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“Yeah,” we’ve worked enough undercover jobs for me to know that this is somehow work-related.

“Any relation to Franklin Hoss?” Shit, that was the name of the person she was just yelling at.

“Why?” I’m not giving any information until I know where this is going.

“Franklin Hoss Jr is the President of the MorningStar MC. His so-called club has been associated with a few of my investigations, but nothing we’ve found has stuck. They claim they’re not one-percenters, and their mother chapter is known to help law enforcement out down in Vegas, but this Reno chapter seems like trouble.” Suddenly, the reason Aspen’s family wouldn’t accept me is crystal clear.

They’re possible criminals.

CHAPTERTHREE

SPARROW

The taxi pulls upoutside Malachi’s house, and the driver taps his fingers on the steering wheel, waiting for me to get out.

“I can’t believe I’m here,” I mumble as I dig through my purse to tip the driver.

“Sorry, is this the wrong address?” The driver turns to look at me, and I smile at the poor kid.

“You have no idea. Thanks.” I pass him the ten-dollar bill and open the door.

I open the gate and make sure it closes behind me.

This is so different from the last time I visited this little cottage. That was purely professional. Foxy had gotten her cone off and chewed open her stitches. I stopped by to clean her up and close her back up. It had been two in the morning, and Malachi had freaked out when he came home to find her covered in blood.

As I approach the door, I can hear her barking at the door.

“Hold on, Foxy,” I call out as I unlock the door and brace myself so I’m not knocked down by the rambunctious German Shepard.

“Calm,” I order as she goes to lick my face.

“You gotta go potty, girl?” I move over and let her rush past me and watch as she does her business and then comes right back inside.

I close and lock the door.

“Hope your daddy has an app for this electronic lock.” I shouldn’t feel as comfortable as I do in this man’s house.

I place my purse on the kitchen counter and slip off my heels.

Foxy comes over and sniffs my feet before licking my toes. I grin at her as I walk over to her food and water bowl. I pick them up and carry them to the sink. I wash them both out and refill the water one.

I set them down as my cell phone lights up.

“Be home soon, Azizam.”

“Did you tell Daddy I’m here?” I ask the dog, who tilts her head to the side with one ear up.

“Well, guess I only have a few minutes to snoop around. Where’s he hiding the good stuff?” Foxy keeps looking at me like I’m crazy, and I smile.

“Bed,” I issue the command, and she moves to a big dog bed in the open living room area.

“That’s not exactly what I meant, but good girl.” I look around properly and go down a small hallway.

I open the first door to find a bathroom. The second door is a gym with one wall made of all mirrors. I grin with dirty ideas as I follow the hall down to one last door.

I push it open, and the smell of Turkish tobacco fills my lungs.

His bed is perfectly made in the center of the massive room. Directly behind it is a set of double doors that are open to show a whirlpool tub with his and her sinks on either side.

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