Page 41 of Tank

“None that we saw. Unless they keep the ugly people out the back, all we saw was creepily good looking Russians,” he replies.

Marx has his hands on his hips, head down. “Does anyone have any ideas why Mira was sent a foot? Anything in any of the books?” he asks, raising his head to look around the room.

“Oh,” Lovely says, sitting up in her seat abruptly, “Hang on, I think I might have something.” She rummages around in her gigantic baby bag, then pulls out one of my books. She flicks through it quickly, frown on her face, tongue sticking out the side of her mouth, her brows pinched. “Here!” She saystriumphantly, “In ‘Night Peril’, the bad guy sends the heroine the foot of her lover after he accidentally stepped on her toes at the debutante ball,” she beams.

“How the hell is that meant to be romantic?” Rider asks.

“Well, he’s not really the bad guy. It turns out the one foot man is the baddy. The murdery guy is romantic, he’d do anything for the woman he loves. Even chop off feet.” Lovely answers with a sweet smile on her face. The girl gets it. I didn’t think she would, what with being the loveliest woman on earth and all.

Rider gives her an odd look then leans back in his seat, a confused look on his face.

“Right. So whoever is doing this is most definitely a fan of your books, Mira. Computer team, how far did you get with scanning Mira’s social media?”

“Not that far. Turns out that Mira’s fans are enthusiastic, and a little crazy. We’ve had to tighten our parameters and run it again,” Wire grumbles.

“Fuck. So we’re no closer to knowing anything other than the funeral home is on the take and Mira’s fan somehow has access to elderly body parts. Maybe at the home, maybe not. Fucking great.” Marx scrubs his face in frustration. “Prospects, tell me you have something a little more promising?”

Tav, Jimmy the gate prospect, and the one with the panty melting voice, Takoda I think his name is, they all look to one another before Tav decides to do the talking. “They got our warning. Three of them agreed to keep quiet, but Whitney laughed and slammed the door in our faces. After that they’ve laid pretty low, going to work in the evenings, and then coming home at the end of the shift. Their boss has a car pick them up and drop them off each time.”

“Their apartment is high end as well, in that gated area of Rose Grove. Whatever he’s paying them is big.” Melty voice Takoda adds.

Marx curses under his breath and I feel Tyson tense beneath me. I had almost forgotten he was there, too busy watching the exchange in front of me. I would normally be taking notes, but this seems personal, the private inner workings of the DRMC and I won’t sully it by taking notes like they are a side show or something.

Turning in Tyson’s arms I hit him with a stare, “Are you OK? Don’t the bunnies have something to do with you and Nitro being taken into the slammer?”

He huffs a laugh, the tightness in his body melting away slowly, “I’m good. How’d you know about the ex-bunnies anyway?”

“Do you know how much this MC gossips? I’ve been here for what, four, five days writing at that table over there, I hear pretty much everything,”

He raises his brow at me but before he can say anything I rest my fingers gently over his lips, “It’s OK. I’m a vault,” I beam at him as a slow smile spreads across his face.

“Good girl.”

Aaaand there goes my underwear.

Chapter 12

Tank

Great, so we are back at square one again. There has been no movement on anything. No headway. Well, everything apart from the bubbly blonde in my lap. That seems to be progressing very nicely. A little too nicely. I’m hard as rock, my cock on an uncomfortable angle as I didn’t want it digging into the crack of her plump ass. She may write romance, or what did Remy call it, spice? Whatever it is, she may write about sexy things, but she’s still a woman I want for myself which means showing restraint and respect and not just digging my erection into her at every turn. There will be plenty of time for that once we’re on the same page. Or at the very least once some sick fuck stops sending her body parts. I can’t imagine any of this is arousing, probably quite the opposite.

“I have an idea,” Chewy says, chewing her lip, looking everywhere but at Marx.

Marx raises a brow in her direction, Rhodie giving her a pat on her ass, murmuring something in her ear.

“I say we act completely normal. Usual movements, take Tank and Nitro out of lock down or whatever laying low thing they’re doing. We act totally unbothered.” She flits her gazearound the room. “Mira, you act normal too. Do whatever random stuff you get up to, make it seem like you never got the package at all. Whoever is doing this is watching you, shit, maybe all of us. We act normal they’ll think we didn’t get the foot and get desperate.”

Pres stares at his sister-in-law then nods his agreement. “Desperate people make mistakes.”

“Yup. Then BAM! We lay a trap, catch them and torture information outta them. It’ll be beautiful.”

“Wait, don’t you mean get them help?” Mira looks at me with her big green eyes, then everyone else. “Like, this person is seriously unwell. They probably need psychiatric help or something.” She’s met with silence. “Don’t they?”

We all stare at her a moment before Nat clears her throat, “Yeah, totally.” She eyeballs all the OI Ladies who then start nodding enthusiastically in agreement with her. Blanche even going so far as to start a diatribe on the state of mental health care in this country. Tav slaps a hand over her mouth just as her lips start to twitch and her voice breaks with a giggle.

“Exactly! Definitely in need of mental health care. That poor person.” Mira then frowns to herself. “Although, Mr President, I do think we should probably kick their butt a little, I mean, they shouldn’t be desecrating people’s loved ones. That’s just wrong.”

“Noted.” Marx nods once. “Prospects, I want you to stay on the bunnies, but maybe take turns rather than pairing up. Chewy is right, we need to show it’s business as usual. Tank and Nitro, you’re back to business as usual as well. If you want to go to a bar and pickup then do so,” He nods my way and I feel Mira tense up.

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