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I face my brothers and tell them, “Livi was in the bathroom taking a shower when Nilo creeped up on me when I was dozing off. He held me at gunpoint when Livi stepped into the bedroom in nothing but a towel. The way she handled herself, her moves, how she took Nilo out without blinking twice? My gut told me she isn’t who she says she is. I asked for an explanation because who the fuck has a gun in his bathroom?”
“I do,” Jocko mutters.
I glare at the fucker while I continue. “Within minutes Broken Deeds members came in to clean shit up. I asked Lenz to do a thorough background check and use facial recognition programs or anything to be able to dig deeper.” Turning the laptop to face them, I grunt. “This is what he found.”
“A fucking undercover agent?” Atteo snarls.
“Is she trying to bring us all down?” Midas asks.
The only one who has a calm and steady voice is Mercer. “Have you confronted her? If she can manage to get a cleanup crew of Broken Deeds MC at her place within minutes? She might be morally gray. Seriously, my gut tells me this woman isn’t the stone-cold bitch this info makes her out to be. There’s more to the story, and you should definitely find out. Either way, she might be useful to us in the long run.”
I grab the chair and sit my ass down. “How?”
“First we vote,” Macsen states. “Wisely Dicey needs a change and we all know VP is acting president right now. It’s safe to say he’s our best choice to take the gavel instead of sinking deeper in deadly shit. Especially with law enforcement breathing down our necks as well.”
“All in favor of Ten becoming prez,” Jocko rumbles.
The vote is unanimous and it’s a damn good feeling to have the support of my brothers.
I touch the vice president patch on my chest and tell Macsen, “I want you as my VP, but for now I’m keeping this on my cut when I go out to meet Livi. No need to give her any more information than she already knows.”
“Smart,” Mercer states. “Let’s make some other smart decisions and plan it all out.”
I nod, knowing we’re already on a steady and right path. Unlike the way my father led this MC.
CHAPTER TWELVE
– LIVI –
I was calm and collected yesterday morning when I killed Nilo, but it feels quite the opposite now. A cup of coffee sits on the table in front of me. It’s my second one since I got here at the diner where I’m supposed to meet Thorsten in about ten minutes.
Archer and I talked options and possibilities yesterday and eventually I came to a decision. First, though? I have to talk…grovel…and hope Thorsten feels the same way about me as I do about him.
I swallow hard. A happily ever after might not be on the table when an undercover agent comes clean to an outlaw biker. Not to mention, the task force is still set to take down the MC even if they want to keep them around long enough to get the cartel as well.
And what do Thorsten and I really have? Besides chemistry and a one-night stand? Maybe my body reacting to his in an exceptional way isn’t the same for him. My insecurities are causing havoc inside me. Yet, it’s a shot I have to take unless I want a lifetime of regrets and what-ifs.
The door of the diner swings open and Thorsten strolls inside. My heart skips a beat at the sight of him. His dark blond hair stands on end and he runs a hand through it as he glances around. Green eyes collide with mine.
Cold. Detached. He’s never looked at me this way and my gut clenches. He already knows. At least I picked a public place to meet him. Even if he knows I’m an agent, he would never gun me down with witnesses present. The diner is quiet, but there’s still some people here.
“Livi,” he grunts. “Or should I say Elowyn Livingstone?”
Yes. He knows.
I hold his stare and give it to him straight. “Livi, it’s what my friends calls me. Please, have a seat. I will answer any other questions you might have.”
“You won’t even deny being a cop?” he grits and to my surprise he slides into the booth beside me.
“I’m a special agent and went undercover to gather information about Wisely Dicey. As you might know, I haven’t heard any information–”
“You didn’t hear or see shit because you were barely in,” he snaps. “Cut the shit, Elowyn. Just tell me why the fuck you’d whore yourself out if you’re a fucking virgin. It’s the only part that doesn’t make any sense in this charade.”
In one smooth move I have my gun placed against his dick. “What did I tell you about calling me a whore?”
The idiot is as cool as a snowflake during winter. “Answer the question and I’ll decide if I need to apologize or if it fits the label when one uses their body as part of the job.”
“I wasn’t prepared for the chemistry between us,” I grumble. “The job was as simple as moving in next door and keeping an eye out. Make contact and be neighborly. You’re the one who ended up on my doorstep. When I mentioned to my supervisor that you were with me that night, she ordered me to go visit you at the clubhouse. Giving myself to you had nothing to do with my job and everything to do with the way my body responded to yours. No fucking way would I’ve let you touch me. I wasn’t prepared for you…or the way you affected me…I guess.”
