Troubled Son: Savage Sons MC Romance (27 page)

I looked at Max, letting my eyes wander down her naked body, and I realized that I didn't want the case to end either. I wanted out of the Sons, but I didn't want to walk away from Max. I had never felt that way about a woman before, and it blew my mind that it had happened so quickly with her. I was completely out of my element, and I wasn't sure what to say.

"I don't guess there's a way to take you with me when I vanish, is there?"

Max laughed until she realized that I was serious. "No, there's not. Not only can't I leave with you, but I can't even know where you've gone. If you want to stay safe, you have to completely sever all ties with your current life. No exceptions."

I decided that I'd think it over -- try to find a way around my needing to vanish completely.

"Well, in the meantime, I guess we may as well enjoy the time we have." I bent to kiss her hard, and before I knew it, I was buried deep inside her, forgetting the rest of the world.

Chapter 31

Max

"Y
ou have got to be kidding me." I looked at the clothes that Moses had set out on the chair next to the shower -- the shower in which he'd recently made sure that every inch of me was clean as a whistle. "I'll get arrested if I go out in public in that."

"That was the deal, sweetheart," he said, shaking his head as if he were sorry. "I pick it; you wear it."

"But Moses, I'm not even sure I can walk in these boots, and this bustier with this skirt? I'll be walking around in my underwear."

"And when we get home, I'l gonna take it all off you and fuck you. That's the plan."

"But Moses," I protested, more than a little distracted by his promise to remove my clothing at the end of the evening.

"The only butt is gonna be yours, getting dressed in those clothes. I'll be in the kitchen, waiting for my show."

He walked out of the bedroom, pulling on a clean shirt over his jeans. Goddamn, was he sexy, and as much as I'd put up a fight, I was looking forward to seeing his face when I walked into the room, dressed in my sexy outfit. I'd agreed to wear what he wanted; I might as well enjoy it.

I looked at myself in the mirror when I was dressed, and I couldn't have looked any less like an FBI agent if I'd tried. I'd teased my hair and laid on heavy black eyeliner and bright red lipstick. The black vinyl halter bustier left my back mostly bare and was cut so low that it looked like my breasts could spill out at any moment. The cleavage was astounding, though. I'd used some of the shimmer powder that Moira had given me to dust the tops of my breasts, and it was hard to look anywhere else. The tiny denim skirt that had come from the Harley store sat low on my hips, and barely covered my crotch, exposing just a bit of skin before you got to the boots that came to just above mid-thigh -- skin-tight shiny black vinyl with heels that added four inches to my height, bringing me to just over six feet tall.

I looked all-out, badass sexy. I hoped Moses was ready. I stood up straight, put my shoulders back, as if I didn't feel self conscious about the amount of skin I was showing, and I opened the bedroom door.

"I'm ready to go," I said, as I picked up my backpack to retrieve the two recording devices we would wear to the clubhouse.

"Holy shit. You look good enough to eat. Again," Moses growled as he came up and grabbed me by the waist.

I wiggled my cleavage up toward his face before I pulled away and turned around like a model. "What do you think?"

"I think I'm gonna have to watch you like a hawk, and I think we're not staying very long tonight. I can hardly wait to get you back here and in bed."

"You're gonna have to buy me dinner, first," I told him. "I'm starving."

"My pleasure," he said with a smile on his face.

"Wonder what the girls at the Waffle House would say if I walked in dressed like this," I laughed.

"Oh, I'll take you somewhere a little nicer than the Waffle House."

"Good grief, Moses, I'm not sure anyone else will let me in the door this way."

"I have the perfect place in mind," he told me. "I just need to get some cash."

Moses stood still and stared at me, as if he was thinking something through.

"Max, I want you to come with me," he said. "I'm gonna show you something, just in case."

"In case what?" I asked, puzzled.

"In case something goes wrong."

I followed Moses into his workout room, to a big safe in the corner.

"Now you have to promise not to notify the IRS, but I have a little cash put away for when I have to get out of town."

"How much is 'a little cash?'"

"Well, I've been saving what I make in cash sales from the tattoo shop, and with my cut of the money we have rolling in from the Sons' operations, I've got right about two hundred and fifty thousand."

"You have a quarter of a million dollars in cash?" I asked, absolutely dumbfounded.

"About that, give or take a few thousand."

"In that safe?"

"Well, yeah. I can't just leave it lying around, now can I?"

"It would appear that I'm in the wrong line of work," I said, stunned.

"All things considered, I don't think it's been worth it," Moses said.

He told me the combination and showed me how to open the safe. I noticed several handguns inside along with the massive stacks of cash.

"Wow. I've never seen that much cash all in one place."

"If something goes wrong, if something happens to me, Max, I want you to have it."

I was touched. "First of all, nothing's going to happen to you, and second of all, I can't exactly take a quarter of a million dollars in cash without causing some problems. FBI agents don't earn that kind of money, and they'd certainly notice if I bought a house for cash or a Lamborghini, or something crazy."

"Then hide it, Max."

"I don't want to talk about this anymore. Nothing's going wrong."

"Just in case, Max. We don't have to talk about it anymore. I just wanted you to know it's here and know that you can get your hands on it."

I leaned over and kissed Moses softly. "I guess this means you trust me."

"I guess you're right."

Moses pulled a few bills from the safe, locked it, and we headed back out to the living room.

"Hey," I said just before we left. "I'm gonna go ahead and call Tombley. We're not sure exactly how long we'll be out tonight, and I don't want to have to wait to call him tomorrow."

Moses agreed, and I dialed the number. The call went straight to voicemail, and I decided to go ahead and leave a message with a hint about what I wanted to talk to him about.

