Page 100 of Midnight Desire: The Complete Series

My mind was racing – maybe there was still time to stop it –

“When’d you do it?”

“Soon as I found out – little over an hour ago.”

“What did you tell him to do to her?” I raged.

“To get the answers out of her,” Lou said, in a tone of voice that let me know exactly how stupid he thought I was.

“How?!”

“It’s Roach. He’s creative, I’m sure he’ll find a way.”

Roach was one of Lou’s boys, and one of the worst scumbags in the entire club. He’d twice been charged with rape a decade ago, but the charges had been mysteriously dropped after some strong-arming from the old leadership. Besides being a brutal asshole, he was well-known in the MC for two other things: his love of betting on dog fights, and his fascination with knives. He liked to gripe that he never got to use his collection anymore after I became president.

I would have never let him patch in to the Riders, ever – but he was ten years older than me, and joined before I’d even set foot in Richards.

The thought of that fucking degenerate anywhere near Fiona –

“GET HIM ON THE PHONE RIGHT NOW AND CALL HIM OFF!” I yelled.

Lou half-frowned, half-smiled. “What the fuck?! Just how good of a blowjob does that bitch give, anyway?”

“Call him, Lou,” I said, furious.

“She’s a great-looking piece of ass, I’ll give you that, but – ”

I started towards Lou threateningly.

“Hey,” he barked, pointing one finger at me in a Cut that shit out gesture. “Your judgment has gone out the fuckin’ window, Jack.”

“You’re the one siccing that psycho on an innocent – ”

“Innocent my ass. She’s a mole.”

“You have no proof of that!”

“She was lookin’ at that dead stripper – what’s-her-name – in that picture on your wall. Was askin’ all sorts of questions about her, wasn’t she,” Lou said in an insinuating voice.

Alison Levitt.

My stomach turned. I had forgotten all about Fiona’s fascination with that photograph yesterday morning.

“That doesn’t prove anything,” I said, a little less forcefully.

“Hell of another coincidence, though, isn’t it?” Lou smirked.

“She was just jealous – ”

“Which is why she happened to skip over a dozen hotter bitches to focus on just… that… one.”

“It still doesn’t prove – ”

“And now we’ve got the fuckin’ DEA or FBI on our asses. The coincidences just keep piling up. So don’t tell me she’s not a fuckin’ mole.”

“What if she’s not? What if she’s completely innocent?”

Lou shrugged. “So what if she is?”

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