“The Feds haven’t been able to infiltrate these guys. They’re not exactly trusting of outsiders and they can smell a rat within about a hundred feet. But a girl, a young pretty girl, that’s someone who might slip through under the radar.” DeVry looks her over, as if he’s assessing her and Melissa sits up a little straighter a prickle of irritation eating at her.
“You’re pimping me out to the Kings?” She manages to keep her voice calm and collected despite the anger that’s bubbling just beneath the surface. She’d always worked hard not to be treated any differently from the guys, at school, at college, at her dojo, and now DeVry had chosen her for a story precisely because she isn’t a guy.
“Jesus, I’m not a monster, Potter!” DeVry lifts a paperweight from his desk and Melissa flinches involuntarily at the thought of him letting it fly. “All I’m saying is that men are likely to keep a pretty girl around, let her overhear things that my guys would never get a sniff of. You get me?”
Melissa feels her ire cool. She knows DeVry’s right. Men had a tendency to let their guard down around her.
“I’ve read some of your stuff. It’s good. A little Pollyanna, but good.” He doesn’t look directly at her as he pays her the compliment as if that will make the admission easier for him.
“Pollyanna?” Melissa frowns, confused by the reference.
“Jesus, you’re too young for that, aren’t you? Make me feel old, why don’t you?” DeVry collapses into his squeaky chair behind his desk as he continues to play with the glass paperweight, tossing it between his hands. “You have a tendency to make things a little rosy, a little too clean. This piece is going to need a different treatment. It’s an exposé, a feature ‘Behind the Scenes of the Kings’.” DeVry spreads his hands out as if he can already see the headline.
“I thought you figured I was just some high school drop-out.” Melissa raises an eyebrow at him, mimicking his expression.
“Don’t get cocky, Potter.” He levels an accusatory finger at her and Melissa has to stop herself from rolling her eyes.
Instead she asks the question that has been playing on her mind since he mentioned the Kings. “Why me? You have some young female staff writers.” She jerks her head back towards the now reduced pool of writers out on the main floor of the paper.
Macintyre shrugs lazily, but Melissa isn’t fooled. She knows everything this man does is calculated. “I know you’re ambitious, that you want more than just a byline in the back pages of the Portland Tribune. This is your chance to prove it. And this paper needs a scoop, a big story, something that will prove to the shareholders we’re not done yet. This could be it. Besides, you’re younger and prettier than all the other girls on staff. I’ll bet there’s not a lot that a man won’t do once you bat your baby blues at him.”
Melissa shifts a little uncomfortably in her seat. Sure, she got her fair share of attention with her long auburn hair and bright blue eyes, but there was still something that didn’t sit right with her knowing that was the reason she’d been chosen.
“Do you want the job or not, Potter? If you don’t there are other ways to get into the Kings that don’t involve you. I’m not really the type to put all my eggs in one basket.” DeVry, looks off into the distance, almost like he’s already dismissed her.
“No, I want the job. I’ll do it.” The words are out of her mouth before her brain has a chance to catch up. DeVry’s triumphant grin looks more like a grimace and it tells Melissa that she’s played right into his hands. It’s give and take, she tells herself – it’s not just him getting something out of this. “So where do I start?” She reaches for her bag to pull her notepad out but DeVry’s bark stops her.
“Where do you start? You’re a reporter. Figure it out. And I want an update on where you are this time next week. If you’re not getting anywhere, I want to know sooner rather than later so I can pull the plug.” He shoots her a warning look.
“A week? You want me to infiltrate one of the most notorious biker gangs in the country in a week? Do you want me to learn how to speak Russian at the same time?” She’s aware that her voice has turned into a squeak but she’s so shocked she can get any words out at all. A week – she’d had longer deadlines for reporting on the story of a lost dog reunited with his doting owner.
“If you can’t do it, Potter, then just say. Like I said, I’ll find someone who can.” He replaces the paperweight on his desk but his hand still hovers over it proprietarily, keeping Melissa on her toes.
“I didn’t say that. I can do it. You’ll have something on your desk next week.”
DeVry just nods and motions her out, done with her.
As Melissa wanders out of the office in a daze, absently waving at Olivia as she passes her desk, she doesn’t stop to figure out how she’s going to make good on her promise. There’ll be time to worry about that next week. For now, she has a biker gang to infiltrate.
CHAPTER THREE
It hadn’t taken much research to figure out what the first stop on her investigation into the Caged Kings will be. There was a well-known biker bar on the outskirts of town and that’s where she will be spending her evening, dressed as her best impression of a biker chick.
“Are you still going to help me if I ask why the hell you have this stuff in your closet?” Melissa looks down at herself, taking in the leather hot pants that show more than some of her bikinis, a leather top with a plunging neckline and knee-high leather boots. Ali’s feet were bigger than hers so she has to stuff the toes with copious amounts of cotton wool but Ali had insisted that she had to wear them to complete the look.
Ali pushes Melissa down onto a chair in front of her mirror and shrugs as she starts applying makeup. “The Dominatrix party you bailed on in second year. I figured it might come in handy on a rainy day.” She looks pleased with herself as she swipes at Melissa’s eyes with her mascara brush.
