CHAOS (A Lords of Sin MC Novel) (Motorcycle Club Bad Boy Romance) by Aubrey Michelle

be our business, but it’s not. What’s with the fifty fucking question game?”
     
    “There was…another body turned up today.”
     
    “And?” Why the fuck does she think I care about her examining dead bodies?
     
    “It had your club’s symbol on it.”
     
    “Jesus Christ!” I turned around and punched the wall. “Who the fuck was it?”
     
    “Don’t you know?”
     
    “No! How would I know who’s showing up at the morgue?”
     
    “It was a guy from the Warrior’s MC. His name was Tyson Murphy…he was burned alive.”
     
    “What the fuck? Burned alive?” It dawned on me. She thought I did it! “Wait a minute. What are you trying to fucking say here, babe?”
     
    “I know you said your club’s clean, but what do you think it looks like when you cut out in the middle of us hanging out for club business and next thing you know, another body turns up?”
     
    My nostrils flared as I grit my teeth. Glaring at her, I punched the desk. “You still don’t believe I’m fucking clean?” Every vein raised in my forehead as I curled up my lips. “Raven, I don’t give a fuck if you believe me or not. I’m telling you the goddamned truth! You’ve grossly underestimated me!”
     
    “Tell me what you were doing last night. And the other nights. You’ve gotta give me a reason to believe you.”
     
    “Damn it, woman! Don’t you ever dare tell me what to do! A lot of people think I’m an over-sized, egotistical asshole, and that’s fine. I’m not as dumb as some might think. Especially goody-two-shoes, college educated babes like you.”
     
    “And what’s that supposed to mean?”
     
    “You think I spent all that time in prison just staring at walls? Fuck no! I was busy studying law while I was serving my time, babe.” Her mouth opened, then she promptly closed it. “That’s right. I’m a lot fuckin’ smarter than you think, and I’m sure as hell not out killing people the way you think I am.”
     
    “Then who is it? And why would you need to study law? Most law-abiding citizens know the rules because they follow them. The only ones who’d need to study ‘em are the ones out breaking those laws and trying to find ways around ‘em.”
     
    “Spare me the bullshit, babe. You know how much lawyers charge the days? A fuckin’ arm and a leg. If there’s a way I can help myself or one of my brothers out of a jam, then I’ll do it.”
     
    “Because you’re all a bunch of criminals!”
     
    “Look, we do our fair share of illegal shit, but not brand and murder people. If that’s what you think we do, then you got me all wrong, babe.”
     
    “Then who’s doing it Troy? Matty’s got your club pegged. He’s got a hard-on for your club—you especially.”
     
    I snarled my lips. “Don’t fucking call me that and he can go straight to hell. If he wasn’t such a sell-out, he’d be sitting right next to me, wearing the very same cut. But he’s made of a different cloth.”
     
    “You still didn’t answer my question.”
     
    “Don’t go back repeating shit, but as much as I hate to admit it, I’ve been investigating my men on my own time. It’s not what a fuckin’ brother likes to do, but I gotta make sure we’re all on the same page.”
     
    “Do you think any of them did it?”
     
    “Jesus, Raven! No. After I was pokin’ my nose around, I found out that on at least two of the occasions, the entire MC was together when the murders happened.”
     
    “You sure?”
     
    “And not only that, but none of the victims you’ve named have been attached to my club in any way. They were all members of the other clubs.”
     
    “That’s my point exactly. Like Matty says, your club must have some rivals with the other local MC clubs.”
     
    “Matt says a lot of shit,” I snapped. “And your little ‘Matty’ don’t know shit either. You sure you’re not fuckin’ him too?”
     
    “Don’t you dare! I would never!”
     
    All the adrenaline from arguing was