“One of Cord’s wives is being hunted down by her psycho brother. Myk doesn’t want the cops involved in case they start sniffing around all the wrong places.”
“What does that mean?” I asked.
Lars put his hand out as if stopping me. “What’s this got to do with us?”
“There’s more. We need better intel due to some shit going down back east, but like Myk I don’t want my club descended upon by rookie feebs looking to make names for themselves. It’s my understanding Angela has a connection.” He stopped short as it hit me what he’s asking.
“My contact is a dick.” I pinched my forehead and put Lilly back in charge of driving, aka autopilot. Not cruise control, they’re two very different things.
“Do you trust him, or her?”
“Him, and yeah. The problem is he’s going to want something in return. Long term favors type shit. If he gives you information he’s going to want some information in return. If he’s going to keep you off the FBI’s radar, he’s going to want you to provide protection when he needs it. Do you see where I’m going with this?”
“Morty.” Lars grumbled figuring it out.
Slider cleared his throat. “Yeah. I’m not happy about it, but we got too much shit blowing up at once here. I’ve patched it as many clubs as I can west of the Mississippi, but my problems are stemming from back east.”
“What’s going on?” Lars asked.
“Chardonnay is putting together new clubs consisting of gang and cartel members. With that comes two problems. She could cross the big river and start wars, and our reputation could take a hit. It’s taken me a decade to get us on the FBI’s good side. The public’s opinion of us is just as important. This goes sideways and Exiles could end up squashed.”
He took a deep breath before continuing. “In order to keep Myk from, well, pulling a Myk, we need Eve’s brother put away legally, and for good. My contacts with the FBI aren’t as good as I’d like. I don’t trust anyone I’ve dealt with. Joe says you have a working relationship with an agent. I don’t care what you do, but if we can trust him I want to meet him.”
I raked my hand through my hair. “Do you know how I earn my living Mr. Colson?”
“No. Joe says I don’t want to know.”
“I’m sure he’s right, but in the interest of keeping things on the up and up I’m going to tell you. I break into places like a cat burglar and steal vital information, or items, he needs to bust criminals all other agents have failed to do. The actual FBI thinks he’s just keeping tabs on me. They don’t realize I’m working for him in order to maintain my freedom.”
“Freedom?”
“It’s a long story, but basically I proved one of their fed pens to be escapable. I’m very hard to contain.”
Lars coughed, “No shit.”
I laughed. “Shut up. My point is, if they get wind of our agreement this whole thing could blow up in all our faces. I’m not sure Morty can give you what you really need to pull this off.”
“I’m not sure we have any choice. I won’t lose my club to my sister.”
“Sister??” I asked.
Lars gestured with his hand. “I’ll fill you in later. We’re on our way now brother. Is Lilly our only tank?”
“No, Laney has Daisy, and we’re working on getting the bugs out of Rose. Tanks will only help so much. They can’t be everywhere at once.” Slider explained.
“Gotcha. We’ll drive straight through. Should be there tomorrow.”
“Four eighteen in the afternoon to be exact.” Lilly chimed in.
“We’ll see you then. Thanks Lars. I hate to put you in this position straight out of prison, but I need your wife’s contact.”
“Wife?? What wife? We’re not married.” I informed them both.
Slider laughed and the line went clicked off.
I got up and went to the back. “Lilly put a hologram up.” So it doesn’t look like nobody is driving.
“Done.”
Lars is on my heels. “Do you think Morty will help? Or even be able to help?”
“Unfortunately, yes. The problem is he’s going to want a lot in return. Not just from the club, but from me.” I dug out my favorite wine from the wine rack in the cabinet.
“Like what?”
“What the fuck do you think??” I took down a wine glass meant for red wine but I know I’m going to want a lot of wine so fuck it.
“You’re not fucking him Angel.”
“The name is Angela, and I’m no angel.”
“He touches you I’ll kill him. You touch him and I’ll kill you both.” He threatened slamming a cabinet door.
