Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 109640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 365(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 365(@300wpm)
With her hand on the doorknob, his words stopped her from turning it. “I’m not sure I want you to go to Hawg Wild by yourself.”
When she turned, they were almost chest to chest with barely inches separating them. “Would you say the same thing to the male members of your team?”
“Yes.”
“No you wouldn’t. Decker went to the Viper’s Den down in West Virginia by himself a few times. As an undercover prospect, he went alone to the Wolf Den many times. Hell, he even drove all the way to the Mexican border with a Demon. He was states away without backup. And he’s just one example. Do you want more?”
Even in the limited light of a single light bulb above the third-floor door, she could see his nostrils flare.
“Did you forget you made me read all of those reports?”
Karma. It was a bitch.
“You know, my father takes a supplement to help his memory. I’ll ask him the name of it and let you know. You could probably use some in your advanced age.”
“Funny,” he muttered.
“You still don’t hear me laughing.”
As soon as they stepped inside, Carl Powers, a state trooper, released a low, long whistle. “Damn, woman. Someone’s got an agenda with that outfit.”
“I’d say,” agreed Don Mullins, the Pittsburgh PD narcotics detective.
“Anything going on I need to know about?” Crew asked sharply.
“I thought you were off,” Powers’ gaze slid from Cami back to Crew. Curiosity filling his expression.
“I am. I was downstairs and figured I’d check on you guys before I head out.”
“It’s actually pretty quiet tonight,” Powers answered, since he was on wiretaps.
“Same,” Mullins agreed. “It’s dead at The Peach Pit. And any Demons who are still vertical at the Wolf Den are only standing around playing pool, throwing darts, drinking and smoking. Pretty fucking boring, if I say so myself.”
“Not your scene?” Cami asked with a grin.
“Fuck no. Now… If you asked if I want to head out to some club to go dancing with you wearing that outfit…” Mullins eyebrows rose. “That wouldn’t be boring.”
“She’s heading out on an assignment,” Crew told them.
Mullins’ and Powers’ heads spun toward her.
“What assignment?” Powers asked.
“She’s going to do a buy,” Crew answered him before she could.
Powers’ brow furrowed. “Where?”
“Hawg Wild,” Cami was faster than Crew this time with the answer.
A frown marred Mullins’ face. “Alone?”
She sighed. More misogynist bullshit. Too common in law enforcement. Unfortunately, women had to get used to it, whether they liked it or not. Most of them had heard unwanted opinions on how women couldn’t do what men could.
Women aren’t as strong as men. Women shouldn’t be in law enforcement. Women shouldn’t be in the military. Women shouldn’t be a DEA agent.
Blah blah blah.
Fuck off.
“We don’t have cameras installed there. We don’t have anyone else in place to help if shit goes sideways,” Mullins told her.
“I’m aware.”
“You approved that?” Disbelief and disappointment colored Powers’ question to Crew.
Oh fuck. They better not convince the task force leader to pull her from that assignment. She was afraid it wouldn’t take much for him to squash her plans.
She also didn’t need anyone fighting her battles. “Would you go in there by yourself?” she quickly asked Powers.
Powers swept his hand from head to lap. “With me being Black? Fuck no. Not even in a group. I’ve got more common sense than that.”
Shit. She turned toward Mullins. “Would you?”
“I would, but I’d keep it low-key. That outfit makes you look hot as fuck. It’s going to draw a shitload of attention. You’ll be fresh meat.”
“She’s heading home to change first,” Crew assured them. He turned toward her. “Wear something that will help you blend in more.”
Like what? she wanted to ask. But she knew his answer would be something ridiculous, like a turtleneck and jeans. Maybe even a chastity belt. Besides the jeans, the rest he’d suggest wouldn’t help her look like she belonged in a biker bar.
“You packing?” Powers asked, concern crossing his face.
“Of course.” She had a compact Glock in a holster tucked at the small of her back. The whole reason she wore a sweater instead of a tight tank top was so the gun wouldn’t print and give her away. Now, she only needed to avoid anyone at the bar from putting their hand there.
Not that she doubted any biker chicks didn’t carry. Most likely more than only guns. Cami was pretty damn sure some had a variety of weapons hidden on them. For good reason.
Even so, she needed to keep any of those bikers, Demons or not, from touching her. Since this would be her first time at Hawg Wild, she’d rather not chance having them become suspicious about her from the get-go.
She planned on making friends and influencing people…
She bit back her snort.
“Not sure if they installed a metal detector since buying the joint. I wouldn’t put it past them since they kept the one at The Peach Pit. Being outlaws, I’m sure someone somewhere has a beef with them,” Powers said.