Page 46 of Finn (Dirty Misfits MC 6)
Porter cocked his gun before he smirked. “Sounds like a plan to me.”
Brooks slid his jacket off. “Take off your leather cuts, too. We need to look as inconspicuous as possible.”
The guys all did as they were asked and stowed them away in compartments on the backs of their bikes. And after everyone was ready, we made our way down the road and into the parking lot.
Before I slid off the back of Finn’s bike.
“You sure you’re gonna be okay in there? Because I can come in a few minutes behind you and get a booth somewhere so someone can have eyes on you,” he said.
Brooks nodded. “I like that plan, actually. I don’t want you going in there blind.”
I giggled as I slid off the back of Finn’s bike. “Guys, I promise I can handle myself. Plus, I’ll make sure to move us into a booth that sits right next to a window. That way, you guys can keep tabs on me while also guarding the outside of this place.”
Archer cleared his throat. “Let her do this the way she’s comfortable. We called her for a reason.”
I pointed to him. “Thank you.”
He nodded. “Welcome.”
Cole groaned. “Well, get the fuck in there, then. We’re already fifteen minutes late putting this shit together.”
I slowly looked over at him. “I don’t know what crawled up your asshole before you got here, but pull it out. I need you guys focused. This could very well be it.”
Then, Finn pulled a gun from his hip and handed it to me. “I assume you know how to use one of these?”
Our eyes connected and I thought back to the first night I had been here. How I made him dance with the bullets from my own weapon before we ultimately made our way back to the house. A smile slowly crept across my face, causing him to smile. And when his eyes lit up, I felt my heart stop in my chest.
“You know damn good and well I know how to use this,” I said.
Finn handed the gun off to me. “Just conceal it well. We don’t want anyone spooking in there too soon. Especially if this isn’t an ambush.”
I nodded as I tucked the gun into the back hem of my skirt. I pulled a small cardigan out of my purse that I had bunched up in there just for this particular reason and wrapped it around my waist, concealing the weapon without changing anything about my outfit. Plus, the small cardigan worked. The wind was kicking up a bit and chilled me to the bone.
Then, I made my way into the diner.
It wasn’t hard to spot Beth, and I was relieved when I saw her sitting in a booth by a window. The issue was the look on her face. Our eyes connected, but she certainly didn't smile. And believe me, if I was staring into the eyes of the person about to pull me out of this shitty lifestyle, I would’ve been smiling from ear to ear.
She looked nervous, like she was about to vomit in her own lap.
So, I slipped my guard up as I made my way toward her.
“Hey there,” I said with a smile.
I eased myself into the booth seat in front of her, but I didn’t like the way she was looking around. I looked with her, trying to figure out what in the world she was looking at. But, the more nervous she became, the more that gun seemed to press into the small of my back.
I really hope that magazine is loaded.
“Beth?” I asked.
She cleared her throat. “Sorry, sorry. I just--I don’t ever know when I’m being tailed or not. So, I look around a lot.”
I held my hand out for her. “It’s okay, I get it.”
She slipped her hand into mine. “How are you?”
I snickered. “I should be the one asking you that question.”
She sighed. “I’m as okay as I can be, but I’m really, really nervous. What if they find us?”
I shushed her softly. “Just keep the topic of conversation as neutral as possible, okay? And if something happens, I’ll make sure no harm comes to you.”
She blinked back tears. “So, uh, how does this all work?”
I stroked my thumb along the skin of her hand. “I have connections with people who can access the Witness Protection Program. It’s possible that if you give me the information I’m looking for, we can set you up with a temporary identity and put you up somewhere safe until all of this blows over and we can clean up the mess these guys have made out here in the streets.”
Nervousness poured over the poor girl’s face. “And you’re sure that’s something that can happen? I mean, if I start talking?”
I nodded. “I guarantee it.”
Her eyes started darting around again. “So, what exactly do you need from me? What kind of information?”