I shooed him to the couch. “Sit.” When he sat I climbed on straddling his lap with wine in hand. “I’m not going to sleep with him again, but he’s probably going to keep me on the end of his short leash for the rest of my life. I want to help protect your club, but there’s a good chance it could cost me in favors. That means doing illegal shit you can’t be anywhere near. The wrong cops get wind of your association with me and you break parole. Break parole, and you know as well as I do what happens.”
He stole a sip of my wine. “You can break me out. We’ll run away. Leave the country.”
“Yeah, that’s not as easy as it looks in the movies.” I rolled my eyes before taking two full sips from my wine glass.
“Tell me more about this Morty so I know what we’re getting into.”
“Well. Let’s see. You know I was locked up, and why. My escape was honestly, more luck than skill. If it’d been left to skill alone it would have taken me a lot longer to get out. Doesn’t mean I wouldn’t have. Anyway. Morty, which obviously isn’t his real name, found me first. Again. Luck. He was in the right place at the right time. My luck had run out, so he nailed me.”
I sipped my wine before continuing. “He was recently divorced and over worked. So when I offered him sex in exchange for letting me go he bit. While I was asleep he put trackers all over my RV. Took me too long to figure it out. Somehow he can tacks me wherever I go, until Lilly. Although he still found me, so I’m thinking he injected me with a tracking device.”
“Jesus.” He complained.
“Told you I was no angel.”
“No, not that. You’re my angel for reasons that have nothing to do with sex. What are you going to do when he says the only reason he’s willing to help us is if you sleep with him again?”
“Good question.” I downed the rest of my wine and set the glass on the side table. “Morty’s not a bad person, but he craves physical attention. His ex wife was a cold fish that left him wanting for like thirteen years. Honestly, I don’t really blame him. He can’t handle an emotional connection, but he wants to make up for lost time at the same time. Does that make sense?”
He half rolled his beautiful blue eyes. “Unfortunately.”
“Does the club have any desperate women that can at least pretend to enjoy fucking a feeb? To be honest he’s a nice guy. Boring, but nice.” I tilted my head back and forth.
“I don’t need to hear this Angel.” He scolded.
I laughed. “It’s just sex Lars. What’s the big deal?”
“The big deal is I plan to marry you the second this bullshit is over. You won’t be under his control anymore, you’ll be under mine.”
I laughed even harder. “You wish!”
8
“I thought I told you to go to San Diego?” Morty complained when I called him.
“Change of plans, and I need your help.”
“Oh really??” He asked intrigued to the point I almost threw up a little in the back of my throat.
“Yeah, but you’re going to need to come up with another way to collect on favors because Lars can’t go back to prison.” I shot him a look.
“I take you’re fucking him now?”
“Not yet. Look, a friend of a friend needs your help. I’m still willing to help you out on cases, but no more of the other shit. Can you meet me in Phoenix tomorrow? I
think I might be able to offer you something no other agent could achieve in his entire career.”
“And that is?” He asked skeptical.
“How would you like to have the only exclusive legitimate in with Exiles?”
“Bullshit. They’ll take my help and freeze me out.”
“We’re talking a long term deal here. Help us out with something, prove you can be trusted, and I’ll set you up with the president of the club. It sounds like he could use your help to stay on the up and up with the law. We just need your help with one thing, and maybe overlook a couple other things. I need you to focus on the big picture here. It’ll benefit you, the FBI, and the club, a lot in the long run.” I’m on the verge of begging because the idea of handing Morty off to someone more qualified to deal with him sounds like Christmas in July to me.
“I’ll send you a text where and when to meet me in the morning tonight. If I get a hint that you’re full of shit I’m out, and you’re back in. Do we understand each other?”
I swallowed. “I’m going to say yes, but that doesn’t mean I’ll let you put me back inside. We both know I don’t belong there.”
“Doesn’t mean I won’t put you there, and yes, if I really want to, I can contain you. The only reason I haven’t locked you up is because you’re more useful to me on the outside than you are on the inside. You’ll be wise to remember that.”
