Naming His Price (Poison Sons MC) by Brook Winters Read Free Book Online Page A

over the top. “Half of the properties we have listed are theirs anyway,” Barbara had argued, “through some third party or the other. No one deals one on one with the Sons, Danielle. At least, no one with any sense of self- preservation.”
     
    It wasn't that Danielle hadn't taken the warning to heart. She'd seen too many bodies dredged up from the river and far too many aftermaths of fatal shootings on the news to be completely oblivious to the power of the Sons. In addition, they had expanded in influence as she'd gone through adolescence. She'd watched them take over the town. Honestly, she was probably one of the town's citizens whose knowledge put her in the most danger.
     
    Yet, she persevered.
     
    The young woman couldn't properly explain it, even to herself. Certainly, the prospect of this sale meant a huge bonus for her, but it also meant going where no one had gone before — deep into the Poison Sons' territory.
     
    To talk to anyone in charge, she'd have to head out to the Poison Sons' current headquarters. Everyone knew where it was but anyone sane — at least, anyone but her — stayed well away for fear of catching a glimpse of something they shouldn't. Along with knowing the location of the building, however, Danielle also knew that it was falling apart. She'd gone through company records to find that the old bar had been purchased about seven years ago and a deposit was put down to hire re-modelers. The workers had never shown up and subsequent attempts to improve the building — already decades old — had never been undertaken. It had to be a rat trap by now. An organization as important and powerful as the Poison Sons needed a newer, more convenient base of operations.
     
    She was good at her job.
     
    Danielle knew she could quote the selling points of the warehouse from A to Z; but first, she needed to get in to see someone who could make the purchase. Word around town, as sparse as it was, told that the most recent leader of the Sons, Jonah Hicks, had recently stepped down and his son was now in charge.
     
    It was perhaps two or three days ago she'd convinced herself that she was going to make the warehouse sale. She would march right out to the decrepit bar on Newnan road and espouse so thoroughly on the merits of the location that the new man in charge would be chomping at the bit to buy.
     
    Or her name wasn't Danielle Sparks.
     
    “Nick, I've already made my mind up.” Standing, the young woman squeezed her friend's shoulder reassuringly. “I'm going to try to get them to take this warehouse off my hands, at least.”
     
    “And you would have chosen the one situation where 'try' might equal sudden death.” Nick's sarcastic tone followed her beyond the cubicles as she made her way to the bathroom to freshen up.
     
    It was almost quittin' time.
     
    Barbara had demanded that if she was going to go through with her foolishness, it wouldn't be on company time. No matter; Danielle knew Barbara was merely covering her ass, and it actually turned out to be more convenient for her ultimately. Her office was a good deal closer to Newnan road than it was to her apartment.
     
    Once inside the small ladies restroom, the young woman splashed water on her face copiously before looking into the mirror. A girl in her mid-twenties stared back at her, tanned skin smooth and unblemished. Her large, almond shaped eyes were a very particular shade of blue, almost violet in hue, and her pixie-like nose and full lips combined to make a visage that was pretty damn good-looking, if she did say so herself. Paired with a tall, curvaceous frame and veritable rivers of chestnut colored hair, her appearance had turned the heads of a fair few men in her time.
     
    Now, Danielle applied the smallest amount of cosmetics: a bit of eyeliner and mascara, and the thinnest layer of lip gloss. Upon pursing her lips and examining herself critically, she decided that in her navy pencil skirt and white button up she