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“I didn’t say that.”

“You don’t have to. If you agreed with Smokey, we wouldn’t be having this conversation. I want to talk to him.”

His nose wrinkled. “Smokey?”

“No. The guy in the box.”

“No can do.”

“Why?”

“You’d be an accomplice or whatever.”

I rolled my eyes. “I already am.”

His eyes fell to the table. Slowly, his eyebrows raised. “Good point.”

“So, can I talk to him?”

“What good’s that going to do?”

“Do you trust me?” I asked.

“Sure as fuck do.”

“Then I need to talk to him before I give an answer.”

“Let’s get this shit washed, then. If we haul ass, we can get there before dark.”

Talking to an ATF agent who was being held captive and was undoubtedly angry, dehydrated, and close to death wasn’t how I planned on spending my evening.

Being the Ol’ Lady of a 1%er was going to be interesting, that was for sure.

Chapter Forty-Two

P-Nut

The storage container was amongst a few dozen others that were stored behind a construction company that a Hells Angel owned.

I unlocked the padlock and paused before I let it fall open. “You sure you want to do this?”

“We’re in this together,” she said. “If you want an answer, I need to talk to him.”

I liked her response. She was in it for the long haul, there was no doubt. To think I had a woman helping me with the decision on what to do with an ATF agent who had the potential to threaten the livelihood of the club spoke volumes of my respect for Joey.

It was a new territory for me, but it felt right.

I pulled the door open.

She peered inside. “It smells better than I expected,” she whispered.

“I wipe the fucker off with Baby Wipes pretty much every day, and he takes baths with that antibacterial pump soap. I might not be a pro, but I damned sure ain’t a novice.”

Agent fucktard was sitting in his chair at the end of the container. With his long growth of beard and unwashed hair, he had somewhat of a mountain man look going on. My guess was that we had 30-45 minutes before sundown, and I hoped whatever Joey had to do could be resolved before then.

“That’s him. He looks like shit but don’t let that fool you.”

“Are we going in together?”