"Jeff, It's Max Fisher. Moses got a call this afternoon from someone in Wyoming -- an old friend -- and they told him some crazy stuff about you. Call me when you get a chance, and I'll fill you in." I hung up and looked at Moses. "That sound okay?"

"Perfect. If he's dirty, he'll be terrified and probably have a story prepared. If it sounds too slick, then he's lying. If he really has no idea, then he'll just be curious. You'll know right away if he's hiding something."

"Good. That's exactly what I'm hoping."

We hit a barbecue joint on the way to the club, and though every head turned when I walked in the place, no one said a word. I suspect that Moses had picked a spot where people would recognize and respect his cut and everything it meant.

When we rolled into the clubhouse parking lot, it was full of bikes. Moses had warned me that it would be a wild night, with a big celebration to welcome their brothers from Ft. Collins. I was glad we weren't going to be spending the night there, as I figured that it would be a sloppy drunk fest with hookers all around.

We got off the bike, and I checked the little silver pins I'd put on Moses' cut and on the hem of my skirt. Each of the pins was less than half an inch in diameter, completely unremarkable, and could record eight hours of audio. When I got back to Moses' house, all I'd have to do was plug them into the adapter, connect them to my laptop with a USB cable, and download the data. We'd have legally acquired evidence.

I figured that Moses was far more likely to get relevant and important information since none of the sons or the girls knew me well enough to talk business in front of me, but as time went on, I hoped that I'd be able to get useful recordings as well. As it was, there was a chance that my recordings from the evening could be used to verify statements if background noise became a problem. We were set, and I didn't have any concern about the chances of the recorders being detected.

I could hear Lynyrd Skynyrd playing before Moses even got the door open. The smell of booze, cigarette smoke, and cheap perfume rolled out of the building. I didn't want to go inside, but I didn't have much of a choice. Moses draped his arm over my shoulder, and I realized that I felt more comfortable with him touching me than I had a couple of days ago. The thought of the things we'd done together flooded my mind, and I smiled as I thought about getting him back home that evening.

Nearly tripping as I stepped inside, Moses helped steady me and tried not to laugh.

"I'm not exactly used to stripper shoes," I whispered in his ear as we went in.

I would have kept walking, but Moses held me in place, letting everyone in the room get a good look at us. Who was I kidding? Every eye was on me. I stood still, shoulders back and head high, telling myself not to fidget. Moses finally moved toward the bar, stopping every couple of steps to greet another Son with a hug. He didn't introduce me to everyone, but again -- I figured that etiquette was a little different in a biker's clubhouse than it was at a DC function.

Moses waved at the bartender and held up two fingers, and in short order, one of the girls I hadn't met yet handed us each a Coors Light. I hoped that Moses was planning on nursing the beer, since there was no way I wanted to spend the night.

"Max." Moses grabbed my arm. "This is Jimmy, the President of the Savage Sons in Ft. Collins."

"Nice to meet you," I nodded to him, since I didn't think shaking hands was required.

"Moses, you're a brave man, bringing a hot number in here dressed like that. Even your old lady might have trouble backing the guys down."

Shaking his head, Moses answered. "I got nothing to worry about. She doesn't leave my side."

I figured that my best bet was to keep my mouth shut.

Jimmy stared right at my tits while he talked to Moses. "So what the fuck we gonna do about the Vandals?"

I suspected that Moses was mindful of his wire as he answered. "What's your call? You're on the front lines."

"I don't want to start nothin', but this shit has to end. I need some of the Wyoming territory, and I think we're gonna have to take it."

I wondered if the Sons were always so evasive. I figured that they probably got used to talking around subjects pretty quick -- talking around illegal behavior just in case they were overheard by the wrong person. I realized that it might be harder than I'd thought to get evidence on our recorders.

Moses nodded. "I get that you need more buyers, but we can't just go in guns blazing. We need to find a way to divide up the territory without getting people killed."

I realized that Moses might be the only one who knew about the arsenic-laced meth. I hadn't heard the conversation he'd had with Joker, so I didn't know exactly what he'd told him.

Jimmy didn't look happy. "Moses, you know I love you, and you know I loved your dad, but we gotta move on this. I can't vote with you guys tomorrow, but I'm gonna make sure Joker knows where we stand. I'm gonna sell crank where I wanna sell crank, and those motherfuckers in the Vandals can fuck off. I'll fucking put a bullet in every one of them if I have to."

Wow, I thought. So much for not saying anything incriminating.

Moses looked pissed. "Do what you gotta do, Jimmy, but I'm telling you. We can solve this problem without piling up dead bodies. I know we can."

Jimmy polished off his Budweiser. "Let's leave it for tomorrow. Who's a guy gotta fuck to get a drink around here?"

He leered at me, and Moses laughed as he stepped in between us.

"Not her, my man." He waved one of the girls over. "You take good care of Jimmy, here. He's a guest in our house, and I want you to treat him right, sugar."

The girl draped herself over Jimmy and led him to the bar. Watching the young woman walk away, realizing that she didn't get to choose who she slept with -- that she was nothing but a piece of ass to these guys -- gave me a new resolve. What the Savage Sons did actually hurt people. These weren't victimless crimes, and everyone in the room -- as far as I could tell -- deserved to be in prison.

Joker walked up to us, clearly a little intoxicated. "Moses," he said, as he draped his arms over both our shoulders. "What the hell was that phone call about last night? Why were you asking about who we had delivering our stuff to the girls?"

I looked at Moses, wondering how he'd handle the question. I knew that he wasn't going to want to tell Joker that someone -- probably the Vandals -- had delivered poison meth to Angel and killed one of the Sons' customers. I also knew that Moses would have to tell him at some point. I figured that the Sons would probably have the sense not to rush off in the middle of the night, especially after drinking and God knew what else, but I wouldn't have bet my life on it.