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“Please, I have a stash of nighty-night drugs in my back pocket. All I gotta do is slip one in his drink, and he’ll have such sensual dreams, he won’t remember what happened.” Mandi flashed her a bright smile—the fake one she’d practiced on their way to Colorado—and led the Cutthroat member toward the back of the bar. It was the one place Nikita never wanted to visit if she could help it.
Like that’ll happen.She swallowed another shot of tequila and stood. The room wobbled slightly, and she cursed herself for drinking. Escaping the bar before a biker grabbed her, Nikita hurried to the dollhouse and locked the door to her tiny room.
Falling face-first into the bedding that reeked of cigarette smoke, she sighed. Never in her wildest dreams had she guessed she would see Tucker Dorous.No, he’s Kevlar.She rolled over and stared at the yellow-stained ceiling. He’d always been trouble, that much her parents said when she’d mentioned him in college. They’d refused to meet him, each stating it’d never work. Back then he was just in the military.
A repetitive thumping of the headboard in the room next door didn’t bug her, but the faux moans made her frown. It was clear what they were getting into when they agreed to go undercover as Cutthroat dolls. The reality was much worse than she imagined.
Reaching under the mattress, she found her FBI burner phone. It couldn’t be traced even if a Cutthroat caught her with it. Sending a quick coded message to the Denver office, she shut it down after receiving the scheduled response.
A whiff of fresh cigarette smoke made it to her, how she wasn’t sure, but she guessed the crack beneath the door let in the odor. For a brief moment, it reminded her of Kevlar. Not Tucker. He hadn’t smoked when they were together. But tonight, the odor was evident on his leather cut.
Rubbing her lips together, she wondered what else he did differently.Definitely not sex.She blushed despite herself.He can’t get any better.Back then, she’d only had two other men to compare him to. Still, she doubted the bad boy had honed his sexual prowess any more.
Seeing him excavated memories she’d buried deep. They all included her father. As badly as she wanted to tell Kevlar why she never showed up, the marshals hadn’t let her. Once she and her mother were settled three months after they’d left, she’d dialed him but hung up before she could speak.
The wound from leaving New York had scabbed but never fully healed. Not even their closest relatives knew what happened to them after her father was convicted and tossed in prison. To her gratitude, she’d never buckled to visit him. She’d been tempted several times. Mostly when a case kept her up at night because of the connection to Diablos MC. She never gave in. It was her one consolation.
Kevlar’s light-brown sugar-colored eyes swam in her mind. They were the same yet so different than the last time she saw them. They were hardened by the world but also held a hint of devilry. His body had changed, hardened over the years. Even without seeing what lay beneath his jeans and MC cut, she could tell his muscles were sculpted and ready for action. His hair was the same military cut. The shadow of scruff on his jaw and around his lips was new and extremely tempting.
Blowing a raspberry, Nikita shook her head. She couldn’t succumb to Kevlar, no matter how much her hormones demanded it.He’s trouble with a capital T… or is it K now?
The sounds from next door intensified, then dropped into silence. She had to give the man props for lasting as long as he did. She’d seen the girl in the room beside hers. She’d never crossed the sexuality line before, but the blonde with perfectly sized natural breasts and China blue eyes interested even her.
Damn, I need to get laid.She scurried beneath the covers and made a mental note to buy a pair of noise-canceling headphones. If she were going to stay here for a while, she’d need them. Hearing sex sounds day after day would grind down her desire to ever have it again.And that would be a tragedy.Especially with the way Kevlar looked at her.
***
The common eating room for the Greenback Cutthroats dolls left much to be desired. The long picnic-style tables were plastic and almost as cheaply made as the plates and silverware. Taking care of their club whores wasn’t high on the MC’s list of things to do it seemed.
“So, how long you girls been here?”
Nikita glanced up from her plate of runny eggs and well-done sausage. “Just arrived last week.” She nodded to Mandi. “We wanted to try something new.”
“Ha! Don’t try Scuttlebutt. He’ll give you the rash something fierce,” a lanky blonde said across the table.
Nikita did her damnedest to not laugh at the expression on Mandi’s face. “Yeah, don’t worry, we’ll steer clear of that one.” She took a bite of hash browns. “Any new faces around the club lately?”
“Other than you?” A busty redhead walked into the room wearing only a bra and lacy thong. The indecency didn’t faze her, but the toddler following the woman did. Nikita exchanged a glance with Mandi. They’d seen their fair share of MC children, but most were kept out of the club’s main houses. Then again, they were at the dollhouse, not the clubhouse.
She offered a small smile. “Yeah, other than us.”
The redhead plopped onto the bench and the table wobbled. “A few new MC men showed up a few months back. They’ve been back a few times. Stay in the clubhouse basement and speak some fancy language I ain’t ever gonna learn.”
“It’s Spanish, Estelle,” the woman next to Mandi said, sarcasm evident in her words. “And it’s not fancy. It’s common. Just like how you suck dick.”
Estelle narrowed her green eyes. “At least I didn’t get pregnant from banging all the Cutthroats in one night and not knowing who my baby daddy is.”
The room erupted into a bout of name-calling and food splattering on the walls. Nikita choked on her orange juice and ducked before a pancake hit her in the forehead.
“Maybe, you should try to talk to the bikers,” Juliet said under the hum of the room.
The two undercover agents glanced over to where Juliet had suddenly appeared. She was looking worse for the wear but such could be said about most the dolls.
“That won’t get us very far,” Nikita said. “We need to find evidence.”
Juliet’s gaze flicked to the door then back to them. “They have a room in the basement that’s usually got a guard by it. I can take you there and distract them long enough for you to look around.”
Mandi exchanged a glance with Nikita then nodded. They couldn’t stay undercover forever. The sooner they got intel the sooner they could take down the MC.
