X Marks the Spot (Executioners MC Book 1) by Kimmie Easley Read Free Book Online Page B

rollover and let you rot. I could never forgive myself if I let that happen.”
    The intense sincerity that was stirring deep in her blue eyes made my chest expand. “I guess I don’t really have a choice in the matter.”
    An instant grin tugged at the corners of her full lips. “Good. We only have a few minutes tonight. Let’s jump right in. Did you kill Alex Numar?”
    “No.”
    “Why do you think you’re the one they fingered for his death?”
    I didn’t like where this was headed. Nothing about it settled well with my core. Jolene was the last person I should be talking to about this. “You know why.”
    “Do I?”
    “Numar is the new VP for the Pistol Kings.” I searched her face as she pieced together the information. Her eyes darkened and her brow pinched at the bridge of her nose.
    “The Pistol Kings? I thought the VP was Stefan. Numar? Wasn’t he just a grunt a while back?”
    I nodded. “He handled a lot of the dirty work, which in turn, helped him move up the ranks.”
    “Dirty work? He was the one who …?”
    I dropped my head. I couldn’t bring myself to look at her.
    With a quivering voice, she continued. “He set the house fire.”
    “He killed our baby. Our son.” My shoulders sagged as I lifted my head. “But I didn’t kill him. That doesn’t mean I wasn’t planning on it when the time was right, but this messy amateur bullshit wasn’t me.”
    “It may not have been you, but it was your gun.”
    The muscles in my back snapped as I shot upright. “What the hell are you talking about?”
    “Your gun, the pistol Pop gave you when you patched in. It has your name engraved along the barrel.”
    My insides twisted, leaving me swimmy as the blood drained from my face. My pulse raced as I erupted from the chair.
    “I didn’t do it, Jo. You have to find out who’s behind this. It’s a set up.” I stalked the length of the room. My voice became louder with each declaration.
    “Come on, you’ve got to calm down.” She tried to get me to sit, but the door flew open.
    “On the wall, Steele.”
    “We’re not done here, Officer.” Jolene put her hands up to protest.
    “Ma’am, you’re going to have to step aside.” He never took his eyes off me. “Steele, on the wall.”
    I ignored the command and bolted to Jolene’s side, gripping her face between my enormous, cuffed hands.
    “Jo, you’ve got to believe me. I didn’t kill him.”
    More officers stormed the room and detained me, slamming me into the wall.
    “I’m not sorry that son of a bitch is dead, but it wasn’t me! Get me outta here, Jo!” I yelled as they dragged me out of the room. I rolled my neck and tried to put myself in check as the team of officers escorted me back to my tank.
    “Lights out.”
    I fell back on the thin, vinyl-covered foam mattress. Leaning my head against the cold concrete wall, I pictured Jolene’s distorted, scared face. For the first time, I allowed myself to examine the possibility that I might be going away for murder. I didn’t have a guess in hell who would be setting me up, but I sure as shit intended to find out. It wouldn’t be easy. Having been in the life for the last ten years left one hell of a list of enemies.
    My gun. It didn’t make any fucking sense. Jesse had given me that Ruger SR9 the day I got my bottom rocker. He’d even had it engraved, ‘Ronin X’. I would never forget the way the old man’s hard eyes softened as he call me son, telling me how proud he was to officially be able to call me family, adding, the only family that matters.
    That gun was my only prized possession. When I found out that Jolene was pregnant and I was going to be a dad, I put the gun away to give to my own son one day. After the fire and the miscarriage, I couldn’t bring myself to carry it, much less look at it, not after experiencing such a painful loss.
    As far as I knew, it was still tucked away in a box in the back of my closet. Buried, deep with my memories. If it was used to