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And right now, I need to be following her. I heard from Slater, the Guardian MC’s Prez, that she’ll be going out on a ride with a newbie, Quinn Fox. I know Quinn. Met her through Royce Higgins—used to be an agent on the Bureau, too, but now Kildare firefighter—last weekend at a party at his house. She’s the best friend of his girlfriend, Hillary. Quinn’s sweet and a little quiet, and I honestly can’t imagine her on a bike, but that’s where she wants to be.

And now I’m going to need to follow them. I’m thinking of my options. How can I make this seem unintentional?

I smile.

Beck.

I’ll get him to go out for a ride and we’ll just “happen” on them.

That’ll work.

No one but Slater knows who I am or why I’m really here. I was a Guardian before this came across my desk, but that doesn’t mean that Slater’s happy with what’s happening. This can make members distrust him and the MC. And that can be really bad for the MC. Trust tops the list of rules. And distrust of anyone police, Bureau, or likewise, tops the list of issues that many of the Guardians have.

If there’s no trust, there’s nothing holding the MC together.

And now that Bree’s ex has started a rival gang in Vegas called the Deviant Crew MC. And they’re living up to their name.

But I have a job to do. And that job has something special attached to it.

Something that’s got the blondest of blonde hair down to her ass, the pinkest of lips spouting sass, and these sage green eyes that seem otherworldly. She’s full of sass, class, and has a deliciously round ass.

I look down at my crotch. “Fuck off.”

It’s time to go to work. She needs to be protected and I need to protect her.

But lying to her isn’t going to end well. It’s bound to end anything we could have had. And that’s a chance I’ll take to make sure she’s safe.

Let’s do this.

I push through the doors and see my man, Arrow, Gia, Prez of the Red Lipstick Crew’s, man, also known as… “Arrow!” I call out.

He raises his head. “What in the hades?”

Funny.

“I need a favor.”

He chuckles. “Anything for my man from the underworld.”

“Let’s ride…” I motion my head.

“Hell to the yeah.” He jumps up and is to the garage door in seconds.

What’s crazy is he doesn’t realize how under shit I am.

Undercover.

Underthe influence of a strong, beautiful woman who has a mark on her back.

And Iunderstand how much shit I’ll be in if I let this go south.

3BREE

The world whipsby us on the ride. Quinn’s still a little cautious and that’s probably smart. The red of her hair is collected into a long fully tail whips behind her like fire. I like to twist mine into my helmet to get that moment where I take off my helmet and my hair unwinds.

Really revs the guys’ engines…and the girls’, too.

Getting cocky out of the gate with a machine that can go 150-plus miles per hour at the top end is the quick way to a hospital visit.Or worse. When the world is going by so fast that you feel like it’s on fast-forward it’s easy to get used to the feeling of getting away from everything in life. But when you slow down you realize all the problems you were trying to outrun are still there.

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