Bjorn: Teutonic Knights MC (32 page)

“Peyton Haase…” he said quietly. “Will you marry me?”

He held her hand, watching her eyes as they overflowed and tears began to crawl down her cheeks. She wanted to say yes, but she couldn’t speak, so she nodded then threw herself into his arms as the Knights began to clap and cheer.

THE END

BONUS BOOK – CAPTURED

CHAPTER 1

"I'm in," Melissa spoke in a voice that was barely audible through the microphone hidden in her clothing. "But the damn door is locked! What the hell am I supposed to do? How do I get the fuck out of here?"

She crouched into the corner of the closet and waited patiently for an answer. Not that patient was a word that anyone ever used to describe her. But sometimes, you had to improvise and given her current location and situation, she didn't have the ability to hurry the process.

"Hang on Fuller," Andy's voice crackled in her ear. "We're working on that," he finished.

"Want to work just a wee bit faster guys?" Her irritation came through quickly and clearly in her voice.

"Yes ma’am," Andy answered.

She could hear voices above her. Mostly likely those of her targets. Which meant she needed to get the fuck out of this closet. She hated relying on other people, especially ones she didn't know all that well.

Melissa had only been in the Vegas office for a little over two months. She'd transferred to escape the frigid cold of not only New Jersey, but also her very recent divorce. Vegas had been hounding her to come their way for about a year. The heat and change of scenery suddenly became a hell of a lot more appealing.

Although her reputation as a top ATF agent in Jersey had preceded her, the guys here still didn't like being told what to do by a chick. It wasn't unusual. It'd taken her years to earn the respect of the boys in her old office. She'd had to put up with a lot of stupid shit for a long time.

That was her biggest issue with the transfer. She was not willing to sink back to the bottom of the totem pole just because she was new. She'd taken down some of the biggest criminals in both Jersey and New York and she'd be damned if she was going to cower to a bunch of masochistic guys that got their boxer briefs in a bunch at her authority.

Yet as she cowered in the corner of a basement closet she had no choice but to wait on her next move. She fucking hated stings where she had no control. She hated anything where she had no control.

"Today, Wallaby!" snapping in a whisper seemed futile, but she couldn't help it.

"Uh," Andy stuttered for a minute before he could find his voice, "sorry ma’am, err, uh, Agent Fuller. We’re trying," he managed to get out.

"Trying?" she placed emphasis on the word as she said it. "I'm inside the house, ready to go, and you’re fucking trying?"

Melissa had to calm down. Take a few breaths. She was going to scream in a minute, but she couldn't. Why the hell hadn't she gone with the original idea? Seduce the guy. Get inside that way. Not by sneaking in some ancient fucking escape route.

Oh yea, she thought to herself. Because fucking some guy to catch his criminal activity didn't seem very appealing.

"At least then I wouldn't be trapped in a closet," she said aloud.

"What's that?" Andy asked

"Find my fucking way out of the closet, Wallaby," she answered. "Now!"

The voices above her were loud enough to be heard, but not clear enough to make out the words. She knew damn well what was going on though. She didn't need the confession.

Just above her head sat the Nomad Devils, or at least a good portion of them. Most definitely sitting among them would be Asher Hudson. He was not only the leading pretty boy in Vegas, and most eligible bachelor; he was also the one who ran the whole show.

Melissa had set her sights on the Nomads long before she arrived in Vegas. They were affiliates of the Kings, a group she'd taken down the year before. If she were honest with anyone, including herself, she'd admit that the Nomads were half of her reasoning for the move.

Both the Nomads and the Kings were well-known and highly feared motorcycle clubs. There was a long list of these clubs throughout the country, and if Fuller had her way she would take each of them down. There was no place in the world for groups of hardened criminals traveling around and controlling communities through crime and fear.

She'd decided on the Nomads because she'd learned in her work that they ranked in the top. Not just in Vegas, but across the country. Hudson ran one of the absolute worst clubs she'd ever learned about, was involved in the majority of Nevada crime and had never seen a day of trouble in his life.

Instead, he lived a lavish life of luxury. Hell, the closet she was currently stuck in was nicer than her own fucking bedroom. But as she knelt underneath a rack of clothes he'd probably never even worn, she vowed that she would be the one to make him pay for all of the trouble he'd caused.

"Wallaby!" she snapped again. "This isn't getting any better."

"Fuller," the voice had changed and that was never a good sign. "It's Logan," he spoke as if she didn't know the sound of his arrogant and cocky voice.

"I'm not up for a chat, Logan," she snapped. "How the fuck do I get out of here?"

"We aren't sure yet," he answered honestly. "This wasn't in the plans we were given."

"So you weren't better prepared is what you’re saying?" she was getting angrier by the minute.

