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Mandi grabbed hers and tried it on. She looked incredible. Wearing a tight black dress that hit midthigh, she’d attract plenty of attention. Their goal was simple. Extract information from the MC members who visited them during dollhouse hours. Afterward, they’d supply their intel to headquarters and hopefully make a solid connection between the Greenback Cutthroats and Diablos MC. A grainy picture wasn’t enough for her. It wasn’t enough for the FBI either, which was why they were undercover instead of in a surveillance van.The mystery guests must be Diablos.
Nikita tried to pay attention as Juliet explained more club rules, but her mind was elsewhere. It was on their mission. After sending photos of the documents they found in the basement, neither she nor Mandi had heardback from the FBI analysts. She and Mandi poured over the photos for hours, but neither could decipher them. Puzzles were usually Mandi’s forte, but these figures didn’t add up.
Tugging on Nikita’s hand, Juliet brought her back to the present. “Sweetie, you gotta change. Nobody wants a girl in sweats.”
Lowering her eyes to the gray pants, she let out a nervous chuckle. “Sorry, yeah, I’ll put on something sexier.”
The masked party hadn’t been on their radar. Normally, the MC only hosted club-associated events. Since Halloween wasn’t far off, the party made sense, but Nikita guessed something more sinister was at work. Now that they knew guests were in attendance, it became clear.
Once Juliet left, Nikita rifled through the closet, looking for a skimpy outfit.This’ll fit, I bet.
Nikita brought it closer and hoped to God it’d been recently cleaned. The scent of starch met her, and she nodded appreciatively. “They’re either bringing in new players or meeting with a partner.”
“That was my thought too.” Mandi stopped applying eyeliner. “Think it’s Diablos?”
She took the ruby red dress off the hanger. “I hope so. Then we’ll get definitive proof for Boston.”
Undressing fast, she barely got the dress over her wide hips. Food was just as important as exercise, and she had her mother to thank for her hips. “We need to figure out where they’re holding the women so we can intercept. I don’t like the idea of people being held like animals somewhere.”
Looking into the mirror, she tried not to groan. The dress barely covered her nipples, let alone her voluptuous breasts. Another trait her mother passed down to her only child.
“My, oh, my. Don’t you look the part?”
Fluffing her curled black hair, Nikita had to admit she looked damned good. “Gotta love undercover work.” She applied red lipstick to match the dress and finished the rest of the makeup before the party music echoed at the Cutthroat’s cantina next to the dollhouse. The Hispanic motif didn’t fit the town or the club, furthering her suspicions.
“You ready for this?” her partner asked, decked in black from head to toe.
Glancing in the mirror, Nikita looked at the two of them. They more than looked the part of MC dolls. “Not really, no.”
“Neither am I, but that’s the job.” Mandi turned on her stilettos. “Let’s get this over with so we can go home.”
Nikita nodded and pulled her mask in place. Nothing sounded better.
***
Their first night was a bust. Nikita fell into the stinking bed face-first, as had become routine. She’d flirted her ass off all night. Thankfully, Juliet kept many of the men happy with her own girls. It gave Mandi and her plenty of chances to glean small amounts of information from the big-mouthed bikers.
She checked her phone to see if the FBI had cracked the documents they’d sent.Nothing. Great.She heard the squeaking of bedsprings all around her. Thankfully, she and Mandi weren’t on the menu.
Her eyes snapped to her door and sighed in relief when she saw it was locked. Her gun was hidden beneath the mattress and could be easily retrieved, but she didn’t want to screw her cover before she got anything good out of the club.
The night’s events drifted through her mind. They’d both thrown themselves into the façade of slutty dolls, but something felt off about the whole night. She wanted to blame Kevlar. He kept showing up, rattling her bottom line. Nikita shook her head. Something was wrong. She just couldn’t put her finger on it. Thankfully, the night wasn’t a total loss. One of the drunk bikers let information slip about a drug run the following week. She sent that information on to her boss, but he merely replied they needed the trafficking details to complete the bust.
She changed into something less sexy. Easy to do with sweatpants and a tank top. Crawling under the sheets, she prayed to whatever god or goddess that her bed was bug-free. Creepy crawlers weren’t her friends. In fact, they were worse than rats to her.
Once settled on the bed, Kevlar’s handsome face drifted to her mind. He’d looked damned good—tall, brooding, and with enough tattoos to make even her swoon. She rolled to her stomach, the thought of Kevlar warming her to her toes. Since seeing him again, a day didn’t pass without wondering where he was or how he was doing.
She rolled to her stomach and recalled the one time she’d checked on him. He’d been deployed to an undisclosed location in the Middle East. Even her FBI clearance wouldn’t let her see his exact whereabouts. His future had always made sense. He was built for the military. With smarts, sex appeal, and the ability to shoot a gun better than any other man, he was the Army’s best asset.But I am a little biased.
A manly moan pierced the night air. She grimaced. Dating wasn’t a necessity in her line of work, but sex was necessary if only to relieve stress and help her focus. She could make do without a man to help her along, but it was more fun to roll around the sheets with someone who could make it worth the effort of swiping right.
Heat flooded her body, her thoughts returning to Kevlar. They’d been incredible together. But that was so long ago.She bit her bottom lip. She didn’t give a shit if it was fifty years. Kevlar could still fuck her until she trembled. No doubt about it.
She swallowed the truth. Even if the opportunity presented itself, it’d put her undercover role in danger.And I can’t do that.She huffed out a frustrated breath.Even if it’d be so nice.
Groaning her displeasure with her hormones, she turned over and closed her eyes. The next night, the Cutthroats were hosting more visitors. She needed to be on her A-game. Tomorrow night could bring great things for their investigation, and if that were the case, she had to be prepared.
***
