Chapter 6

Two days later

Kirsten Herrington

POV

My sister’s wedding reception was a complete bust. I spent most of the day texting plane girl. She kept texting me facts and I kept trying to find it. I finally found her book two days ago. its really romance and no one has died yet, but I kept on it. It was about a couple meeting in a club they had sex, like really steamy sex. God the way she described it, I couldn’t help myself. I was half chub at the thought of doing that with her. she’s very descriptive and almost leaves nothing to the imagination.

Being back home is different after meeting her. I can’t get her out of my head, we speak every night over the phone, we text the entire day. 

Did I know a lot of facts I didn’t know before knowing her? Yes, did I forget half of the shit she told me? Yes. 

I have not had a chance to talk to Raegan today. My day has been busy, sorting out weapons bust... We’ve been working on this for months and today is finally the day I go under. We’ve been keeping an eye on a local MC for a while now, they’ve been stocking up on illegal weapons and drugs. We only found out a couple of months ago when a fourteen year old heavily pregnant girl walked into a police station to report a gang rape. Everything she explained. God I could not finish reading the report without bile rising up my throat. Just thinking about that being Gaby gave me chills. 

They used the girl as a breeding vessel and there are more girls up there. We’re working with the DEA, FBI and the local sheriff’s office. 

It was an undercover sting op. A joint task force was created just for this. We’re not just going after this one MC club but all of them in the area. 

I am going undercover in the Blood Angels MC. And the FBI are going in the Mad Dogs MC and the DEA was going into the Bad Fury MC. 

I’m dressed in a black jean and a black tee. My black leather jacket on. sitting in a beat down bar where the Blood Angels meet. 

I see them sitting around the bar. I know better than to approach. I keep a low profile. I do not want them to notice me right away. 

"What the fuck?" one of them shouts. 

I tip a sip of my beer, I don’t look up, I look at the chip on the table. 

"You fuckin put your hands on her. Motherfucker" and a fight breaks out.

He continues punching the hell out of his friend like his brothers just watch in amusement. I get up from the table and walk over to the bar. I pay for my tab. I give the guys fighting a side glance before I shake my head and walk past them

"What the fuck you lookin at?" one asks. 

I snort. “A butch of pussies fucking over a cunt" I smile walking away from them.

"The fuck we are." That caught their attention. 

“Come on there’s more than enough pussy to go around and the two of you are fighting over one?” I ask cocking a brow at them.

“This ain’t bout that. And this is club business got nothing to do with you.” The leader says.

"Then don’t have your club business for everyone to see." I tell them shrugging a shoulder walking out of the bar. 

I could feel someone walking behind me. But I did not stop. I got on my custom-made Harley.

"She a beaut." The leader Cash says. 

"Don’t I know it. she is my pride and joy.” I smile. 

I start her up and back out of the parking spot before taking off. 

I knew my plan worked. Going in and asking to be a prospect would have been suspicious for sure. Especially since the Feds have been on their case for months. The reason we are all trying to go undercover. They’ve been good at hiding their loot. 

I stop at the rat infested motel I’m staying at and get off the bike. I walk to my room and take out the book I brought with. I can’t speak to Raegan until this op is over so I brought her book with me. To read when I miss her or think of her. I hope she doesn’t think I have ghosted her. I couldn’t tell her I was going to go dark. I could not risk it or her. 

My mind wonders to the first time we met. 

A chuckle leaves my lips thinking about the first time we met... I think back on...

I shake my head. I hear a knock on my door. I hide the book and open the door.

"I was driving by, and I couldn’t help checking out your sled. Damn she is a fucking beauty. I’m Mike by the way." He says pointing at my Harley.

Michael Graham. Road name Blade. He is the VP for the BAMC. And my in.

I frown. “You stopped and came to my room to tell me this Mike?” I ask him crossing my arms.

He let out a dark chuckle. “Gotta says that sled is a fucking killer.” 

"Fuck off.” I say closing the door. 

He stops me. “Wanna go for a run together. I wanna hear her go.” He says. 

I roll my eyes. “What are we ten? Not interested.” I say kicking his foot out the door and slamming it shut. 

It was a damn process I hated. Sometimes I just wanted to bust in and knock these fuckers out. 

I walk over to the bed and lay down closing my eyes. These sort of things needs patience. Something I did not have a lot of. But it was my job, I always think of my family and many people out there that I am helping, and it calms my nerves.