Serial Novel: The Biker's Wench, Chapter 40
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The Biker's Wench
Chapter 40
Monica thought she'd made a mistake when the bodyguard just kept walking, ignoring her question. Maybe this wasn't the undercover agent after all, though Harley had seemed certain. Perhaps she'd just played her part too well. But if this wasn't the guy, she couldn't afford to have him running back to her father with the news that he was being set up. She decided to try a different approach. It was risky, but they were almost to the mansion and she was running out of time.
"So, Mr. Tough Guy..." she weaved a little, bumping him with her shoulder. "Hypothetically speaking, what's the biggest thing my dad has to watch out for so he doesn't get caught doing...well, you know. What he does."
He glanced at her, his eyes calculating. She met his gaze straight on, hoping he wouldn't think she was trying to trap him. Or if he did, that he'd play along anyway to prove his loyalty.
"Your husband told you to ask me that?"
They'd reached the front steps of the mansion, and she led him inside. She didn't answer until they were safely in the elevator going down. Deciding to play her hand and risk it all, she turned to face the bodyguard.
"He said you were undercover," she finally replied, dropping all pretense of intoxication. "We know he's smuggling children, babies mostly. What we don't know is what you need to lock him away for life."
Thick tension filled the small space as he stared at her with narrowed eyes, and for a long moment she thought she'd made a colossal mistake. The elevator doors opened, and she moved to exit, but he stepped around her to block her path. Her heart pounded as she backed away, stopping only when her shoulders pressed into the far wall of the car.
"Why would you set your own father up," he asked, dropping one hand to into the opposite side of his suit jacket.
Monica swallowed hard. "He's not my father," she said, noting surprise on the man's face. "According to what he told me last night, I was his first...purchase."
The hand she'd assumed was reaching for a gun reappeared with a cell phone instead. She let out the breath she'd been holding, relieved that she wasn't going to be shot. At least for now. He dialed a number, his eyes glancing from her to the floor and back again as he waited.
"Mr. Burns?"
Monica felt her stomach drop as he spoke. Oh God. Harley was still at the bar. What would they do to him for her disloyalty?
"This is Daniels. Your daughter is safe at home. I'll be back shortly." He nodded, then disconnected the call, stowing the phone back in his pocket. He gestured her Monica to follow him. "That will buy us a few minutes. Show me where you live."
Monica nodded, fear and anger battling in her head. She led the way down the hall and unlocked the door to the suite, then locked it behind them. "Please, just tell me," she said as she turned to face him. "Whatever you need, we'll get. Anything to put him behind bars for good." And out of my life.
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The Biker's Wench
Chapter 40
Monica thought she'd made a mistake when the bodyguard just kept walking, ignoring her question. Maybe this wasn't the undercover agent after all, though Harley had seemed certain. Perhaps she'd just played her part too well. But if this wasn't the guy, she couldn't afford to have him running back to her father with the news that he was being set up. She decided to try a different approach. It was risky, but they were almost to the mansion and she was running out of time.
"So, Mr. Tough Guy..." she weaved a little, bumping him with her shoulder. "Hypothetically speaking, what's the biggest thing my dad has to watch out for so he doesn't get caught doing...well, you know. What he does."
He glanced at her, his eyes calculating. She met his gaze straight on, hoping he wouldn't think she was trying to trap him. Or if he did, that he'd play along anyway to prove his loyalty.
"Your husband told you to ask me that?"
They'd reached the front steps of the mansion, and she led him inside. She didn't answer until they were safely in the elevator going down. Deciding to play her hand and risk it all, she turned to face the bodyguard.
"He said you were undercover," she finally replied, dropping all pretense of intoxication. "We know he's smuggling children, babies mostly. What we don't know is what you need to lock him away for life."
Thick tension filled the small space as he stared at her with narrowed eyes, and for a long moment she thought she'd made a colossal mistake. The elevator doors opened, and she moved to exit, but he stepped around her to block her path. Her heart pounded as she backed away, stopping only when her shoulders pressed into the far wall of the car.
"Why would you set your own father up," he asked, dropping one hand to into the opposite side of his suit jacket.
Monica swallowed hard. "He's not my father," she said, noting surprise on the man's face. "According to what he told me last night, I was his first...purchase."
The hand she'd assumed was reaching for a gun reappeared with a cell phone instead. She let out the breath she'd been holding, relieved that she wasn't going to be shot. At least for now. He dialed a number, his eyes glancing from her to the floor and back again as he waited.
"Mr. Burns?"
Monica felt her stomach drop as he spoke. Oh God. Harley was still at the bar. What would they do to him for her disloyalty?
"This is Daniels. Your daughter is safe at home. I'll be back shortly." He nodded, then disconnected the call, stowing the phone back in his pocket. He gestured her Monica to follow him. "That will buy us a few minutes. Show me where you live."
Monica nodded, fear and anger battling in her head. She led the way down the hall and unlocked the door to the suite, then locked it behind them. "Please, just tell me," she said as she turned to face him. "Whatever you need, we'll get. Anything to put him behind bars for good." And out of my life.
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