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He shook his head. “Nope. That’s about it. Up there, she’s on her own.”

“I still don’t see what we’re doing for her. What’s she paying us for besides a bike ride?”

“Protection and paperwork. He’s got her real passport in his safe, so she needs a new identity. Jake got her a brand-new passport, and you’ll provide transport to a place where she thinks she can start her new life, free of the outraged husband.”

Soren shrugged. It still didn’t make sense. “So, he sheds wives like a duck does water, and you can get her a new passport. Why does she need protection?”

“I guess he has a fragile ego. He doesn’t let women leave him. When he gets tired of them, he dumps them, usually with nothing. If she takes the initiative, he’ll muster his troops to drag her ass home and administer punishment.” Cade sounded blasé about that.

Jake clearly took it more seriously. He looked a little pale. “He’s been arrested a few times for the nasty ways he treats women, all kinds of abuse, but somehow nothing sticks. The girl is scared, but she figures they won’t be looking for a chick on the back of a big machine riding with some ugly-as-shit biker.”

“She tell you all this crap?” He eyed his friend, who had a pretty-boy look to Soren’s mind. He was tall and muscular, but with blond hair and soft blue eyes that looked like they were so fucking sensitive he’d burst into tears at a moment’s notice. If Soren hadn’t worked and bled alongside Jake before, he’d just write him off as a pansy fucker hiding behind his computer. It was one advantage Jake had in their line of work—people expected him to be something completely different than a member of the club.

Cade laughed. “No. You know I plan things carefully, man. I wouldn’t take the word of some panicked broad about the situation. I had some friends in low places confirm this.”

Jake cleared his throat. “That’d be me.”

“That is pretty low, then.” He grinned at Jake before turning his attention back to Cade. “What else do I need to know? Assuming you aren’t just setting me up.”

“That the chick is fucking hot.”

“Smokin’,” Jake agreed, as though he was picturing her right that minute and liked what he saw.

Soren drank his beer. The deal sounded stinko. A girl who had the balls to get in touch with a biker gang with a rep like theirs was no coward. She’d be able to stand up for herself.

But Cade thought it was a legit deal. Jake had confirmed it, so that had to be good enough for him.

And the girl was hot. Since his latest piece, Sally, had run off to be a stripper in Vegas, he hadn’t gotten laid. It had been a week now, and he was horny. A spoiled, upmarket, hot wife would provide some real sport. And he’d have her alone in a situation where she wasn’t going to raise a ruckus.

If she wanted to pretend to be a biker chick, well, he’d make sure she played the role all the way. Yeah, Soren, you’re a vicious asshole.

He shot a speculative glance at Jake, wondering if he’d feel the same way. He and Jake often had similar taste in women, and they’d shared a few times. It had been a while, but he wouldn’t be surprised to learn Jake had the same thoughts. They were practically written on his face.

“So, are you in?” asked Cade.

Soren smiled. “I’m in, Cade. But I want a fake passport too.”

“Why?”

“If this guy is serious, there is no sense in giving him a lead back to the club.”

Cade grinned. “Now that’s why I picked you, Slash. And everyone thinks you just get by on your good looks. Being the boss as well as someone who knows how you work, I guessed that would be needed and ordered one.”

“Fuck you, Cade.” Soren held out his hand for the passport Jake handed him as their leader spoke.

Cade’s phone beeped. He took it out and checked the message. “She’s on her way now. If she’s got the money, and this isn’t some game, I’ll meet you and Jake at the clubhouse in twenty minutes. Pick a few of the guys to take along for support. They can go as far as the border, but you two take her across.”

“We’re doing this now?” He frowned, feeling uneasy enough about the situation that he’d appreciate some time to mull it over and figure out the best strategy first.

“You have a full social calendar?”

Or he could just wing it. Jake clearly knew more about it than he did, so they had the info covered. “Not so you’d notice.”

“Then you might consider leaving before he figures out where she is. Escapes work better that way, in case you hadn’t noticed.”

“Yeah. Makes sense.” He grunted at Cade as rez stood up. Jake remained behind, taking Cade’s seat.

“This Wilson guy is a piece of shit.”

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