It was hard to imagine the angelic-looking, blonde Ali as a Dominatrix, but that was only to people who didn’t know her. Melissa and Ali had been best friends since high school, housemates at college, and now they were maneuvering their way around in the real world together, at least until Ali started at law school.
“Oh right, that’s one party I’m not sad to have missed out on.” Melissa yelps as Ali starts tweezing her eyebrows with a little more zeal than necessary. “Okay, I’ll be quiet, jeez!”
Ali shakes her head at her and sighs dramatically. “You missed out on way too many parties, Mel. You can’t spend all your free time on those stories. You need to live a little to have something to actually write about.”
Melissa rolls her eyes. It’s a recurring conversation between the two of them. Ali had always been the social butterfly, somehow magically able to know about all the cool parties, the best places to go out, and manage to survive on only four hours of sleep while still coming out with some of the best grades of her class.
“Some of us actually need to sleep, Ali. Besides, it’s not like I was a hermit at college. I had my share of good times.” Melissa hears the defensiveness creeping into her tone and tries to stamp it down.
“Hey, I know you can party with the best of ‘em, Mel.” Ali holds her hands up in surrender, not wanting to upset her best friend. “I just think you could live it up a little more, that’s all. All work and no play…”
Ali brushes the faintest hint of blusher over Melissa’s cheeks. She had always been way better at doing her makeup than Melissa had ever been. It was their little ritual before they went out and, tonight, Ali’s skills were most definitely necessary. Melissa knows that she needs to make the best possible first impression if she wants to get in with the club. “You heard from Wes at all?” Ali’s comment pulls Melissa back from her daydreaming.
“Not since the flowers yesterday.” Just the memory of them is enough to put her in a bad mood.
“You didn’t have to throw them away.” Ali gives her a pointed look, but not because there was any love lost between her and Wes. “What? The
y were pretty!”
“And the first ones were pretty, too, and the ones after that and the ones after that…” Melissa shakes her head, ignoring Ali’s scowl as she smudges her eyeliner. “When he came by unannounced the other night and saw his flowers sitting in the vase, it was like he figured he still had a shot. I don’t want to give him any more reason to think that.”
“It’s almost enough to make you feel bad for the guy.” Ali shakes her head and then catches Melissa’s warning look in the mirror. “If you didn’t know he was a total scumbag creep, it would be hard not to feel bad for him. Being in love with someone who doesn’t want you pretty much sucks.” Ali speaks from experience and Melissa watches as her shoulders slump slightly.
“Well maybe if you told Vince how you felt, he’d have some idea. The guy isn’t a mind reader!” Melissa pokes her friend gently in the ribs, glad the attention is off of her and her dysfunctional relationship with her stalker-ex.
Ali shakes her head like she’s shaking the thought of Vince off. “We’ve known each other too long. He thinks of me like a sister.”
Melissa stills Ali’s hands that are fiddling with her hair. “Guys don’t look at their sisters the way Vince looks at you.” She locks eyes with her friend until Ali looks away.
“Yeah, well, tonight I get to meet girlfriend number 202.” Ali smiles but it’s more like a grimace.
“Ali, why do you do this to yourself? Just tell him something came up and you can’t make it. Where’s the sense in torturing yourself?” Melissa squeezes her friend’s hands.
“Because I’d rather see him than not, even if he is with another girl.” Ali shrugs and lets Melissa see the vulnerability in her eyes for just a moment before she covers it with her trademark megawatt smile. Ali was a good time girl with a brain. What most people don’t know about her is that she is also way more sensitive than anyone would give her credit for. Melissa is one of the few people who she lets see that side of her. “Now, let’s take a look at you.” Ali steps back, and signals for Melissa to stand up as she inspects her.
“So? What’s the verdict?” Melissa shifts uncomfortably in her too-big shoes and pulls down the shorts that are too small for her. She and Ali are almost the same size but Melissa is a little taller and those couple of inches are pretty noticeable when it comes to hot pants.
“Mission accomplished. You look like a slutty biker chick.” Aliny waves her hand as if it were a magic wand.
“Mom would be so proud.” Melissa wipes an imaginary tear out of her eyes as they both giggle. She takes a look in the full-length mirror and barely recognizes herself. Apart from the revealing clothes, Ali has worked some kind of magic on her face, the heavy black eye makeup making her eyes look even more blue.
“You look smoking, Mel.” Ali nods in approval behind her. “Now for the question that, as your best friend, it is my sworn duty to ask. Are you really sure about this?” She gives her a concerned look. “It’s not too late to blow it off and come check out Vince’s new girlfriend with me. Then you can tell me how she’s boring and nowhere near as pretty as me.”
Melissa laughs and turns around to face her friend. “I don’t need to meet her to know that she’ll be boring and nowhere near as pretty as you. None of his girlfriends have even come close and you know that without me having to say it.”
