Cocky Biker: A Stand Alone MC Romance Novel (Cocker Brothers of Atlanta Book 2) by Faleena Hopkins Read Free Book Online Page A

harder, but he knows me too well. “Why’d you call, Jett? I can tell you’ve got a motive. You sound tense.”
    “I need to see if you can run some phone numbers for me. I need addresses.”
    “Hang on…Mary? Will you give me a minute? I’ll buzz you when I’m done here.” He waits and I hear a door close in the distance. Then another thunderclap. Justin’s voice gets lower. “You guys fighting the good fight again?”
    “Always.”
    “Look, I’ve got some buddies on the force, but finding addresses…I need a reason.”
    Glancing over, I lock eyes with Scratch through the window. The others are deep in conversation.
    “Justin, this one’s deep. Not just some gang terrorizing some town. I’m talkin’ human trafficking. I don’t know how Scratch got the call, but we’re about to shut something major down. Only we can’t find the guy without your help. This phone might have the answers if it’s not too late.”
    Justin whistles long and low. “Wow. I think you’re doing better things than I am.”
    “When you work outside the law you can get more done.”
    “Alright, don’t say things like that on my cell phone.”
    I chuckle, “You’re too low level for them to be watching. When you reach Senate, I’ll send ravens.” He laughs, but I hear the tension isn’t only in my voice now. “I need this, Justin. There are women involved. We can give them a way out. You can help. That’s why you want to be a politician, right?”
    “Alright. What are they?”
    Going through the burner I give him all the numbers called. There are only three.
    “Jett, you know these may not lead anywhere. Where’d you get the phone?”
    “We went dancing last night. A gentleman didn’t need it anymore, once the music stopped.”
    He exhales. “Please use code like that from now on. I’m serious. I’m here for you. You know that. But I have a future I’m building. If we’re going to…work together…it’s gotta be discreet.”
    “You got it. I appreciate it, Jus.”
    “I’ll tell Jake you’re comin’ to the wedding.”
    “Don’t you fuckin’ dare. Don’t tell him that shit.”
    After silence, he says, “Try to make it.”
    “I hear you. Say hi to Jason. Tell him I’ll call soon.”
    “I’ll tell everyone you said hello,” he says with meaning.
    “Asshole,” I laugh, and hang up.
    Yeah, tell Dad I said hey. Let’s see how riled up he gets when he hears that.
    Never got a thank you for what I did for him with Jake.
    He can go to hell. Fucking hypocrite.
    Nodding to Scratch through the glass, I watch him rise and tell the others to join. They amble out and squint as the sun hits them. That’s the darkest diner we’ve ever been in. Why they want you to start your day in a cave beats me.
    “Now we wait,” I tell them.
    Scratch nods. He’s the only one I’ve shared my family connections with. No one needs to know my dad’s in Washington and my brother’s heading there.
    The only person Scratch has talked to in my family is my mom. She asked to speak to him when I was on the phone with her early on. Then she went and acted old-school telling our V.P. to watch over her boy. He didn’t let me live that down for a long time. But I think he was secretly jealous.
    I come from the best family of all the Ciphers I know.
    It’s not because of my problems with my father that I ride in this club. It’s because of the burning itch in my soul, the urge to fight, and for a cause. I’m not the sit in an office, kiss babies type.
    Fucking shit up, that’s more my life.
    I’m suited for it.
    We all are.
    Fuse asks, “You have some internet nerd in your back pocket?”
    I smile at the idea of anyone thinking of Justin as a nerd— he and his identical twin Jason are probably the prettiest of us Cocker Brothers. “Something like that.”
    Scratch squints at the sky, thinking. After a moment, he grumbles, “Saddle up. Let’s ride.”
    “Where?” Tonk asks.
    “Anywhere,” Honey Badger tells him,