Page 44 of Sly (Dragon Riders MC 5)
I grinned. “Asshat crew of misfits. I like it. What if we helped you take him down?”
He paused. “What?”
“If my guys helped you guys take Skeleton down, would that be enough to relinquish us?”
“Are you trying to cut a deal with me?”
“Yes. Yes, I am. We help you get Skeleton and round up his entire crew and help you assimilate these girls they’ve taken back into society, and I can not only hand over the names and addresses of another bike crew that’s helping them run drugs, but I can give you information we’ve tracked down that pinpoints where Skeleton’s hideouts are, where his next purchases are taking place, and the contractors he pays off to look the other way.”
He narrowed his eyes. “You’ll give us all of that information?”
I held my hand out. “In exchange for giving us our homes back, our bars back, and our lives back. Oh, and Tara. You won’t stop me from seeing Tara. Only she’s going to be able to cut that off.”
His eyes raked up and down my body for a while before he finally shook my hand. Sealing our deal, our fate, and our plan.
“Now, let’s get moving,” Ben said as he dropped my hand, “we don’t have time to waste. We get my sister first, then we deal with everything else.”
I grinned as I made my way for the door. “Took the words right out of my mouth.”18Tara“State your name and age for the record,” the agent said.
The bright light blinding my eyes made me shiver in the cold, hard, metal seat. I swallowed hard as I tried shielding the light from my eyes, but every time I moved, the sheet slipped lower down my body. It was all I could do to keep from crying and spinning out of control. I just needed to buy myself some time.
But for what, I wasn’t sure.
“Name and age,” the agent said harshly.
“I-I-I—uh, Tara. My brother is Ben, he works with you guys.”
“Age?”
I licked my lips. “Twenty-four.”
“Favorite color?”
I furrowed my brow. “I don’t know. Uh, red? Though, purple’s also kind of nice.”
“Favorite shape?”
He’s getting a read on you. “Does anyone really have a favorite shape?”
The agent chuckled. “What were you doing at Harold Lymen’s place this evening, Miss Tara?”
I blinked. “Who’s place?”
“Mr. Lymen. The man you were found in bed with. What were you doing at his place this evening?”
I snickered. “Oh, he’s going to kill you for telling me that.”
“Is that a threat, Miss Tara?”
I shook my head. “No, it’s not. But I’m pretty sure Sly goes to great lengths to make sure people don’t know his name is ‘Harold.’”
“Miss Tara, I really need you to take this interview—”
The door behind me burst open and it made me shriek. I jumped up to my feet and spun around, clutching my sheet tightly against my body. Someone gripped my arm to prevent me from running and I wanted to jam my knee into the cock of the man that thought he had a right to touch me.
But the agent at the door kept his eyes on me the entire time.
“Your brother’s here to get you,” the man said.
I wrenched my arm away. “Thanks. And while I appreciate your hospitality, maybe don’t ever do it again. Yeah?”
I looked up into the face of the agent that had put his hands on me all fucking evening, and he didn’t look too pleased about Ben being here to get me. Still, when my brother stepped into the room, I could have kissed the man. He took one look at me before holding a plastic bag out toward me, and I could tell by the protruding flats that he had brought me clothes.
Wait, how did he know I didn’t have clothes?
Sly.
Holy shit, he was with Sly.
“Come on, Tara. There’s a bathroom down the hall that you can change in,” Ben said.
I smiled with relief. “Thank you.”
I walked up to him and kissed his cheek softly before taking the bag of clothes from him.
“Really,” I whispered, “thank you so much.”
He kissed my cheek, but his lips stayed close to my ear. “Make it quick. Something about this is all wrong.”
He ushered me out of the interrogation room, and I felt all eyes on us as we walked down the hallway. Ben showed me to the bathroom where I quickly changed into my clothes with him keeping watch at the door. Then, we made our way out of a brick building that looked more like a worn-down old house than some nice and clean federal agent office.
“Where are we?” I asked.
He opened the SUV side door for me. “An unmarked interrogation location. You never should’ve made it here. Get in; we have to get out of here.”
“Why am I sitting in the back?”
Sly’s voice emerged from the darkness. “Figured you want to cuddle.”
