Twisted and Tarnished (Fallen Angels MC #3)

Chapter One

Hawkeye stared at the TV screen, the colors and pictures flashing lights across his face not registering any more than the voices and sound effects loud enough to keep him from hearing whatever was going on in the rest of the clubhouse.

He’d turned it on for background noise and to keep every sound on the other side of the walls of his space from distracting him.

He’d quickly lost track of what was going on as he reviewed the last of the information he had found.

Now, hours later, Andy was safe with Dagger, but Hawkeye couldn’t forget what else he’d found out while looking for his treasurer’s woman.

The Royal Crows were running hookers. That alone wasn’t enough to stir his interest, nor the rest of the club.

It was how they were getting the women they were pimping out that would get the rest of the Fallen Angels to back Hawkeye when he told his brothers the Royal Crows needed to be taken down.

But he wasn’t through with his hunt. He needed as much information as he could find so there would be no doubt when he filled in the rest of the club it had to be done.

The Crows were taking women, unwilling women, some sold by their families, some stolen off the streets, others who owed them money, and forcing them into prostitution.

If the women were consenting adults, Hawkeye, along with the rest of the Angels would leave them be.

But after what Taylynn had been through, Hawkeye knew if she heard about it, and that they’d let it continue, then she wouldn’t just make Raven, the Fallen Angels’ president, miserable.

She would make sure the whole club knew how disappointed in them she was.

Taylynn wouldn’t have to yell or say anything nasty to anyone.

All she would do was look slowly around the room, catching each man’s eye before shaking her head and telling them they’d disappointed her.

She had come so far since they had found her on the side of the highway, every brother in the club was proud of her, and they all loved her.

Mostly like a sister, a few like a mother figure, and none of them wanted to be on her bad side, ever.

After printing off what he needed, he stood, arching his back and lifting his arms over his head.

He grunted as his back popped and cracked, then straightened and rolled his neck from side to side.

He should have moved around more, but he’d lost himself in finding everything he could and lost track of just how long he’d been at it.

But his muscles and joints didn’t hesitate to remind him.

He grabbed the stack of paper with all the things he’d printed and headed out to the main room of the clubhouse. It was time to let everyone else in on what he’d found.