Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 111416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 557(@200wpm)___ 446(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 557(@200wpm)___ 446(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
The plan as of now was to work and live among the DAMC for at least a week, if not two, before reaching out to the Demons. This way they’d seem more established within the club and know the DAMC members better, as well as the businesses. All of that was necessary in case the Demons tested them. One wrong answer could screw them.
It was better to be patient than rush the process. If the Demons caught wind that a task force was on their ass, it could fuck up the whole investigation by making them more paranoid about dealing with anyone new.
The plan as of now was to check in with Crew every couple of days to see what was happening with the rest of the team as far as the wiretaps, surveillance and the rest. The more details they knew about the Demons’ activities, the better for her and Fletch when it came time to approach them.
But right now, she needed to get out of the tight clothes she’d been wearing all day, shed the hot leather cut and catch a few winks. Plus, she could really use a beer after watching everyone else enjoy one or two, or even a half dozen, earlier.
As soon as Fletch parked the Harley at the bottom of the metal stairs, she dismounted and headed up. He caught up with her within seconds and, for some unknown reason, stood closer to her than necessary as she unlocked the apartment door and pushed into the cooler interior.
“Beer?” she asked over her shoulder. She shucked the cut and tossed it on the couch as she headed into the kitchen to her left.
Instead of answering, he followed her in, pausing only long enough to shrug out of his own cut and hang it over the back of a chair at the table.
When she opened the fridge, she became aware of his presence behind her, once again crowding her, and tried to ignore his long arm reaching past her to grab a cold beer, too.
His closeness made every cell in her body stand up and pay attention. This unreasonable and unexpected attraction to him worried her.
They had to live together for who knew how long. They had to act like they loved each other and were intimate with each other, too.
She had hated Frank Russo Sr., as well as his son, her original target. That deep down hatred had made it so much easier to stick with her job. Unlike this undercover assignment where she was worried things might get sticky, and not in a law enforcement way. Especially with how her body reacted whenever Fletch was in close proximity.
She had spent hours with him on the Harley both yesterday and today. Each time she climbed on behind him, he insisted she hang onto him, using the excuse that was what ol’ ladies did when riding with their ol’ men.
She knew he was right. But as soon as she tried it, she immediately regretted it. It would be better if they kept their physical contact with each other to a minimum. Of course, there would be instances where it wouldn’t be possible, but she’d do what she could to be prepared for it beforehand.
Her grabbing his crotch possessively in front of Star had been a spur of the moment reaction. She’d only done it because she figured a possessive ol’ lady would stake her claim quickly and firmly. However, he hadn’t been lying when he said Nova’s minor cat fight with the stripper made him hard.
The evidence had been hard to ignore.
He was attracted to her. She was attracted to him. And that was why she worried.
Also, any attitude she had thrown his way to deter him, he quickly knocked it aside. He didn’t get angry. He didn’t get insulting. He saw it more as a challenge instead of taking it as a personal insult, like so many men did.
While she had always been attracted to strong men, she avoided over-the-top alpha-holes. Most men said they preferred strong, independent women until they dealt with one. Nova was as far from a “yes, dear” type of woman as one could get.
She had played an “obedient” role while undercover with the Russos. Forced to dress to impress, plaster on a smile, make sure she looked good, and say “Yes, dear.” She hated every damn second of it and it had left such a bad taste in her mouth, she still had it to this day.
She didn’t need a man to make her a whole person. She was that on her own, thank you very much. However, that didn’t mean she wouldn’t consider being with a man who’d complement her.
If and when she found her partner in life, she wanted to be an equal. She would need someone just as accomplished as her. Someone who understood her need to be strong. A partner to stand by her side and would bend over backward to defend her right to stand where she did.