Page 39 of Grimm
When he pulled away, he rested his forehead against mine. “I love you too, Gina.”
He stepped away, and I watched him walk out the door, immediately feeling the loss. But this was a part of the life of being with the president of a motorcycle club. Late-night phone calls and the rare occasion when he went on runs lasting for days with no way to talk. Long, restless nights until he slid into bed next to me. Then and only then could I breathe again.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
GRIMM
When I got the call from Amelia Grace informing me Alana had found the rat, I couldn’t fucking believe it. Never in my wildest dreams did I believe Fiona would be the one feeding information to the Bianchis and the FBI. Or, should I say, Agent Angela Anderson?
First, when her picture had popped up on my screen, I’d thought it was a joke. No way would a club whore be so stupid to go against Sin City. We were feared in Vegas, and the amount of shit they’d seen go down at the clubhouse should have been a deterrent. Then when Alana revealed Fiona was also an FBI plant, the pieces fell into place. The conversation I’d had with River had immediately popped in my head, and I wondered if she was the person he’d overheard the day he died.
The only thing as a club we’d failed to do was vet the women. We vetted prospects like they were damn terrorists but not the women we let have free rein of our clubhouse. To be honest, it never occurred to me we’d need to.
Alana had funneled information to Amelia Grace about who was on the Bianchis’ payroll, and she’d sent us those pictures and videos of the judge. To keep them both safe until things calmed down here in Vegas, I’d ordered Amelia Grace to travel with Alana to Sin City’s Oakland chapter’s clubhouse. I’d already contacted the president, King, to let him know what was happening. Then after I ended the call with Amelia, I’d ordered Fiona, or Angela, to be taken to the chamber for a little chat.
“She said anything yet?” I asked as soon as I crossed the threshold of the chamber.
The chamber was the place where we took all our enemies when we needed to extract information. It was located in the basement of one of our warehouses behind a false wall reinforced with steel. No one could exit or enter without a code, and only officers had the code. We usually never involved women in club affairs, but tonight, Agent Anderson had left us with no choice.
“She asked for you.” Joker chuckled. “She’s under some grand delusion you’re her knight in shining armor, and you’re going to save her.”
I scowled. While she had become clingy a few months prior to me meeting Gina, I never thought too much about it. Sure, she was the only one at the clubhouse I’d touched, but I’d fucked other women besides her. Women who weren’t tied to the club. And she always fucked the other brothers when they asked her. She screwed whoever she wanted, and I couldn’t care less.
However, some of them always tried to tie the brothers down and become Old Ladies, and I’d thought she was attempting to trap me. But brothers never made them housewives. They would always be warm bodies to screw. Nothing more, nothing less.
“Stupid bitch,” I mumbled as I keyed the code into the keypad.
As soon as the light on the pad turned green, I pushed the metal door open, and the smell hit me immediately. Musk, bleach, and the coppery scent of blood filled the open space. In the center of the room sat a nude Fiona, tied to a metal chair, pulling at her restraints with all the club’s officers standing around her. It had been a few months since we’d last had anyone in here. Hopefully, once we were finished with her, it would be a long time before anyone else succumbed to my wrath.
She watched me enter, and her shoulders sagged.
“Told you,” Joker whispered to me.
Her relief caused my anger to rise. This bitch believed I was here to save her from her fate all because I’d let her suck my dick.
“Remove the tape,” I ordered.
I stalked closer and stood in front of her. Shadow yanked the duct tape from her mouth, and she screamed in agony.
“Grimm… please,” she pleaded. Tears rolled down her cheeks. “What’s going on?”
“Let’s not play stupid, Fiona. Or should I call you Angela?”
She winced but quickly masked her face. A mistake. Without telling me who she was, she’d confirmed our information. Fiona Gallagher was no other than Special Agent Angela Anderson.
“My name is Fiona, Grimm. I don’t know any Angela.”
“And you don’t know Alonzo Bianchi, either?” I asked, stepping closer to her. “Drop the act. Tell me, Special Agent, was ratting on Sin City worth your life?”
She took a deep breath. Tears continued to roll down her crimson-stained cheeks, streaking black shit across her flawless alabaster skin.
She dropped her head. “I didn’t have a choice,” she confessed.
I gripped her by the face, digging my fingers in her skin and forcing her to look me in the eyes. “Everyone always has a choice, Agent,” I seethed and then dropped my hand. “What we do with that choice determines our consequences.”
“I didn’t!” She shook her head frantically. “He said he would kill my family!”
“You’re law enforcement. I’m sure your friends at the FBI would’ve helped you. Instead, you decided to rat on my club to the Bianchis and the FBI.”