"We had the plans. You were entering an open closet that would give you access to the downstairs. Then you were going to take the...." he was in the process of explaining the plan she already knew.

"I know damn well what the plan was going to be, Logan," Melissa could barely tolerate him in good circumstances and she was far from anything positive at the moment. "But obviously the whole thing’s gone tits up. So what now?"

"Sit tight while we try to find out how to open the hatch," he replied. "We’re doing our best."

"Fucking do better," she replied and went back to deep breathing.

The plan had seemed simple enough. She would come through the underground escape, sneak up into the closet, enter the basement and then make her way along their recommended passage through the house. Her goal was to catch the club in their secret meeting about an upcoming crime. One involving massive loads of weapons and drugs.

None of them, her included, had bothered to make sure the plans they had for the house were still valid. She had assumed that Logan had taken care of that. They also had not made a backup plan. Fuller never fucked up, so she hadn't felt the need. Until she sat beneath suits that cost more than her car, the fact that the route she took in didn't open from inside the house hadn't been an issue.

She felt anger. Most in her situation would be afraid. There were a group of hardcore thugs just above her discussing an impeding trade of massive weapons for dangerous drugs with the Mexican drug cartel. She was trapped inside the house on a mission to take them down. Yet instead of worrying for her safety, she was planning on being a threat to Logan's.

"Fuller," Logan’s condescending tone came through again. "We could have gone the easier route. The guaranteed route. Don't be knocking on our guys for the information being wrong. It wasn't wrong when they acquired it."

She knew why Logan was being an asshole. He'd been the one to propose that she seduce Hudson. He was well known around town for his good looks and indescribable charm. He used it often. Apparently a couple dimples and boyish features took away from the skin full of tattoos adorned in leather and absolutely disgusting criminal activity.

Every time Asher was on the table for something, he got a woman. Judge. Cops. He always got women to deal with. And they swooned and stuttered and gave him every fucking thing he wanted.

Logan had been of the belief that she could take advantage of that knowledge. Apparently Hudson had been checking around town about her. He'd heard of her and knew that she was on a mission to take him out was her guess. But Logan thought it was a great opportunity. She'd play along, get the goods and knock him on his ass. Because, according to her partner and current nemesis, no one expected her to be cold and absolutely void of any desire for men.

Asshole.

She'd decided she wanted to do it the same way they would. She had to show these guys that she wasn't going to use her body or feminine roots to get her goals. They had to respect her like they did each other. And Logan had to quit trying to get her to see him outside of work. So here she sat, locked in the closet of a well-known criminal while members from the roughest drug cartel in the world were just feet away. She silently wished she'd done it Logan's way. Even though the concept repulsed her.

"We're almost there Fuller," Andy was back. "Logan has someone on the phone with answers now."

Relief washed over her. She was about to at least get out of here. She'd much rather abort a mission than fail completely. It wasn't in her nature.

"About damn time," she couldn't appear grateful or afraid. "I'm ready for a new view."

"It'll just be a sec," He replied. "What?" he spoke and she was certain he wasn't talking to her. "Okay," his voice was quieter into her ear which led her to believe he was moving the mike. "Fuller, I'm going to go do something for Logan for just a sec. Hang tight and one of us will be right back."

"You're going to leave me with no communication?" she was livid at the idea. "No wonder you guys can't accomplish a goddamn thing."

"It'll only be a sec," Andy spoke. "Promise."

She heard the mike hit the desk at the same time she heard the click above her head. It was in that moment that she wanted to scream, but knew that would get her killed. So she hardened her jawline, tightened her eyes and looked up into the barrel of a .45.

"Well lookie here, Mikey," the very large man holding the weapon spoke to someone she couldn't see. "We have a visitor."

He smiled at Melissa and she refused to return the gesture.

"Asher’s gonna be pissed," she heard a voice with a distinct southern accent reply.

"I don't know about that," the first thug spoke again.

He reached down, grabbed her arm, and lifted her to her feet. She still couldn't see the other guy to determine what her chances might be in this situation. That meant she had to play it cool.

"Hmmm," the southern thug muttered. "You're right. Asher might actually like this guest."

Both guys laughed as the first one grabbed Melissa’s wrists and began tying them behind her back with some rope. Another set of hands, she presumed from the southern boy, reached up and yanked the earpiece out that she was wearing. The first tried to search the trim of her shirt for the mike, but couldn't seem to find it.

"Oh well," he spat as he ripped the buttons apart on her blouse and tore the shirt from her body. "Sorry sweetheart, had to get rid of that mike." The grin grew wider. "But nice tits."

Melissa stood in front of the men, topless except for white bra she wore, and refused to flinch.

She felt the fabric touch her eyelids as it wrapped around her head and blinded her.

"At least we know what to get him for his birthday," the southern boy laughed as she felt a piece of cloth being shoved into her mouth.