Once again we’re at a stalemate. I’ll concede because walking out now would mean disappointing Lars and the club. The last thing I need is the largest club of bikers in the world with a hard on to kick my ass following around the country. “I’ll see you in the morning.” I tapped the screen hanging up.
Lars closed my laptop taking up my vision across the table. “I won’t let him lock you up.”
I nodded. “I appreciate that. Honestly, I’m so sick of being his puppet I’d almost rather sit n a cell all day.” I cringed. “Then again maybe not.”
“I talked to Slider this morning. We’ve got some problems with rival clubs back east. They’re all being banded together in order to get the numbers they need to move in on our territory. We need the FBI on our side in this or we could fall to one evil bitch.”
“Evil bitch? A woman?”
He nodded. “My brother’s twin sister. She’s the only sister in our fucked up family of brothers. Have you ever seen that movie with the twin brothers where one is perfect and the other is shit?”
“Yeah.”
“Chardonnay is the Danny Devito to an entire army of brothers. We’re no angels, but that bitch is pure evil with an unjustified vendetta against all her brothers. Turner, her twin, usually takes the brunt of her jabs at us, but he’s only one man, and with her building numbers, he’s losing his usual grip on the situation.”
I sighed. “Shit.”
“Exactly. If Morty can prove himself trustworthy by helping Cord get rid of his-“ He looked up at Lily, “What the fuck is Eve to Cord?”
“His second wife should it be legal.”
Lars. Nodded and looked back to me. “That’s it. Anyway, if Morty can help them with their problem, then the club would be willing to share information to help the FBI take down an evil army of clubs ready to move west completing their dynasty.”
“Who’s to say the FBI won’t take both clubs down?”
“You know how Morty was using you to do bad things he couldn’t do in order to get what he needed to solve cases?”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah.” He echoed.
“Oh.” I sat back taking another deep breath. “Morty helps get Eve’s brother off her back, the club says thank you you’re in, and Morty gets to be the agent that bridges the gap between the FBI and Exiles in order to contain a tidal wave of not-so-law-abiding bikers from taking over the entire country. Sound right?”
He nodded. “That sums it up nicely.”
“Shit’s about to hit the fan tomorrow.”
Another nod. “Probably.”
“We should really get laid first.”
He pointed to the roof. “Do you think she’ll watch?”
“That’s not even remotely amusing.” Lily chimed in.
“I doubt it, but just in case let’s get a room.”
Lars found a new gear of get shit done. Less than an hour later he had us booked at The Biltmore in Scottsdale. I’m pretty sure he paid more than what he has left from his last installment from Slider, but I can cover it easily enough. He’s been more than generous with his money. His efforts are well worth the little I might have to chip in.
The room is stunning. Champagne and chocolate covered fruits arrived while we unpacked. He finished first and brought me a chocolate covered pineapple. “Here.”
I took the whole thing because I know it’s the last pineapple and that’s my favorite. While I took my time savoring the flavors and textures he stepped around behind me gathering my hair.
“Just so we’re clear, I own you.” He kissed my neck making me squirm.
“You own a bike, you earn me.” I schooled him knowing he owns me just as much as he owns that bike. I’m not sure when or how It happened, but I’ve fallen for the big guy. He’s become the only guy I always want to wake up to in the morning.
He untucked my shirt. “I’m going to earn you so hard I’ll own you.”
I laughed and turned into his kiss. His usual passion has been dialed back to slow motion. I squeaked when he grabbed my and hoisted me up so I had no choice but to wrap my legs around his waist to keep from losing my grip on his kiss.
His body covered mine on the bed and for a moment I wondered where my clothes went. How are we flesh to flesh? How is he so warm? I can’t get him close enough.
He shifted and put pressure where no man has been in a very long time. I bit his lip. He pushed in just a bit. I arched for more. He sunk in so hard and fast I came, screamed, and clamped on as the spasms tormented my body. All of nature’s fierce forces are wreaking havoc inside me.
