Calvin had brought in the Feds, attempting to make the MC accountable for Kevin’s death. Instead, he had made himself look like a dumbass, and the Feds had told him to back off. Which was where I had come in again.
“I don’t know what to tell you,” I muttered, keeping my voice low so that, if anyone happened to be within hearing range, they couldn’t have heard me. “I haven’t learned anything new since I talked to you. That was only last night, for fuck’s sake. I am not a miracle worker.”
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re was a pause on Calvin’s end before he sighed in frustration. “Fine. We will talk again tomorrow. By which time, I expect more details. Otherwise, I may find that I can’t afford the experimental treatment Leslie is receiving.”
Every muscle in my body clenched as I fought the urge to explode then and there. It was the same threat each and every time I didn’t have the answers he wanted; forcing me to dig deeper, to come up with something—hell, anything—that would make him happy enough to back off from pulling the plug on the money that went for my mother’s care.
My mother was taking an expensive new drug that was still in the experimental stages, but she was already showing signs of improvement. She had actually known who I was the last time I had driven down to spend an afternoon with her. It had only been for about half an hour before she had completely forgotten that I was her daughter. Nevertheless, just to have that brief time with the old her had been magical.
I hated what I would have to do, what I did every single day that I was still in Creswell Springs. Lie to Colt, to Quinn. Hell, to all of them, really. I still had my job at Paradise City, the strip club owned by Bash Reid and James “Spider” Masterson. Working there, I was able to get the occasional detail about what the MC was up to, but it hadn’t been enough.
When Quinn had been searching for a roommate, I had jumped at the chance, only because I knew she was close to Colt Hannigan. Moving in with her, seeing Colt almost every day, had been a lucky break, giving me a little more insight to the MC and what they were up to lately.
I hadn’t taken into account the fact that I would grow to care about Quinn.
And Colt.
If I let myself, I could have fallen in love with the biker. We were good together, and not just in bed. When I was with him, I felt a peace that I hadn’t felt since my mother had first started getting sick. He could make me smile, make me burn, make me ache, body and soul.
And all I was doing was using him.
I thought Calvin would just hang up, but when I continued to hear him breathing, I gritted my teeth. “Is that all?”
“No. Actually, I have something else for you to do.”
Giggling came from my right, and I turned away from it, moving toward my car. “What?”
“I have been in contact with the local DA. He didn’t help me at all when I tried to get the Feds to deal with the biker gang fuckers.”
I bit my tongue to keep from correcting him that it was motorcycle club, not a damn biker gang, but I restrained myself, finding a more secluded spot so I could deal with my bastard of a father.
“He has had an abrupt change of heart, and I want you to meet with him.”
I tapped my nails on the side of the building at the description of the District Attorney having an “abrupt change of heart.” I could just imagine what Calvin had done to get the man to change his mind about helping him put the MC behind bars. I would have laughed at it, had I not already been dreading this newest job the old man wanted me to do.
How the fuck was I going to meet with this guy without it getting back to my roommate or boyfriend?
“When?” I would work out the how later.
Calvin told me the date and time, and I quickly opened up a new text message to add the number for the DA. I added the guy to my contacts, setting his name as DonnA, just in case someone saw my phone. Fuck, I felt like a spy for the government. Like some CIA agent doing a freaking covert op for the protection of my country.
“Are we done?” I asked once the contact was set up and I had lifted the phone back to my ear.
“I’ll speak to you again tomorrow. I expect new information.”
Before I could say anything, the line went dead.
I dropped the hand holding the phone to my side. “Happy fucking birthday to me,” I muttered under my breath.
Chapter 10
Raider
After riding all night, I was in no mood to deal with any of my brothers’ bullshit the next day, whether it was blood or club. All I wanted to do was go home and sleep for at least twelve hours.
No, what I really wanted to do was knock on Quinn’s door and see if she was okay. Then spend the rest of the day showing her all the ways I knew to make her body melt for me.