Page 8 of Deserving Maddie

"The outskirts of a small town, so there were no surveillance cameras. The car that hit him had the license plate removed and tinted windows, so no one got a good look at the driver."

"That's a hell of a lot of coincidences. If I were trying to overthrow a current president and take over the MC, that's exactly how I would've pulled it off. Made sure I was on the ride, so no one looked at me."

His boss was right.

"That's exactly what the vice president said, but the detectives said they couldn't arrest someone just because they had beef. They needed some evidence. Unfortunately, that's been hard to come by and now the MC has their hands in some dirty shit."

"How dirty?" Wes barked out.

His boss was going to hate the things he learned.

"Drugs. Human trafficking. Sex trafficking. Gun trafficking. Prostitution."

"Jesus Christ," Wes snapped. "They managed to get their hands in all that after only eight months?"

"My guess is," Ray started, "Wraith, that's the new president's name, by the way, had his hands in some of that already while he figured out how to dispose of his predecessor. With him out of the way, he was able to slide everything in. Another thing the old vice president mentioned was that in the months leading up to the charity ride that his friend died on, there was an influx in new members and a shift in rank."

"Slowly taking over," Panther added.

"That's my assumption."

"So there's a reason for my wife to be worried."

"Absolutely. If this Wraith guy is even half as bad as I think he is, then there's a good chance the prospect's threat should be taken seriously. I highly doubt the new president is going to care about one woman. In his eyes, he'll just see someone he can make money off of."

Ray hated human and sex trafficking. He was glad when Bravo Team took down King, one of the largest ring leaders. They were often still called out to handle traffickers, but no one had moved to take over King's operation since they’d crippled it.

"Up the security on the safe houses. Make sure Trista and Ember know the plan," Wes ordered. "They aren't going to particularly like it since they prefer to keep men at a minimum, but there's no choice. Be considerate but also visible. I don't want any surprises. This MC doesn't have morals and I don't want them getting within a mile of those houses."

The team agreed and then dispersed, leaving Ray alone once again with his thoughts. His job kept him busy, and yet, for some reason, when he wasn't being grilled by his boss, his brain was focused back on Maddie.

It had been a month since he was inside her, but he could still remember how she tasted on his tongue when she came. And how tight her pussy felt hugging his cock. Ray was getting hard just thinking about it. For the first time, he wanted a second round with a woman. But the way she nearly ran from him the day before had him assuming that wouldn't happen. He would have to settle for the memories of her.

Ray worked late like he did most nights. It was well past dark by the time he finally pulled into his drive and looked at his house.

It was nothing special. A cozy Cape Cod, and one of the first houses he looked at once he realized Texas would be a permanent move after bouncing around the globe for many years.

Putting down roots wasn't something Ray thought he would like. He had actually taken the job with W.J. Protective Services on a per diem basis at first. Just something to fill his time while he looked for something better.

Only nothing better came along and he soon realized he liked working for Wes. He liked working with Bravo Team. The unofficial seventh team member, as Trista liked to call him. He’d found himself a family but slowly those members found their significant others and now he was the lone ranger. The third wheel when he wanted to go out.

With a depressing sigh, he stepped out of his SUV and walked slowly to his front door. He was in no rush to be alone. Checking his surroundings, he felt like someone was watching him. Ray wasn't an operator like the rest of his team. He had no military experience. But that didn't mean Wes allowed him to walk around completely unaware. He trained with the team twice a week and his sixth sense was telling him someone was watching.

There was nothing out of the ordinary on his quiet street, so Ray took one last look around before stepping into his house. Maybe it was just Trista watching from across the street. Ever since their discussion about Maddie walking away first, the damn woman had been hovering more than usual. If he didn't know it was her way of showing she cared, he would've called her out on it.

Ray barely made it to the kitchen when the doorbell rang. Intrigued that someone would actually visit him, he turned back around to check the peephole. He almost fell over when he saw who was standing on his small front porch.

"Maddie?"

He didn't bother to hide his disbelief as he threw the door wide open.

"Would it be okay if I came in?"

Was that a tremble in her voice? Was she okay?

"Yeah, absolutely." He stepped back and motioned for her to join him. When she’d fully stepped into the house, he quickly shut the door and locked it. Unsure what brought her here, he wasn't taking any chances that someone was looking for her.

"I'm sorry to barge in so late. Especially after the way I acted yesterday when I saw you."

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