Page 40 of Sly (Dragon Riders MC 5)
I tried to fight my way out of his grip. “Please, you have to listen to me. Let me get to my phone. I can call him. His name is—”
The agent pulled me outside. “I don’t give a shit who he is. I have my orders. Now, come with me before I arrest you and throw your naked ass in the back of my car. Got it?”
“Tara!”
I peered over the wooden railing and watched three men wrestle Sly into a blacked-out SUV. My heart slammed against my chest with panic as the sheet covering my body began to slip. I clung to it as best as I could as I watched that vehicle drive off with Sly. With the man I loved.
Separating us, despite what we wanted.
“Where are you taking him?” I asked.
The agent tugged me toward the stairs. “Come with me.”
I finally yanked away from him. “I might not be my brother, but I know my rights. And I know you haven’t read me a single one of them. So, if I’m not under arrest, then tell me why on God’s green fucking earth you’ve yanked me and the man I love out of his bed in the middle of the fucking night.”
I glared up at the agent as his eyes darted around, probably trying to get instruction from those around him. But when his eyes met mine, I didn’t like the look behind them.
“You are wanted on charges of conspiracy to commit a crime and a host of other problems,” the agent finally said.
I balked. “You can’t be serious. I’m helping my brother with this undercover mission of his. I helped him infiltrate this crew.”
“So, you're telling me that sleeping with one of the guys was part of your unofficial cover?”
“So, you’re telling me that you’re arresting me on bogus charges because I was naked in his bed?”
The agent chuckled. “You can either come with me willingly, or I can put you in cuffs. And I’m telling you, you don’t want me to put you in cuffs.”
“Then, why did you put Sly in cuffs?”
He gripped my arm again. “Come with me.”
“Answer my question!”
The man spun around on me. “Shut your fucking mouth and come with me or so help me God I’ll haul your brother into that interrogation room and let him do the honors. Got it?”
I narrowed my eyes. “Ben was supposed to be in the office tonight.”
The agent took my arm again in his hand. “Come with me, Miss Tara. I won’t ask you again.”
My mind spun with so many problems as the last two agents that busted into Sly’s place guided me toward yet another blacked-out SUV. But even as they placed me in the back, there was something very off about all of this. Even if my brother’s cover had been blown, he would’ve been the one leading the charge, right? I mean, this was his case. His job. The task he had been assigned.
Shouldn’t he have been with these guys as they rushed Sly’s apartment?
Where are you, handsome?
As my eyes fell out the window, I watched aimlessly as the world passed by. I’d never felt more violated or more exposed in all my life, and I wanted this nightmare to end. I had no idea what the hell was coming our way or how to dodge it, but if I had any hope of getting us out of this I had to speak to my brother.
I had to look Ben in the face and ask him some hard fucking questions.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
The agent driving peeked at me through the rearview mirror. “We’re taking you in.”
And as I leaned against the leather seat with Sly’s sheet wrapped tightly around my body, I sent up a silent prayer to any God that might’ve been listening.
Keep us safe, please.
I just hoped it was enough.17SlyI needed a fucking thesaurus.
Not because it helped me in my current predicament, but because I needed a word stronger than “fury.” Because whatever that word was? It rushed through my veins. It ate me from the ground up, leaving nothing in its wake but a bloodthirsty need for revenge. My mind kept twisting and turning when it came to Tara. We had been separated intentionally, but for what purpose, I wasn’t sure. However, if I found out that her goddamn brother had something to do with this?
I’d make sure he never forgot my name.
With my hands cuffed behind my back, I leaned against the seat. I was no stranger to the feeling of cold, hard metal against my wrists. Which was why my fingertips rooted around in my back pockets. With my chest bared to the world and my pants hardly even zipped up, the sharp protrusion stabbed me in my ass cheek. If I could find a way to maneuver that damn thing out of my pocket without the agents seeing me—
