“I think she’s a sexy and smart FBI agent who is now in the crosshairs because of me. You gonna tell me that I’m wrong?”
“Agnes can handle threats. She’s not going to turn and run just because some jerks are after her. She took out the attacker tonight without breaking a sweat.”
Now uncertainty stirred within Cass. “You’re saying you don’t think she’ll go undercover and follow my rules?”
“Oh, she’ll go undercover. It’s what she’s been waiting for.” Definite disgruntlement. “But she needs to fully explain what you’re getting into.”
He didn’t like the sound of that. “We’ll have to stage a public scene,” Cass mused. “Word has to spread that she’s separating from the Feds. When you pick a side, everyone has to know.”
A quick knock rapped on the door. Then it swung open.
Agnes ducked her cute head inside. “Hi.” She flashed a slow, broad smile. “Are you done talking about me? Can I now enter the conversation that is about me?”
His gaze got stuck on her smile.
“Agnes.” A long sigh of her name from Gray. “Come inside. Shut the door. Have a seat.” He walked behind his desk and heaved down in his own chair.
Taking her time, Agnes came inside. She softly shut the door. She strolled casually across the small room. Took her seat. Even crossed her legs. One foot swung lazily.
Cass remained standing.
His hands did clench into fists, though. Rage still burned inside of him. She’d been targeted. She could have died before I got to her. He’d forced Bayne to give up Judas. Bayne had called the bastard. After Cass had delivered some brutal punches. And when the phone had been answered, Cass had been surprised as hell to hear Agnes’s voice. Surprised—and relieved.
Agnes tilted her head toward him. “Stop fretting.”
What?
“I didn’t even get a scratch.” She winked at him. “But I did leave a few, new bruises on that perp.”
“You also put a gun to his head, Agnes,” Gray groused. “And your partner had to pull you back.”
She’d done what now?
Her shoulders lifted, then fell. “I wasn’t going to pull the trigger.”
Cass’s gaze sharpened on her.
That left foot of hers kept casually swinging. He thought that might be her only sign of nerves.
“You have a choice to make,” Gray announced.
The hell she did. Her choice had already been made. She was going to belong to Cass. End of story.
“What choice would that be?” Agnes inquired sweetly.
Gray opened his mouth to speak.
“You have to turn your back on the Feds,” Cass said as he took a hard step forward. “Publicly. Very, very clearly. A fuck-you that all can understand. And then you swear allegiance to me. You can’t be a Fed and be mine at the same time. So you choose.”
A little furrow appeared between her brows as she glanced over at Gray.
“Undercover mission,” Gray said.
Her hands gripped the armrests on either side of her. Hard. As if…as if she was trying to keep herself from jumping out of the chair. That bright, bright blue gaze of hers swung right back to Cass. “You’re undercover.”
He didn’t say a word.
“You’re undercover. You’re not an MC leader?—”
