Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 91925 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91925 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
“What do you mean?”
He frowns and begins to trace my palm. I can see the wheels turning. A war is playing within his eyes.
“The organization I was undercover in. They’re rumored to be a huge biker gang with deep connections. Chapters across the country,” he says and licks his lips.
“All I saw was a bunch of men who love their women. They provide for their families through solid businesses. They’re second and third generation bikers. If they were dirty in the past, I don’t see that now.”
“Okay, so what’s the problem?”
“There was another MC that tried to blackmail the Prez I was under. They were trying to pressure them into arms dealing and some drug trafficking.”
He stops talking to sit up and rub his forehead. I sit up and move closer to his side. Something clicks across his face. It’s like he disappears far away.
“Fuck, why didn’t I see this before? The bullshit threats and kidnappings to force their hands started after I got patched in. Once I was deep undercover and the MC pulled me in, that’s when the trouble started.”
“You don’t think that was a coincidence?”
“No,” he says tightly. His voice is thick with emotion when he speaks. “Baby, I think I was used to take them down. I don’t think I was supposed to walk out of that warehouse alive, and I almost didn’t.”
I wrap the sheet around me to ward off the chill that rushes through me. As an ex-prosecutor, I know how far law enforcement will go for a conviction. It’s not always clean. Another deciding factor in my decision to leave.
“So, you can’t trust your team?” I ask in confusion.
“Not my team. The ATF. Fuck, it all makes sense. Him wanting to send me back in.”
“Wait, what?”
“Nothing,” he says and shakes his head.
Just like that, the chill is back, and the sheet wrapped around my body isn’t going to be enough to warm me.
Knight
I never liked Broker. Not from the very first time we met. The more I think. The more I see this shit for what it is.
My life was going to be sacrificed to get Broker his case. My mind races to see who may have been tied to this. The ATF pushed their way into our case when I got in close to Ice, the Prez of the LA chapter.
I run a hand through my hair. “This is so fucked up,” I mutter.
If they were willing to use me, they’ll use someone else. Broker still wants to take them down, but why? Why does he have such a hard-on for—
“You should talk to your captain,” Rem’s dead voice pulls me from my thoughts.
I close my eyes and exhale. I know that tone. When I open my eyes, I turn to see her retreating into herself.
“I’ll handle it. Why don’t we go down and have breakfast?”
“I’m not hungry. Actually, I have some work I need to get done before tomorrow. I’m going to go down and get it done.”
“Rem, babe—”
“It shouldn’t take me long. Maybe you should call in and handle things. The sooner the better, right?”
I bite back the words I had planned to say. If I push now, this is going to blow up in my face. I know Rem too well. I need to give her a minute.
“All right. I need to head to my place for a bit. I’ll be back before lunch.”
“Okay,” she whispers.
Fuck. My timing is such shit.
CHAPTER 37
Unlikely Friends
Knight
My decision to leave is strictly based on not wanting to set off another one of Rem’s panic attacks. I’ve watched her go through enough of them. It’s how I know when she’s truly had all she can take of us.
“You’re her fucking trigger,” I mutter to myself and put my head back against the elevator cage.
I have so much shit going on in my head. I close my eyes, and I think of the fact that Broker had something to do with me almost getting killed. I know he’s behind it somehow.
If he wants the brotherhood that bad, is he willing to put my life in danger to get them? I wouldn’t put it past him to leak that I’m alive to have them dig into why and how. Not to mention, why haven’t I checked in if I’m still breathing.
I work my jaw in frustration. Maybe I should allow Reminisce some space while I figure this out. This is very dangerous.
I don’t know who I can trust or how deep this goes, but I have a feeling in my gut that says I’m about to find out soon. The elevator stops, and I lift the cage to step out.
I amble my way to my front door and enter the apartment. Right away, I know something is off. I reach for the piece I keep under the table by the front door.