Chaos Crown (The Bedlam Boys #3) Read Online Ruby Vincent

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Crime, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Bedlam Boys Series by Ruby Vincent
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Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 78598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
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“Maybe,” she said, snatching it out. “But you should leave it with me for a few days, so I can make sure—”

I swung, bringing the gold club down in a graceful arc on her head.

“Uh.” Quinn wobbled on her feet and tipped, falling face-first into the trunk. I helped her the rest of the way, shoving her legs inside.

“Don’t worry. This trunk comfortably fits two people.” I dumped the clubs in after her. “You’ll be fine.”

LEGEND

“Hey. Hey! I know you can hear me,” I shouted. “We get a phone call. You either hand over your fucking cell phone, or my lawyers will tie you up in so many civil rights suits, you’ll burst into tears whenever you hear the word motion.”

“Shut up,” snapped one of the officers.

“You three are idiots. Everyone saw you arrest us. The lawyers are on the way. Do you want them to hear you were good to us, or that you beat us to shit then refused our phone call?”

“Beat you? We didn’t lay a hand—”

“Roan.”

My love and boyfriend of five years punched me dead in the face. Blood burst in my mouth.

“Hey! What the hell are you doing!” Officer Mars scrabbled out of his seat.

“Oh shit, you broke my nose too.”

Roan reared back.

“Stop! Fuck’s sake,” he cried, rushing the bars. “Get away from him. Grab the wall. All of you.”

Smirking, Roan backed up and faced the wall as ordered. Arsenio, Cairo, and Jacques followed suit.

“Crazy, lunatic thugs.” Mars muttered to himself as he fiddled with the keys. “You’re going to an interrogation room where you can’t cause any trouble. And yes, you’ll get your damn phone call.”

Mars hauled me out none too gently and dragged me across the station. He shoved me in a seat and tossed his phone at me.

“Thank you very much. I’ll also take a bottled water and first aid kit. Wouldn’t want my lawyer to hear you denied me medical treatment.”

He rattled the two-way glass slamming the door.

I laughed, but only for a second. There was nothing funny about the situation we were in.

What now? How do we get out of this?

The person we called when we were in this kind of trouble was Jack Sharpe. Fat lot of good he’d do us now. Calling my father would get me the same lawyer who I knew had to be on their way. Calling Jacques’s mom wouldn’t help either. If we were at the point of needing a friendly judge, we already failed.

I have to call someone who can get us out of here tonight. Someone willing to go against an acting sheriff and his brain-dead deputies. Someone who owes us a favor?

I lifted my head, meeting my reflection’s grim expression. No, not a favor.

Aware of the fact Mars was likely listening from the other side of the mirror, I chose my words carefully as I typed in the number and listened to it ring out.

“Hello? Who’s this?”

“It’s Legend St. James.”

“What? No shit? What are you doing calling me?” Adriel Burton asked, snickering. “Heard you got into some legal trouble. No way you’ve got time for a chat.”

“I don’t have much time, so it’s a good thing you already know why I’m calling.”

Yeah, I had the guy’s number. I had his home address, license plate, and the name of the bar he meets his Hunter’s Crest girlfriend in every weekend. The bar for dates with his Bedlam girlfriend was local.

“You were sent here to do a job—”

“I’m not—”

“Save it,” I growled. “I just said I don’t have time. Here’s the bottom line: help us out, and I’ll double whatever he’s paying you.”

Adriel snorted. “Please. I’ve seen this movie before. Bluffs don’t impress me.”

“It’s not a bluff. As soon as my lawyer gets here, she’ll wire half into whatever bank account you tell her. You in or out, Burton? ’Cause I know a few other people who’d love to get rich today.”

“Then why didn’t you call them? I’m not doing a job for Ellis. I’ve said a hundred fucking times that I’ve got nothing to do with—”

“Okay, cool. We’ve got nothing to talk about then.”

“Hold up— Wait,” he burst out, stopping my finger an inch above end.

“Yes?”

“I don’t admit to any fucking job for Steven Ellis.” Sounded like the words were pulled out of him. “But if you want to pay me two hundred grand, why the hell would I stop you? What do you need me to do?”

“My boys and I have plans tonight. We’re supposed to be there by seven.”

“And? Wait,” he said. “Is this being recorded?”

“Only my end.”

“Then cough when I’m close. You got somewhere to be and you’re not waiting till you make bail.”

I coughed.

“You need me and my boys to break you out.”

Cough.

“How many officers?”

I coughed three times. “I told you to get me water,” I called at the mirror.


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