King: WarLords MC, #2

By Kj Dahlen

The much awaited Book Two for the Warlords MC

KING

WARLORDS MC

My name is Tremaine Bridges, but I go by the name of King.

My brothers and I are In the Warlords MC, on a mission to find a killer. After an explosive ending of the troubles in Braaken Ridge and finding our little brother Joker, I follow the trail of Oscar, the only suspect we have found connected to the murder of our Captain and his family four years ago in a home invasion.

We trail the man to another town. Then things take another twist when I find out the truth of what happened all those years ago.

I also find a woman that I cannot forget. Is she involved with this killer in some way? I need to find out before things get out of hand.

But I cannot resist her and I feel the need to free her of the nightmare haunting her.

Has love finally come to the King?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kj Dahlen
• Release date: Jul 15, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393001638

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WarLords MC

BOOK  1...ACE—TRUMAN

BOOK  2...KING

BOOK  3...JACK

BOOK  4...DEUCE

BOOK  5...JOKER

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My name is Tremaine Bridges, but I go by the name of King.

My brothers and I are In the Warlords MC, on a mission to find a killer. After an explosive ending of the troubles in Braaken Ridge and finding our little brother Joker, I follow the trail of Oscar, the only suspect we have found connected to the murder of our Captain and his family four years ago in a home invasion.

So follow the man to another town. Then things take another twist when I find out the truth of what happened all those years ago.

I also find a woman that I cannot forget. Is she involved with this killer in some way? I need to find out before things get out of hand.

But I cannot resist her and I feel the need to free her of the nightmare haunting her.

Has love finally come to the King?

The Last Of Book One

And you would be? the police officer asked.

Major Truman Bridges sir. Ace nodded.

I see. The other man nodded back. Bring them to me and then come see me tomorrow morning. I believe we need to talk.

Ace nodded then grabbing Charli, he led her away.

Charli allowed herself to be pulled over to his bike and when he threw his leg over the engine, he pulled her behind him. As he was taking off, she grabbed his waist and held on.

He didn’t stop until he was pulling into her driveway.

She got off the bike and glared at him. What the hell was that all about?

Ace got off the bike slowly and when he did, he stared at her for a moment before he told her, That was part of our mission. We aren’t the outlaws we claimed to be nor are we vigilantes. We are for all intents and purposes a Special Forces unit, looking for a man who four years ago pulled a home invasion and a double murder in Denver. We’ve been looking for him since then at the bequest of someone we all care about greatly. We are working within the law but that’s as much as I can tell you about our mission.

Ace’s phone rang and when he answered it, the caller was his brother King.

You’ve been busy tonight haven’t you? King asked.

Yeah, it's been crazy in town, why?

Joker filled us in on what happened and apparently someone tipped off Oscar. He, the woman, and the boy just got into his vehicle and left maybe ten minutes ago. Me and the boys are following them now.

You need some help? Ace frowned as he looked toward Charli.

No, you know what? I’ve been thinking about this all night. I think you should stay right where you are. We’ve been thinking about expanding the base of our operation anyway. Maybe it's time to build another chapter of the WarLords.

Funny, we’ve been discussing the same thing here, Ace admitted.

We can talk about this another time but I’m still following this guy. We need to know where he’s going. We know he’s in this majorly but we have to connect the dots before we move in. Just have someone ready to join us when we need the backup. He’s headed toward Denver I think.

You got it brother. Watch your back out there.

You got it and Ace... King paused. You better keep that girl. Throwing her away would be the biggest damn mistake you ever made.

Ace chuckled. Don’t I know it brother.

Later then. King disconnected the call.

Chapter One

Denver Colorado...

The street was covered in darkness and shadows. The traffic on the next street over echoed along the dark buildings, otherwise it was silent. Mags knew it was dangerous here and she was working on her own. She wanted so badly to catch this drug ring. Things weren’t like this even ten years ago, in this part of town. The neighborhood had been halfway decent and the crime was just the petty variety. Now? It was like a fucking war.

She was fed up with the overdose count. Tired of the  many arrests of users and no dealers being cuffed at all. It’d been going on too long. Her and her partner had been on this. But they never got a break. Everyone in town was closemouthed about the drug and its dealer.

A losing war. A war on people who were weak and needed some kind of high. There were the elderly and the struggling poor on one side. Then, the drug lords and gangs on the other. In reality, it was a frontline seat position to viewing a violent show. A show...where you could lose your life by just being in the audience. These gangers were killing innocents of they talked or if they witnessed anything. So not only were there drug deaths, now there were actual murders.

She made her way down the sidewalk. She intended to be a witness, just not a dead one. Almost to the corner where the deal would go down, she slowed, hoping to actually catch the deal going down. Dressed as a sort of an old bag lady, she hoped to blend into the street, not catch their notice. Her informant had told her a deal for the new designer drug would be going down here tonight. Benny had to. He was going down for another crime and she made a deal with her.

Blue Diamonds had hit the streets just under two years ago. It was a wicked drug but it was fast becoming the most sought after designer drug out there. As far as she knew, no one knew where it came from for a long while. People paid good money for it because it lasted a lot longer than some of the others and it gave you a good high.

