by M. N. Forgy
I sigh. I know I have to give them something, but maybe I can give them something without giving them anything.
“He called himself Ricky. I woke up in that house kidnapped by him and Cassie. Shadow and the rest of them rescued me and took me back to the club. Other than that, I don’t remember. I was pretty banged up; I had a slight concussion.” I push the photo back in his direction.
“Is this Cassie?” he asks, pulling another picture out of the folder and laying it on the table. It reveals a strung-out Cassie mugshot.
“Yeah.”
He nods his head.
He pulls out mugshots of Bull, Bobby, Locks, Shadow, Babs, and more.
“What can you tell me about the club,” he asks, still throwing photos on the table.
“Nothing,” I say, looking through the photos; Shadow's in particular.
“Based on your property patch, I would say you're close to Shadow.” He leans back in his chair with a smug look.
I look up at him and then back at the photo of Shadow. His blue eyes pierce mine, even through a photograph.
“Look, I know you want to protect him, but you need to protect yourself. In your situation you’re considered a threat to the club. I want to protect you, but you have to give me something.” He starts picking up the mug shots.
I shrug at his threat.
I know he’s right, but I would rather take my chances in the law of the club than any law this fat-ass and my mother have to offer.
Mr. Mustache growls in frustration.
He pulls out more photos and throws them on the table.
“You want to protect people that do things like this, Miss Lexington?” he asks, pushing the photos toward me.
I gasp at the gruesome pictures. There’s a man with ghostly eyes, his tongue cut out and a bullet hole in his head. Another one shows a woman with her tongue cut out and a bullet wound to the head. I swallow hard.
“Nothing?” he scoffs. “Well, you can sit here and think on it for a while; see if anything comes to mind.” He starts picking up his pictures and folder.
“I don’t know anything,” I shout, smacking the table with my hands. “They don’t tell women anything!” I scream as the door closes behind Mr. Mustache.
What feels like forever later, the door opens and my mother steps in.
I roll my eyes.
“Here’s a sandwich,” she says, plopping it down on the table.
“Thanks,” I say, sounding bitchier than I intend to.
“What are you doing, Danielle?” She sits in the chair across from me.
“If you’re going to preach your 'I’m looking out for you' speech, save it,” I spit back.
“When I met Stevin at the club, we realized we had something in common; Devil's Dust MC. I was suffering because of it and his case was at a dead-end because of it. We hit it off, he realized I was more of an asset than he thought, got me in training and I became an FBI agent. Together, we would bring down the club, but the only way in was through you, sadly.” She leans in, tearing at the empty cup.
“I tried everything to get the information I needed while I was there, but they wouldn’t give me anything.” She starts tapping the table. “When they tried to take us to the safe house, I had to get back to the club, but they were smarter than I thought.” She eyes me, as an awkward silence fills the room.
“Did you know about the drive-by?” I ask.
“No, my men weren’t a part of that.” She smiles, “but hey, it got the job done.”
I bite my lip as my body involuntarily growls at her; I want to kill her. What mother isn’t upset about a gang shooting at her child?
“You realize they will kill you now? Lover Boy will want nothing to do with you,” she says, leaning back tongue-in-cheek.
“Yes, because of you. I’m sure you’re happy, but you’re crazy if you think I’m going anywhere with you.” I sit up and glare at her. “I would rather live on the streets or take my chances with the club; hell, I would rather do time in jail, than to ever have anything more to do with you.” I stand up and lean over the table, my face inches from my mother's.
“Leaving you there was the best thing for the case; if only you would cooperate.” She turns her head and sneers at me.
“Let me put this so you can understand it. I hate you. You're dead to me. Take your case and shove it up your ass.” I smile the fakest smile I can muster and sit back down.
She stands up and walks to the door. “You're wrong, I’m not happy. We didn’t take down the club, but we’ll get them. You continue to refuse to help and you’ll go down with them.” She slams the door, sealing the severed ties.
There have been many friends and supporters along this journey and I want to thank every single one of you; if I leave you out, it is not intentional. Every one of you has been special to me in some way.
I want to thank my husband most of all. He has had to endure temper tantrums, insecurities, loss of meals, and many more hells that come with me being locked away in my writing cave. He has been a huge shoulder to lean on and has constantly encouraged me to go forward with all of this. Plus, he’s been my tech savvy IT guy in all of this. Lots of hugs to my children who hear, “Give mommy five more minutes” a lot. A big thanks to my parents who believed I had it in me to become a writer. A wonderful step-mother that listened to me in the wee hours of the morning on story lines and plots; and, of course, I cannot forget family and friends who have offered their feedback as well. Thank you all!
I want to thank the wonderful authors who have given me tips, and still do so, along the way: K. Bromberg, Pepper Winters, Chantal Fernando, Lili Saint Germain, G.L. Ross, Ker Dukey, Madeline Sheehan, Jodi, Ellen Malpas, Stephanie Logsdon. I want to thank my awesome beta readers for putting up with my disorganization: Tina Williams, Courtney Chebat, Tracy Gumke, Silvia Curry, and more. I want to give a special thanks to the blogs who gave me a chance even knowing this was my first book: Love Between the Sheets, Sizzling pages romance, Feisty Girls Book Blog, The Book Bellas, Kitty Kats Crazy, Sunfully Sexy Book Reviews, Mommy’s A Book Whore, Sassy Divas Book Blog, Books and Beyond Fifty Shades, Kawehi Blogs, and so many more. I want to thank Cover it Designs for my awesome book cover, and a special thanks to Travis Welch for my internal artwork; it rocks! A big thank you to my editor, Belinda Forgy at [email protected]; you really made this book come together!
Thanks again to all of you, this book wouldn’t be where it is today without you all!
M.N. Forgy was raised in Missouri where she still lives with her family. She's a soccer mom by day and a saucy writer by night. M.N. Forgy started writing at a young age but never took it seriously until years later, as a stay-at-home mom, she opened her laptop and started writing again. As a role model for her children, she felt she couldn't live with the "what if" anymore and finally took a chance on her character's story. So, with her glass of wine in hand and a stray Barbie sharing her seat, she continues to create and please her fans.
Goodreads:
https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/8110729.M_N_Forgy
Facebook:
https://www.facebook.com/pages/M-N-Forgy/625362330873655
Twitter:
@M_N_Forgy