Ali smiles goofily before she heads to her closet to pick out her own outfit for the night. “It’s still nice to hear it, though.” She rummages around until she comes up with a denim skirt and cropped jumper and then pauses, looking at Melissa seriously. “This biker group, the Kings, if your Editor is even half right about the stuff they’re into, they’re dangerous. I don’t like the idea of you going into one of their bars all alone.”
Melissa sits down heavily on Ali’s bed and a furry grey ball jumps onto her lap as if on cue. Melissa absently strokes her behind her ears. “I’m not going in there blind, Ali. Besides, you know I can look after myself and, if all else fails, there’s the mace in my purse.” They’d both gone out and bought themselves some after a rape on campus had spooked all the women at the college. “It’s my first undercover type role, the first real story they’ve given me. It’s great experience and it’ll be great exposure for me. It might just be enough to get someone at The New Yorker to publish one of my stories.” She bites her bottom lip, not wanting to think about the number of unanswered submissions she’d made to the magazine. Her mom always reminded her how busy the people were that worked there and how they may not even have gotten ‘round to reading anything she’d sent in. That was almost more depressing than the thought of an outright rejection. “You’re right. I need more life experience before I can produce something I’m proud of and this is going to give me loads of material to write about. Besides, my half of the rent isn’t just going to pay itself!” She strokes Cat’s belly as she purrs happily.
“All right, but just promise me you’ll be careful.” Ali sits in front of the mirror, working on her own makeup now. “I know you can go all Karate Kid on them but I don’t know how useful that is against a gun or a knife.”
Melissa holds up her hand as if she were doing the Girl Guide promise. “I promise I’ll be careful, Ali. I don’t have any plans of getting shot or stabbed tonight. I’m just going there to ask a few questions, get a feel of the place, make first contact. It’s not like I’m going to break this story wide open in one night.”
“What’s the code word?” Ali shoots her a look from the mirror.
“Monopoly,” Melissa replies dutifully. It was a safety procedure they’d worked out since their first dates in high school. If they had any problems, like a guy was taking things too fast or if they were just having a really bad first date, they would text or call the code word and the other would come running. It was a technique they’d used more than once. They’d been through a number of different code words but had settled on “monopoly.” It was easy enough to put into a sentence but hard for anyone to pick it up for what it was.
“Good.” Ali nods in approval before she starts changing her clothes. “Now get that furball off of my bed.” She looks distastefully at the cat Melissa had rescued from the dumpster in their final year of college. She’d called her Cat that night having watched too many Audrey Hepburn films, but she hadn’t planned on keeping her. Melissa fully intended to take her to the animal rescue but the cat didn’t seem to bond with anyone other than Melissa. She’d even given Ali more than her fair share of scratches. The only reason Ali hadn’t demanded Melissa get rid of her was because she’d controlled the mouse problem that plagued their old house.
“Don’t listen to her, Cat. She loves you, really.” Melissa nuzzles the purring mass before she lifts her gently down to the floor. Melissa gives herself another look in the mirror. “You know it’s like thirty-five degrees out there. I’m going to freeze, but I don’t exactly have anything that works with this outfit.” Melissa chances a look at Ali who just rolls her eyes and pulls out a leather jacket from her closet.
“It’s a loan, Mel.” Ali gives her friend a warning look knowing that Melissa has been trying to get her hands on the jacket since Ali had found it at a vintage sale.
“Kind of like that denim skirt you’re wearing?” Melissa raises an eyebrow and Ali has the decency to blush. They were about the same size, both taller than average and slim and although they had very different styles, there were some clothes that kept finding their way into the other’s wardrobe.
“All right, we’re as bad as each other.” Ali shoves the jacket towards Melissa who just manages to stifle a triumphant crow. “Come on, we better get a move on if we want to get slutty Cinderella to the ball.” Ali winks at her friend as she leads the way out of the room.
“Hey!” Melissa gives herself one last look in the mirror, trying to stamp down the nerves that are making her stomach flip, before she follows Ali out. “Is that slutty in a good way or a bad way?”
CHAPTER FOUR
Standing outside ‘
Durangos,’ Melissa hesitates, something she’s not accustomed to doing. But it seems as if today is going to be the first for a lot of things. She looks down at herself, feeling cold and uncomfortable in Ali’s leather get-up. Neither of them had much of an idea of how women actually dress in MC clubs, so she can only hope that they haven’t gone a little overboard.
When they’d pulled up outside, Ali had tried one more time to persuade her not to go inside. “It looks a little sketchy.” She’d wrinkled her nose at the blacked-out windows and the line of motorcycles outside.
“That’s kind of the point, Ali.” She smiled reassuringly at her friend and stepped out of the car, looking more confident than she felt.
“I’ll pick you up when you’re done being Lois Lane.” Ali virtually shouts out the window and Melissa waves her away hoping that her friend hasn’t just blown her cover, but there’s no-one around to hear.
Suck it up, Potter. It’s show time.
She shakes off the last vestiges of nerves and feels the adrenaline pumping through her veins. It’s a feeling familiar from the karate championships she’s used to competing in. She takes a deep breath and walks through the door of the bar.
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