Page 5 of Irons

My worries for Travis ran deep. I was so scared for him. He was already self-destructing before Tony died, and I had no doubt he would get worse before he got better.

I didn’t understand Travis’s parents and I asked my dad about it. They already lost one son, so it confused me how they didn’t keep Travis close. Weren’t they scared they would lose their youngest son too? My dad said we couldn’t judge since we weren’t in their shoes. He explained when I was missing he became obsessed and almost lost his job when he was trying to find me. Although they left Travis in responsible hands, he was lacking some important aspects of childhood. He didn’t have stability and had some real insecurities about never being enough for anyone. Travis never felt that he was worth much and that showed in his behavior.

I understood his parents were desperate to find their other son, but they were ruining their other son in the process.

I walked away from my bedroom window and picked up my phone to text him. After I asked if he was okay and needed to talk, I waited a while before finally drifting off to sleep.

It was the middle of the night when my dad woke me to say he had to run out. There was a car crash, and he was needed at the scene.

Present Day

Wrenly

My trip down memory lane ended when Spider stopped his bike behind an old barn. He threw down the kickstand and we both hopped off the bike.

After two years with the Scorpions, I was about to find out if we had enough and could finally take down the club.

My name is Special Agent Wrenly Carlson of the FBI, and I had been undercover for way too long. My partner is known as Spider, but he was really Special Agent Peter Stone.

Before I became an undercover agent for the FBI, I was Sergeant Wrenly Carlson of the United States Marine Corps. I was in a Force Recon Unit when I decided to leave the military and become an agent.

My father is a police officer in a small town just outside Tulsa, Oklahoma. I’m not your typical Marine, Agent, or biker. I grew up riding on the back of my dad’s bike, and he was a member of an MC, so going undercover as a biker’s old lady wasn’t that much of a stretch for me.

I paced as Agent Stone spoke with our special agent in charge. We waited for two years for that moment. We were only about a mile from the Scorpions Compound as I waited. Then, out of nowhere, I heard sirens, and a smile creeped on my face. I looked at Stone and he smiled and gave me a nod before he put his phone away.

“Let’s shut this shit down.” He said as he pulled his badge out and hung it from his neck. I did the same before we hopped on the bike and headed to the compound.

As soon as Stone stopped the bike, we hopped off and ran to the mobile command for our Kevlar vests and was briefed on the current situation by special agent in charge Kyle Brooks.

“We’ve rounded up seventeen. There’s more in the buildings out back, and we believe that’s where the cartel members are hiding. You two head out back and I’m sending Terhune around to the right.”

I nodded. “Got it.” I checked my gun and took off the safety and crouched a little lower as Stone and I approached the first out building. We made it to the door and stood at each side of it. I gave Stone the nod and he kicked the door in. “FBI! Hands up and drop your weapons!”

I saw five sets of familiar eyes.

“FBI! Levanten las manos y suelten las armas!” I yelled.

They looked at each other instead of dropping their weapons. They knew our faces and they were members of the Mexican Cartel who just worked out a deal with the Scorpions MC President.

“FBI! Levanten las manos y suelten las armas!” I gave them one last chance before they all dropped their weapons.

The next day, Stone and I walked out of the FBI building in Dallas, dead on our feet. We were due back the following day to give our statements to the federal prosecutor, and I was ready to be done with the case. We just took down one of the largest motorcycle gangs with ties to the cartel. That meant neither one of us knew what would happen next. We were both due for a long vacation and I needed a little pampering. I went straight to the hotel spa and had my hair colored back to my natural dirty blond, then had a pedicure and manicure. After a little shopping for normal clothes, I enjoyed a few drinks in the hotel bar then went to bed for the night. I was more than ready to throw out the ribbed tank tops and tight as hell jeans.

Ghosts

Travis

“I’ll pound your face in if you keep looking at my wife that way.” Creed warned Patrick, and I choked on my beer.

“Dude, she’s my fucking sister!” Patrick gave him a disgusted look.

“I know, that’s the problem, you sick bastard!” Creed was laughing almost too hard to get the words out, but I was about to piss myself. Magnus stopped taking in air because he was laughing too hard.

“That was top secret family business, dammit! And she wasn’t my sister, asshole!” Patrick was fuming.

“Sister, cousin, does it really matter? It’s fucked up no matter how you look at it.” Creed continued to poke the bear.

We were at a welcome home party in the banquet room. It was a bit too cold to have it at the lake. Units F and J just returned from a mission in South America.

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