitching as she wiped off the spilled beer. Mentally I was already shoving her down face-first before fucking her right the hell into oblivion.

“Might want to close your mouth,” Boonie said, nudging me. “Don’t want to drool in your beer. Now bottoms up, because we’ve got a meeting outside. Deep, you take the porch—maybe have yourself a smoke and keep an eye out. Puck, you’re with me, unless you’d rather have the smoke?”

I dropped my hand from inside my cut, where I’d reached for my cigs automatically. Boonie gave a snort of laughter, which I deserved for being so fucking predictable. I’d stopped smoking six months back, yet I still caught myself going for them at least ten times a day.

The dark-haired kid met us back behind the bar, his giggling girlfriend nowhere to be seen. I studied him in the darkness, trying to place his age. Twenty, twenty-one? He had a hard look to his eyes, and his body language had changed. Inside I’d pegged him for a pussy, but now?

I could see him as a contract killer’s kid.

“You still want all six?” Boonie asked, hefting a leather saddlebag. “They’re clean.”

“Yeah,” he said, his voice quiet. “Shane said it’s a done deal?”

Boonie nodded. The boy pulled out an envelope and tossed it to me. I opened it, flipping through a very nice wad of cash. A quick mental tally confirmed the amount, and I gave my president a nod. He opened the saddlebag and pulled out one of those cloth grocery bags, all rolled tight around a hard ball of what I knew were handguns.

The kid took them.

“Want to check them over?” Boonie asked. The kid shook his head, flashing a grin at us.

“Your reputation is good,” he said. “We respect that. Otherwise we wouldn’t be looking to work with you more. Send me a message when you’ve made your decision.”

“And if we want to talk to your boss?”

He shrugged.

“That’s trickier. Electronic tether up at the campus, for one thing. And it’s not our way to expose him. We’ll see.”

That struck me as off, but I held my tongue. Had to trust that Boonie knew what he was doing, save my questions for church. You don’t undermine a brother in front of outsiders. No fucking way.

The kid took the guns and put them into the trunk of a very sporty little BMW convertible that’d been parked in the shadows on the side of the building. It had “princess” written all over it, and I sincerely hoped it belonged to his girlfriend.

Then he turned back to us.

“Looking forward to doing more business,” he said, holding out his hand to me. Interesting. His shake was firm and strong. “I’m Rourke Malloy.”

“Puck.”

He nodded, clearly committing me to memory, then walked away, his body casual confidence. I glanced at Boonie.

“We done?”

“Yup,” he replied. “Let’s get Deep and head back to the clubhouse. We’ll go over everything at church tomorrow. You want to go back inside, maybe say good night to your girlfriend?”

The question annoyed me, because I’d planned on doing something very much like that. Not saying good night—of course not. But I’d figured I’d check her out at least one more time, maybe make sure she was doing okay.

Now I couldn’t, and Boonie knew it.

Christ I needed a smoke. Couldn’t have one of those, either.

“I hate you.”

“Stop being a little bitch and take care of business,” he said, laughing. “Claim her or get over it.”

Fuck, I wished it was that easy.

BECCA

“Hold up, I’ll walk you out,” Blake said. “Just have to grab something out of the back room first.”

I pulled out a chair and collapsed, because my feet were killing me. I appreciated the fact that he didn’t want us girls wandering around a dark parking lot at three a.m. on our own, but standing and waiting for him simply wasn’t an option.

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