get tired of feeling. Pulling back on the throttle, I ride to the gate and peer up to see Sentinel at his post. He looks down at me and smiles, obviously knowing where I’m going. He nods and opens the gate. Riding out, I hammer down and make my way to meet Hudson. We agreed on a quiet little bar that my cousin owns. It’s out of the way, and the patronage is low so it’s the perfect location for a meet.
Pulling up out the front of Amor, I take off my lid and step inside. Noah’s behind the bar and I smile as I walk in.
“Hey cuz, how’s things?”
“Hey, detective. Nice to see you out and about. How’s undercover life treating you?” Noah asks immediately pouring a beer for me.
Taking a seat at the bar, I smile. “Well, it’s interesting, I’ll give you that.”
He smirks and nods. “So is your friend coming in today?”
I chuckle and nod. “Yes, he is. Will you stop perving on him, please? I find it really quite disturbing.”
“Hey, a man can look can’t he?” Noah replies as I shake my head and roll my eyes.
“You know he’s not gay, right?”
He chuckles. “Oh yeah, I know. He’s definitely not gay… just every gay man’s fantasy.”
Cringing, I stick my tongue out like I’m gagging and he slaps my arm. “Okay, stop, he’ll be coming soon.”
“Especially if I have my way.”
Opening my eyes wide, I start to cough on thin air. “Noah! Stop! Oh, fuck!”
He laughs and hands me my beer. “Only kidding… kinda! Oh, look here’s the hunk-a-spunk now.”
Turning on the stool, I notice Hudson pulling up outside on his Hog. I always find it strange that a cop who deals with bikers rides a motorbike himself. He pulls off his helmet and walks inside Amor striding up to me. I stand up with a smile on my face. It’s good to see him. It’s been a while. We come together in a man hug, embracing each other like old friends do.
“It’s good to see you, buddy,” Hudson says.
“It’s good to see you too, it really is.”
He pulls back from me, strolls over to the bar and takes a stool. He looks up and smiles at Noah, who’s glancing at Hudson with a dazed stare, then he looks back to me. “So that carnage on the highway the other day was caused by bikers, hear about it? Know anything about it?”
Tensing up remembering back to the devastation and mayhem I caused, as I chew on the side of my cheek. “Did everyone come out of that okay?”
Hudson smirks shaking his head and huffs. “The innocent victims were all fine. Their cars, not so much.”
Relaxing my shoulders, I nod and crack my neck from side to side easing my tension. “Good to hear.”
“So… how’s it going?”
I smile. “Smoothly. No one suspects a thing. But honestly… they’re not all bad.”
He jolts his head back and turns his lip up. “You’re crazy thinking that way. You must be getting in too deep. Getting too attached. If you want to win Hannah back, then you need to do the job, bring the club down, and get the hell out of Dodge. You hear what I’m saying?”
Huffing, I choose to ignore him and try changing the subject to him instead. “How are things with Cassie?”
He shakes his head and exhales rubbing his chin. “Not great. She doesn’t get that we’re over… for good . We have been for a year and she’s still trying to fix things.”
“That’s too bad. She really loved you, but she was a clinger that’s for sure.”
Hudson smirks and chuckles. “Yeah, well you think she was a clinger when we were together? You should see her now. Anyway, that’s completely off the topic. You need to keep going, get as much intel as you can and report back to me when you can get out. If you have a gun or drug deal, let us know the drop off location and time, and we can be there to bust them.”
I simply nod, but don’t confirm verbally because I feel guilty for not wanting to turn the Savages in. I’m being pulled in two different directions, and I’m getting serious whiplash.
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