Had Megan pulled off the ultimate scheme? Was she some deep cover agent, willing to do anything to catch her criminal or gather information? Was she working for a rival MC?
She couldn’t have been a cop because she’d killed a man in cold blood right in front of me and hadn’t shown a hint of remorse. She’d also shot a man in front of my father and dozens of MC members.
Was Megan even her name? Who was this woman and why was it starting to feel like she’d manipulated my MC and me? She’d gotten so close. The idea of what she knew about us scared me, and I didn’t scare easily.
After I started asking questions about Megan, the rest of my MC started to become nervous about how easily they’d allowed her to manipulate them, so I backed off. I didn’t need to get them excited. They’d go off on a half-cocked witch hunt without knowing the full story.
However, I did feel the need to inform my father since he was the MC’s president. When I pulled him behind closed doors and told him about my speculations that I thought Megan had tricked us, he didn’t hesitate in ordering me to kill her.
Then, he proceeded in cursing for a straight hour. She’d become every combination of words that you could use with the word bitch after she’d been damned to the far reaches of hell. I sat and watched my father as he blew all his gaskets, and every screw that was holding them together. If there was one thing Shark couldn’t stand, it was being made a fool of. I cursed myself for saying anything to my father before I found out the full story behind my speculations.
Me? I was patient enough to figure out the truth. I’d dig until I found the answers or found Megan, whichever came first. The fact that none of us knew who she truly was or where she’d come from other than what she’d divulged to us, vexed me. It proved that I was just as possessed by the glamour she’d used on us as everyone else.
Where the hell had she gone? We didn’t even know where she’d come from. The only thing I believed at this point was that she truly was a writer. She’d written a full manuscript while she was with me, and the writing style matched that of her books that I’d downloaded and read.
Therefore, I believed my only way of tracking down Megan was by her books. I’d read three of them so far and the rough draft of the manuscript she’d written while with me. In the books that I’d read, I noticed that she left her social media contact information in the back for her readers to interact with her. Those contacts might be my only shot at tracking her down.