Then she caught wind of the man’s name who was supposedly in charge. Well, not a real name but it was all she had. Only, she needed more and she was just tired of the runaround. At the station, that was all there was. They were tied at the wrists by rules and regs. She’d always been straight and narrow, but then... She lost a friend. Her best friend to an overdose.

This event sat within her chest like a lead balloon. Stuck there... in her heart like a steel knife. Then after the funeral and she saw Vikki’s parents... it hit her hard. They seemed to have aged overnight. Both shock and trauma marked them. They had raised her from the age of sixteen, when dad was killed in a stakeout, one that was for a drug ring. Now, she felt it was her mission in life to take the whole organization down and she would do whatever it took.

A dark silhouette formed along front of the wall by the rundown apartment building that sat on the corner where she needed to be. Her training was in full force or she would have never seen it.

Her steps slowed even more as the form grew into a large shadow and then seemed to become solid. Oh, he would want money or jewelry. I have neither...just my trusty Magnum. Too bad for him. Mags almost smiled as she stopped on the walk. Maybe he isn’t looking at me at all. Maybe he’s just here to meet this dealer? But she knew she was probably fooling herself.

You need to get off the, street old lady, a voice spoke from behind her.

She jumped with a start. And this one had gotten the drop on her. Two of them! Of course, she knew better, two would be how theses scumbags did it. She grasped her Magnum and thumbed the safety off. I—I really don’t—?

A loud thud cut her reply off.

Mags spun around and stared into a scary pair of eyes. Then her stunned gaze dropped to the sidewalk.

The gangbanger lay sprawled out on the concrete at the feet of the stranger.

Move, the stranger whispered.

She looked around to see why he said this.

The bulky shadow had already reached them.

Mags knew the score and as much as she wanted to use her trusty weapon, she needed to remain in character. A poor old bag lady caught in the middle. So, she dropped to the sidewalk and rolled to the steps. She heard grunts and shuffling.

You sonofabitch! the shadow thug yelled. Then he hit the pavement with a loud smack on the cement, flat on his back.

Mags was so close ‒ hand on her gun beneath the old shawl she wore ‒ that she could see the blood trickling from his mouth. He looked to be out cold. Good! She wanted to kick him in the nuts just as A What For.

A large hand came into view, he was extending it to help her up. She peered up to his face and saw him for the first time.

A large man, strong scruff covered jaw, dammed good-looking, but his hazel eyes were angry. What the fuck are you doing here old woman? he asked in a gruff voice.

Blinking, she wondered if she should take his hand at all. Fucker was sort of mean to say the least.

At her silence, those spellbinding eyes bore right into her.

Even though he might be one of the dealers and just angry the gangers and she had gotten in the way, she grasped his hand and he pulled her up. She felt the warmth from his fingers travel all the way up along her arm.

Without a word, he walked her the last twenty feet or so to the apartment building.

He must’ve figured that had been where she was headed. Well, she wouldn’t clear that up. Those two monsters worked for Gauntlet, but she couldn’t figure how this guy fit into it. She needed to find out what the fuck just happened. She felt more than flustered as she turned to face him.

No one stood there.

Fuck.... Looking around, Mags could see and feel that the streets were empty. Damn the man. He’d just fucked her entire set up.

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King parked his bike at the safe house. He was more than pissed. This had been the first sign of Gauntlet’s activities. Jack had overheard a conversation at one of the local bars about the deal that was supposed to go down tonight. It had been in the shady part of town. He, Jack and Deuce had been waiting on each block of that street, as they hadn’t known what corner. They would shadow the deal and not interfere....just follow the dealers, back to where they came from.

When he’d seen that old lady, he could hardly contain his frustration. The fuck she was doing out at midnight? Then the 2 men had disappeared too quickly for him to grab one of them. They had been out cold, so someone else had to have helped them out.

Jack pulled up next to him, turned his engine off and kicked his stand down. I saw you leaving and told Deuce it was a bust and to come back.

Yeah, he would figure that if King had quit the meet, there was nothing there. It wasn’t a bust, he muttered.

Jack raised his gaze to him. What?

King sighed as he kicked his stand down and got off. They were there.

What the...? Jack looked stunned.

Just then, Deuce pulled in. He rushed to turn off his bike after kicking the stand. What the fuck was all that King? He glared at his brother.

Shaking his head, King sighed. A fucking old lady, man. Right in the middle of it. They were going to tap her.

The fuck she was old! Deuce retorted.

King paused and narrowed his eyes at him.

I followed her after. Yeah, I saw it go down. She didn’t live in that building.

King frowned. Can you please explain what the fuck you’re spouting off about?

"She was just dressed as an old lady, man. And that was camouflage. Great camo but an illusion nonetheless."

And how do you know this? Jack asked looking just as confused as King did.

The way she moved after you left. Like she was twenty, man! Then she hightailed it to the next street and hopped into a damn mustang muscle car. No way was she an old bag lady. Deuce shook his head.

FUCK! King yelled.

His brother stared at him. What? Jack asked.

She may have been the actual buyer, King grumbled.

Deuce shook his head. "Well, we got nothing now. It took us two weeks to get that