Chapter 4
Petra Thomas was boredout of her mind as she sat at her desk in her office writing up reports from her recent undercover work.For almost three years she had worked as an undercover agent for the ATF in a notorious biker gang known to traffic guns, drugs, and even women and children.Every single day in that club, it took sheer willpower not to pull her gun or badge and blow the fuckers away for what she had seen and heard first hand.That’s why she was sitting in this boring ass office now, writing down what had occurred.
When the raid happened, the first thing she did was not resist, and she had been arrested along with everyone else.After four days of sitting in a jail cell with the other women, and it was safe to do so, she had been released and immediately whisked away in the dead of night to where she currently sat.Bored as all hell.She missed riding the motorcycle, the air in her face, the freedom of the road.With a gigantic sigh, she picked up her pen and got back to work.
As she continued to write her reports, her mind kept going back to one particular biker in the club she had infiltrated.He had started out as a prospect, but quickly made it through the ranks to a full patch member in two years.His club name was Psycho, and she had fallen for him.
Petra shook her head and mentally berated herself for falling for someone that was so bad that he would never be seeing the light of day ever again.If the club members didn’t stay in jail with the charges of trafficking against them, then there were enough RICO charges to keep them locked up for the rest of their lives.She shook her head again, and picked up her pen to try and finish her reports.It had been eight months since she returned to her office and it was driving her crazy not being out there with her knees to the breeze.While she had been undercover, she had added to her tattoos she already had, and now she sported a full sleeve on her right arm, and she had an intricate vine with flowers encompassing her entire left leg from ankle to hip.She was proud of it.Unfortunately, she has to keep them covered while in the office.
At six o’clock that night, she tossed her pen on the top report and sighed heavily, while raising her arms above her head and blowing out a frustrated breath.She had finally finished them and all she had to do now was make four copies of them and turn them into her supervisor.Technically, she only needed to make two, but she learned a long time ago to cover her ass.She will make the two extra copies to have as a safeguard.She refused to allow her supervisors to run rough shod over her ever again by saying she had failed to turn in any reports.She even made sure to use the feature on the copier that would put the time and date on each page as to when it had been copied.
By seven-thirty, she had made her copies, placed the one copy each on the desks of her supervisors, placed one copy in the false bottom of her desk, and packed the other one in her briefcase to take home and put in her safe at home.
She nodded to the security guard at the desk in the lobby, signed out, and went out to her car.On the way to the parking lot, she heard a bike in the distance, stopped, closed her eyes, and listened as it roared down the street.With a heavy sigh, she entered her car, started it, and headed home.At home, the first thing she did was put the report in her floor safe beneath her desk, then went to her room to grab some clothes and head to the shower.
Forty minutes later, dressed in shorts and an oversized tee shirt that she had ‘borrowed’ from Psycho, but never returned, she entered her kitchen, opened the refrigerator and wrinkled her nose at how empty it was.She grabbed her phone and quickly ordered takeout from the local Chinese restaurant two blocks over.As she waited for her meal to arrive, she got out her favorite bottle of wine, and poured herself half a glass.She stood looking out the windows at the city, feeling alone for the first time in a long, long time.No matter how many times she told herself to stop thinking about Psycho, his image always popped into her mind, most of the time during an important meeting or when she least expected it.She knew she would never see him again because he had been arrested with the rest of the patch holders from the club she had infiltrated to gather information against them.
She jerked at the knock at her door, and looked at the clock as she hurried to the door, expecting her food.Instead of looking through the peephole, she whipped open the door and stood there in shock.She almost dropped her wine glass, but the man standing there reached out and took it from her all the while juggling the pizza box he held.
“Psycho,” she whispered.It took about five seconds for her to realize what was happening.“How did you find me?When did you get out?I thought the charges against you would keep you locked up for the rest of your life?Are the others out?How did you find me?”
“May I come in?”he asked softly.“I come in peace and with an explanation, as well as a proposition.”
Before Petra could answer, the delivery guy for the Chinese she had ordered arrived, and she gave him the tip she had placed next to the door, then with the bag in her hand, she sighed heavily, stepped back, and allowed Psycho to enter her apartment.They gravitated toward the kitchen and placed both of their food purchases on the counter.Instead of saying anything, Petra automatically got them plates and silverware, and poured more wine into her glass and looked at Psycho with a raised brow.At his nod, she got him a glass and they finally settled at the table with food and drink.She made sure the wine bottle was close at hand, she had a feeling she would need it for its contents, or as a weapon until she could get to the weapon locked in her gun safe in her bedroom.
Neither of them spoke until Psycho had finished at least two slices of pizza, and half of her meal was gone.
“I’m not who you think I am,” Psycho said as he settled back with the wine glass in his hands.
“Oh?”
“What would you say if I told you my handlers are Paul Flynn and Duane Kessler?”
“I’d call you a fucking liar because they are from two different agencies, not one.”
“Fair enough,” he said and leaned back, but moved his hands slowly as he pulled out a slim black wallet from his back pocket and placed it on the table.When she didn’t take it, he spoke, “Flynn owed me from a case I worked for him years ago in my home state.I mean he owed me big.”He used his hands to spread them as wide as they could go.
