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Loki
“Anything new?” My boss, Cabe Warren, asked me.
I stepped up to my blinds and flicked them open with two fingers, peering out at the dangerous neighborhood.
“No. He came to the neighbor, but she got in her car and drove off before it got out of hand. The guys a fucking creep,” I growled into my phone.
We all knew that he was dirty; I just hoped he didn’t ‘piss where he slept.’ I didn’t need another complication like the hot woman next door, or her shitty brother. I also didn’t need to worry about my target raping the women in his neighborhood. But I was.
“Have you made contact with him yet?” He asked.
I watched as my neighbor came out with a bucket and the water hose as she got ready to wash her car. Not that the car needed it. It was too rusted out for a wash to make a difference, but she did it every Saturday like clockwork.
“Met him last night when I was walking Lucy,” I confirmed.
Lucy was my three-year-old Rottie. She also thought she was a human, and never met a stranger.
Which chapped my ass when the piece of shit Varian bent down and scratchedmy dog with his filth stained hands. I didn’t want those hands anywhere near anything of mine. Inwardly, I was snarling in outrage. Outwardly, seeing the faded jeans that I picked up at the Goodwill, black motorcycle boots, needle marks, shaggy hair, and the stained white t-shirt, he dismissed me as less than dog shit. Which was what I wanted.
I wanted him to think I wasn’t a threat, but more of a...possible business associate.
If he saw the ragged clothes, the shitty house, and the less than stellar car, then maybe he would think I was desperate, and could be bought.
But I couldn’t come on too strong, otherwise he’d be suspicious of my motives.
Instead, I stayed in a house with a foreclosed sign out front, and worked on my truck all day so I could make it look like I had no job and very little ambition.
Then, when I walked into his construction office on Monday morning for my interview, he’d know I was in dire straits.
Hopefully.
“Good,” Cabe said. “I’ve got to get back to work, and so do you. What time’s the interview next week?”
“Monday at nine,” I sighed.
“Good, I’ve had taps put on V.S. Construction’s phones again. Surveillance will start once you get officially hired. Talk to you later,” he hung up.
I’d already gone over it more than once with him,as well as the rest of the team.I knew he was worried about me, but there was only so much a man could take.
I’d turned in my resignation before this job even started, and the chief hadn’t accepted it.
I was beyond tired of being someone I wasn’t. I was ready to just be me.A police officer and a member of The Dixie Wardens.
The Dixie Wardens MC was my home away from home.
When I turned eighteen, I’d joined the Coast Guard and left my hometown of Boca Grande. I lived and breathed the Coast guard for six years before my mother was diagnosed with breast cancer.
Even though she’d reassured me that she didn’t need me, I’d retired and come home to help her with the store she owned. The one she loved with all her heart and soul.
My father had died while serving in Desert Storm when I was nine months old. With the pension my mom received, she opened up her shop,You Are My, on the Boardwalk in downtown Boca Grande.
For six months, mom and I worked at the store and kicked cancers’ ass.
Once she’d gotten the all clear, I’d gone into the police academy.
Once out of the academy, I’d moved to Benton, Louisiana where I’d met my best friend, Killian ‘Trance’ Spurlock.
