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“Nah, but he’ll probably flash a badge at her just the same. This will be an off the books visit. Might also be time to get Gretchen to file a restraining order against this bitch. I don’t like where this might be headed.”

“I don’t either. The damn woman seems to be getting more and more angry every time I see her following them. She spends a bit of time each night yelling at someone on her phone. I’m beginning to wonder if she isn’t under contract, especially after her heated argument that first night I saw her and then someone came by to drop something off to her.”

“Could be unrelated.”

“That’s true, but I have this feeling in my gut, man.”

“I know. That’s why we’re paying her a visit tomorrow. We’ll see if we can’t get her on the way out of town and back to where she came from. Drake put in some calls to people in the department out that way, but since it’s not an open case, he’s having a bit of trouble getting any information, if there’s any to get.”

“All right, well it looks as though she’s in for the night, so I’m headed home to catch some shut eye. I’m fucking exhausted.”

“Hey, Kane?” Zeke questioned. I just grunted in return, too tired to form words at this point. “You’ve been following her several nights in a row, including Friday and tonight is Saturday.”

“Yeah, and?”

“If the men are blocking T-Bone from ousting the bitch because she’s so good at servicing them, why isn’t she there servicing them on their busiest nights?”

It took me a minute to absorb that information, but Zeke was right. If they were so worried about this bitch being available to suck them off whenever they wanted, why wasn’t she there doing it? “We need to find out who the hell in that club is trying so hard to allow her continued access.”

“We need you to get in with them sooner rather than later, Kane.”

“I’ll go Monday and put my hat in the ring. What time are we doing this intervention tomorrow?”

“Drake gets off work at 7 tomorrow night. We’ll go as soon as he’s free and clear.”

I thought about that plan all night, tossing and turning, unable to get any rest despite how tired I was. There was something in the air, a feeling, a nagging, urgent, persistent thought that I needed to do more. What more could I really do though? I’d played stalker, or private detective if you wanted it to sound less creepy. There were notes about this woman’s pattern of behaviors. We had a plan that we were putting into play the following night, and I was going to attempt to join the Aces High Motorcycle Club, and dive into the belly of the beast in order to protect the girls of our studio. What the fuck more could I possibly do? Still, sleep wouldn’t find me and the further into the morning I found myself, the worse that feeling in my gut became.

Chapter 6

Our Last Day

Gretchen

My man woke up beside me, smiling at the fact that I was staring at his beautiful face once again. I ran a finger gently down his nose until I got to just the tip, where I bopped it playfully with my finger, eliciting a laugh from him.

“What has you in such a good mood this morning?”

“Besides waking up in my man’s strong arms?” I teased. He squeezed me tighter in response. “I just feel so free this morning. We won’t have to hide out anymore. I didn’t realize how much stress I’ve been under because of us keeping everything a secret.”

Toby’s face drew in, seriousness clouding the playful look. “I’m so sorry, baby. I thought we were doing the right thing by keeping things to ourselves while we got to really know one another. It was too much to ask.”

“No, it wasn’t. Honestly, aside from feeling guilty every time I interact with your sister at work, it was perfect. It’s so nice to move forward in a relationship without hearing everyone’s chattering opinions going on in the background.”

“But you see my sister almost every day,” he argued.

“Yeah, that’s the bad part of it. I’ll feel so much better about being able to go to work with her knowing.”

“What if she doesn’t take it well?”

“I don’t think it will be a problem, Toby. Your sister is one of the sweetest people I know. I think she’ll understand.” He nodded, because he knew she was too. The fact that they still weren’t speaking as much as he’d like bothered me too. I think our secrecy was part of the reason he hadn’t reached out more to repair the rift they had. Now, with everything out in the open, it would be easier for them to do that. “Now, if we could just get rid of that Seneca bitch,” I huffed. I hated bringing her up in our bed, because the little brat was literally everywhere else we turned.

“I talked to my dad. She showed up at my parent’s house when I was there the other day. He’s helping me get her taken care of. We’re working on getting all of the whores out of the club house for good.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, after all the trouble they’ve caused the members, especially my family over the years, my dad said it’s about fuckin’ time he did what mom has been on him about for years. She won’t even go there that often because of the whores and the drama they cause.”

“That’s so sad. I don’t know how your mom puts up with it,” I told him.

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