Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 32646 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 163(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32646 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 163(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
A patrol car was parked two spaces down from me, and when I glanced through the large windows that covered the entire front of the coffee shop, I spotted two officers—a man and a woman—giving their coffee orders to the barista. I grimaced.
I fucking hated cops. Growing up in the foster system already made my relationship with law enforcement tenuous. Now that I was part of an outlaw biker club and also knew shady cops were on the payroll of whoever was running the local sex trafficking ring? Yeah—I detested them all.
I pulled my helmet off and swept my shoulder-length dark hair into a bun on the top of my head before swinging my leg over my bike. Not bothering to remove my backpack, thinking I might be able to get some work done while drinking my coffee, I headed inside, the bell above the door giving a soft jingle as I swept inside.
Both officers turned to look at me, and I couldn’t help staring at the woman. Fucking hell, she was gorgeous. Cinnamon-colored hair was pulled back into a tight bun, and those brown eyes were like melted chocolate when our gazes clashed. Unashamed, I swept my gaze down her body, admiring the curves her uniform couldn’t hide. And when she turned away from me, facing her partner again, my mouth practically salivated at the sight of her tight ass in those uniform pants.
Fucking hell.
Why did the hottest woman I’d ever seen have to be a fucking cop?
I moved toward the counter, and Emily, the barista on duty, beamed at me. “Hey, Cameron.” I smiled at her—just a small tilt of the corner of my lips. “Your usual?” she asked.
I watched the two officers settle at a table nearby, quietly murmuring amongst themselves like they didn’t want anyone to overhear. I barely resisted shaking my head. Fucking amateurs. Everyone knew discussing private business in public places was a no-no.
“Yeah,” I told her. “Can you add a donut to that for me? Glazed.” I had an idea… and yeah, it was definitely a dick move, but I liked toying with people. And I really wanted to toy with the hot cop.
“Sure.” She put my order in, and after I paid, she began making my coffee. I headed to the other end of the counter, listening to the two pigs now that I was closer.
“How has no one gotten dirt on them yet?” the woman hissed. “Jax alone is enough to get something. He’s running with a motorcycle club. Surely with his history alone, that’s a red flag and would put them on our radar.”
I ran my tongue over my teeth. The other officer shrugged. “I don’t know, Abbie. But that’s not our concern. We’re on patrol duty. Leave all that to the higher-ups.”
She snorted. “I’m not remaining stuck on patrol duty for my entire career, Trent. If the rest of the station won’t do it, then I will. I’m going after them, and I’m starting with Jax Gresham.”
Like hell they fucking would.
I smiled at Emily, murmuring, “Thanks,” when she set my coffee and donut on the counter. “Hey,” she turned back to face me, “you got a pen I can borrow real quick?” I asked, a plan forming in my mind. My brothers would probably kick my ass for this, but they were my family. And I would protect them with extreme prejudice, no matter what it cost me.
Emily handed me the pen from her apron, and I grabbed a napkin, scrawling my name and number on it. I didn’t miss the brief look of disappointment in her eyes when I grabbed the napkin and turned away from her, my coffee and donut also in my hand. No doubt, she’d thought I’d been writing my number down for her.
Emily was a sweet girl, and she didn’t need a man like me. I didn’t do commitment. I hated attachments that weren’t my family. She and I would never mesh.
I sauntered up to the table Abbie and Trent were sitting at and set the donut in front of Abbie along with my number. She glowered at me, but that didn’t stop me. In fact, her clear hatred of me only sparked heat in my veins.
All I saw was a challenge, and fuck, I wanted her, even if she was bad as hell for me.
She was also a game, and damn if I didn’t love playing games.
“Cameron Richards,” I said, holding my hand out to her. She just grimaced at it before looking back up at me. I shrugged and shoved my hands into my pockets, undeterred. I wasn’t wearing my cut, but I was sure this pretty little devil could put two and two together easily enough. This town loved to talk.
I gestured to the donut I’d set in front of her. “Cops like donuts, right, sweetheart?”