Page 7 of Love Above Law

The sound of the bathroom door opening pulls me from my thoughts.

"Gotta take a leak," Kai announces as I hear him shuffle in. I'm sharing a hotel room with him while Dean and Kurt are bunked together next door. I wait for Kai to finish. Once I hear the door close, I turn the water off and step out. Grabbing the white hotel towel from the rod, I dry myself off and wrap it around my waist. After brushing my teeth, I throw on some deodorant and cologne, zip my shave bag closed and walk out into the room. Kai is already dressed and sitting on the side of his bed lacing up his boots.

"I'm making a coffee run. You want something?" Kai stands and clips his holster to the side of his waist.

"Yeah, I'll take mine black. Don't bring me any of that sweet shit you drink." Grabbing my duffle bag, I dig out my jeans and a black Henley as he opens the door to leave the hotel room.

"I like my coffee like I like my pussy—strong and sweet," he salutes as the door slowly closes until his smirking face can't be seen anymore. I shake my head and proceed to put my clothes on when my work phone rings. "Taylor."

A gruff voice begins to speak. "Taylor, my names Jake Delane, I was given your number because it seems we both have a mutual interest in Miguel Santino."

"I'm listening." Shifting the phone, I put my shoulder holster on and slip my badge attached to a chain over my head when Kai enters the room followed by Kurt and Dean with coffees in hand. Kai hands me mine.

"I know where he is," this Mr. Delane mentions, and I motion for someone to give me a pen and something to write on. "You see, he's trying to blackmail my club into doing his dirty work for him. The problem is—" I interrupt him at the mention of his club.

"Club? Before we go any further, Mr. Delane, I need you to tell me a little more about yourself."

His throat clears. "My name is Jake Delane. Make sure you're writing all this shit down, so I don't have to repeat myself." My grip tightens around the pen in my hand with his cockiness. "I'm the President of The Kings of Retribution MC—Montana Chapter. Is that enough clarification for you, Agent Taylor," he finishes, and it takes a hell of a lot of self-control to keep my words to myself.

Bikers.

Fanfuckingtastic.

"Tell me, Delane, why would a bunch of bikers want to give up information on a man like Santino?" I ask him and my team steps closer at the mention of the one guy we are here for.

"Because the dirty motherfucker has one of my member's sister. Kidnapped her from Cuba and is using us as his pawns to do his dirty work."

"And what is it he wants from you and your club?"

"To pick up a shipment. And I'm going to go ahead and tell you now, Taylor, I know what kind of man Santino is. I know the bastard sells women. Once you do your research on my club, you'll find we've been on your radar before, but one thing we have never been a part of is human trafficking, and I won't have my men stained by the likes of Santino." His voice rises in volume with anger. I can get behind that. And he's right; we will do some digging into who he and his club are.

"You said you know where to find him?" I question.

"I do, but before I give you intel, I want reassurance that no matter what you and your team dig up on us we won't be touched in the process," Delane states clearly what his demands are.

Like with any negotiation I tell him, "Let me see what I can do, Delane. Is there a number I can reach you at?" I ask since unknown caller is what popped up on my screen.

"Just give me a time slot, and I'll call you," he states.

"Give me twelve hours," I confirm and hand the piece of paper to Dean who immediately starts making phone calls as he opens his laptop.

"You got it." The phone call ends.

"What the fuck?" Kurt waits for answers.

"A group of bikers out of Montana say they know where Santino is and want to hand over a shipment they are being blackmailed to deliver for him."

"What was your impression of this Delane guy?" Kurt pulls a chair out from the small round table sitting by the window and sits.

"He claims he's the club president. Says Santino kidnapped one of his men's sister—from Cuba. That would explain why there's been no sighting of him for the past couple of weeks. He's been out of the country."

"I'm assuming by the look on your face this guy wants something in exchange?" Kai wants to know.

"He doesn't want his club touched by us or any law enforcement in exchange for the information."

Dean looks up from his laptop. "The reason why is because his club has been suspected of running black market small arsenal across state lines into Canada. Other than that, they run legit businesses in a small town called Polson."

"I'm gonna need an answer for him when he calls back, so I need to make a call to our superior." With my phone still in my hand, I call our director. After giving him the rundown, our superior and some others decide to give the MC what they want; assurance that the law won't touch them. I don't like it. For all we know we're making a deal with the same type of low life Santino is. I slide my phone into my back pocket. "We give them what they want," I tell the guys.