Page 112 of Savage Reign

“That’s far enough,” Conor said, his voice rough and commanding. I took a small step back, taking Rachel with me, asa familiar-looking man appeared in my line of sight. Liam came up closer to Rachel and me, his face taut.

Despite the two guards staring him down with a look that said they would much rather kill him than talk, the man looked unconcerned. He was also staring directly at me.

“I know you,” I said. “You were at the restaurant the other night.”

My men didn’t say, but I was sure it was the reason for Killian’s angry face right before we left for the barbecue joint.

“Miss,” Liam said quietly beside me.

The man smiled. “And I know you, Ms. Hayes. Let me introduce myself.” He made a move to hold out his hand, but Conor got in his way. The man was smart enough to back away a little, though he still looked unconcerned. “I am Supervisory Special Agent Matthew Jones.”

An FBI agent?

I worked hard to keep my face contained.

“What do you want?” Conor asked, moving until the man wasn’t really in my sight anymore.

“To speak to Ms. Hayes,” Agent Jones answered mildly.

“You have a warrant for that?”

“Gentlemen, there’s no need for a warrant when I was hoping to just have a friendly chat.”

Conor laughed. It wasn’t a nice laugh. “Get a warrant if you want to talk to her, motherfucker. And only when she has a lawyer present. You can leave now.”

Agent Jones ignored Conor and looked around him at me. “Aren’t you a bit curious about the men you’re with?”

He saidmenwith a curl of his lips, which told me exactly where he stood in thinking about my relationship with my men. I narrowed my eyes at him. Who I was in a relationship with was none of his concern.

“You seem to know a lot about me,” I commented. Did he really think he could get me on his side?

“I've done my research. Send your father my regards, won’t you? No one has seen or heard from Daniel Hayes in a while. Isn’t it funny that the president of one of the most notorious MCs would just up and disappear?”

“My father’s a grown man. I don’t concern myself with his business. Sometimes, he would leave for months and not return. It’s not that uncommon,” I replied coolly.

“Then I’m sure he’ll turn up soon.”

I smiled a little. “Maybe.”

“Do you think you can lose the goons and come talk to me?”

I glared at him. Behind me, Liam looked like he was about to grab me should I make the wrong choice. I nearly turned around to scream at him. I wasn't a child, and I wasn’t stupid.

“It’s as Conor said. If you want to talk to me, make it official. Get the paperwork in order, Agent Jones. And I won’t be going anywhere with you without a lawyer. But I have to say, you’re wasting your time. You won’t get anything from me.”

Anger flashed over the agent’s face, and though I wasn’t scared, considering Conor and Liam were close by, there was just something about seeing a man angry that got to me. I took a step back. Liam held me steady. “Are you okay?” he asked quietly.

I could only nod.

“So they got to you, too, huh? What did those brothers do? Dick you down so much, you’d blindly follow them to prison?”

I didn’t really get the chance to react to his rude words.

Liam dropped the bags he was holding, and before I knew it, he was on Agent Jones, pounding him to the pavement. Conor tried to pull his cousin off, but even I could see he wasn’t trying very hard.

A crowd gathered, and suddenly, it was just chaos everywhere, and I didn’t know how to stop it.

Hell.

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