“OHHHH SHIIIIIITT!!!!” I heard someone cry out as the moved eliciting a need for more within my core.
His mouth found my breasts as my body pulsed and pulled on his. The sudden loss of his mouth to my body made me reach for him. The rush of cool air between us forced me to focus and he sat back bending my knees.
Now I’ve had few good fucks in my life, but hold fucking shit, nothing like this. His fingertips dug in sure to leave bruises as I grabbed for sheets and pillows. I came one more time before he tried to dislodge my hip with his release.
I’m not sure what the hell that noise he made was, but now know how the ground feels when a tree falls in the forest. “Ooof ouch. I… can’t…breathe.”
He pushed up on his arms enough I can take in air. “Sorry.”
“You weigh a fucking ton.” I pushed his shoulders until he pulled out and gingerly settled on his back.
After a few breaths he panted, “You… get… five… minutes.”
I laughed and rolled over to put my head on his shoulder. “Ten.”
It was more like thirty, but the wait was worth it. Despite being sore from his sheer size the next morning I was more than happy to wake up before, during, and after the sun with his body ravishing mine. If you ever get a chance to win the heart of a female-flesh-starved man, jump him. Holy crap he left me wanting more and yet feeling like I could take no more.
Since we have to return Lily anyway I stayed in bed fully dressed until we got there. Lars is singing in the fucking shower. I’m going to kill him. Why don’t men get sore?? Then again I saw him kind of limp to the bathroom.
Morty insisted we meet alone. Lars insisted on being there. Guess who won. I think when I write a book about all this later I’ll title this encounter Duel At Denny’s.
Morty sat back after our coffee’s were poured and our orders place. He looked from me to Lars and back again. “Tell me about this psycho brother. What’s his name?”
The bell over the door chimed and in walked one big fucking cowboy, and thi
n mean looking brunette, and a rather sweet looking blonde with a rack even I have to ency. “Lucky guy.”
Lars stood up and shook the cowboy’s hand. “Cord.”
“Lars. Good to see you again.” Cord motioned to the brunette. “My legal wife Mykela.” He moved his hand over towards the blonde. “My other wife Eve. She’s the one with the brother.”
Lars nodded and motioned to me. “My future wife Angela, the one who needs out from under this asshole.” He pointed to Morty who stood to shake Cord’s hand.
Cord took his hand for a shake. “Nice to meet you.”
“So, what seems to be the problem?” Morty asked as he sat back down.
Cord and Eve did most of the explaining. Morty kept looking at Myk like he knew her from somewhere but couldn’t place it.
Once the story was told I asked him. “Why do you keep looking at her?” I pointed to Mykela.
He shook his head and sat back. “She looks really familiar. I can’t place it.”
Myk sat forward putting her arms on the table to confront Morty. “The serial killer, Machete? The one Lars went to prison for killing, was my father.”
Morty slapped his hand on the table making everyone jump. “I knew it!!”
Lars tensed. “Watch it.” He ground out like the Satan had just possessed his body.
Morty waved it off and laughed. “No, it’s not like that. You’re on the watch list.” He leaned forward and narrowed his eyes at her. “Between you and me, what’s your number?”
“About to be one more.” She darkened into what can only be described as an evil Catwoman. I swear her eyes even turned a shade yellower.
He smiled and sat back to look at Cord. “I bet you walk on eggshells.”
“Alright.” I chimed in. “Enough of whatever the fuck you’re talking about. Are you going to help us or what?”
He sighed making the moment as dramatic as possible. That’s Morty, or Davis, or Kenrick. Sometimes I think he changes his name to suit his mood. “Get me a meeting with Slider. If I feel like he’s legit, and the threat viable, I’ll take care of Peter as a show of faith.” He looked at Eve. “You want him locked up for life?” He’s basically asking if she wants him dead, but he can’t do that without incriminating her.
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