Cass just hopped right in front of her. Took up a whole lot of space.
He also had the engine roaring and revving, and the seat vibrated beneath her legs with a rumble that took her by surprise and had Agnes’s hands flying out to curl around Cass’s waist.
“Hold on,” he ordered.
Her fingers fluttered around his waist. Then pressed a little harder. Before they flew off into the night, Agnes realized she should probably explain to him why she’d gone to see him in the first place. Why she’d deliberately worn the sexy outfit and prissed inside the most dangerous bar in town even as she kept her gun stored in her cute purse. “Ah, Cass, about tonight…”
“You’re gonna get exactly what you wanted.”
What she wanted? But she hadn’t told him yet. She hadn’t mentioned the partnership that she was hoping he’d make with the FBI. With her. “I am?”
“Yeah, baby, you are. You are gonna get fucked long and hard by the leader of the Night Strikers.”
Her jaw dropped. She had zero words.
The bike leapt forward, and as it raced through the night, with her body plastered to his, Agnes held on to Cass for dear life.
“The sonofabitch just left.” Rage seethed in the words. “And he’s with some woman. A hot redhead. Called her his.”
The motorcycle was already gone from sight.
“Hell, no, he wasn’t taken out.” His grip tightened on the phone as he slouched in the shadows. The wood of the building behind him pressed into his back. “Cass flattened the jerk in like, two seconds, then he carried out his lady.”
“He carried her out?”
“Uh, yeah.” Hadn’t he just said that?
“In front of everyone?”
Again… “Yeah.”
“And he fucking called her his?”
He nodded. What was the big deal? “Cass hooks up with women all the time. No one stays long with him.” The dude had zero permanency in his life. No connections. No big ties. No weaknesses.
“Follow them.” The order came through the line, loud and clear.
Uh…
The rumble of the motorcycle filled the air, but Cass and the mystery woman were long gone. “That could be a problem.”
“Follow them. Now. I want to know who the woman is. I want to know where she lives. I want to know every single thing about her.”
The goal had been to eliminate Cass. Not to take out some random hookup of his. He didn’t particularly like hurting women. Not his thing at all. As far as following them…
Shit. That’s gonna be impossible. He fired up his ride. A much less impressive motorcycle than Cass’s, second hand, and not very fast.
But he’d do his best. He’d try to find Cass. Find the woman.
And figure out who the hell she was.
Chapter Two
He braked at a red light.
And heard her laughter. Sweet, musical. Utterly delighted.
What. In. The. Hell?
