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“Well, you sound like our Prez, Lil, so I’m guessing that you’re from Ireland like her?”
“I am,” he agreed, “in fact, I’m her older brother, Declan James.”
“Good to meet you,” the woman said. “I’m Angel Desoto, but you can call me Sprite.”
“Sprite?” he asked.
“Yeah, it’s my biker’s name. It’s a long story, and well, we’re kind of busy right now, but I’d be happy to tell you about it later when I’m on my break.” The last thing Declan was looking for was a woman, but he supposed a quick roll in the hay might be just what he needed after a long trip. What could it hurt?
“He’d love to, but he already has plans,” a woman said from behind him. She didn’t sound American. In fact, she sounded English, and getting involved with an English she-devil wasn’t going to happen.
“I’m sorry,” he said, turning on the barstool to find the sexiest blond he had ever seen standing behind him. She was wearing a skintight sweater and jeans that made his mouth water. “Who are you?” he asked.
The woman pulled a gun from her purse and nudged it into his side. “I’m someone you’re going to want to talk with,” she whispered into his ear.
Declan didn’t want to cause any trouble, and the woman pushing her gun into his side was definitely trouble. “Um, sorry, Sprite,” he breathed, “but, she’s right.” He downed his beer andthrew down a twenty. “Have a good night.” He stood and left the bar with the sexy blond, hoping like hell that someone would report back to his brother and sister that he had left with her. Hopefully, they’d put two and two together and come up with the fact that Declan was in over his head and needed help—before it was too late.
Danger
Bernadette Danger wasn’t about to give up chasing down every lead to her brother, and the big Irish bloke standing next to her was a major lead. Of course, her snooping was “Unofficial” since MI6 wouldn’t sanction her going rogue looking for Anthony, but she couldn’t let him go. He was her little brother and her only living family.
“You want to tell me why you’ve got a gun shoved into my side?” the sexy Irishman asked.
“Because I need to talk to you, Mr. James,” she said.
“Well, that doesn’t seem very fair,” he said. “You seem to know my name, but I have no idea what yours is.”
“Bernadette Danger,” she said without pause, “but, you can call me Danger.”
He barked out his laugh and she stopped to look him over, trying to figure out what was so funny. “Fitting,” he said. “Your name is very fitting for you, Ms. Danger.”
“It’s not Ms. Danger, just Danger,” she insisted. The guys in her graduating class had dubbed her last name as her moniker and they felt the same way about her nickname. Danger seemedto find her wherever she was and now, it had caught up to her brother, Anthony.
“Okay then, Danger,” he said, “what can I do for you?”
“You can help me find my brother,” she blurted out. She had planned on waiting for a more private setting than a parking lot at a dive biker bar, but here she was, spilling her guts.
“I’m not sure that I follow,” Mr. James said. “Who is your brother? Do I know him?”
“No,” she breathed, “but, you know the people who have taken them. I’ve been watching the Dead Rabbits for months now, trying to get any intel on Anthony, and you seem to have quite a relationship with them, Mr. James,” she said.
“I have nothing to do with those assholes,” he spat. “In fact, I had to come here just to get away from them. They did this to me as a parting gift.” He pointed to the bruises on his left cheek and his swollen right eye.
“They beat you up?” she asked. Bernadette was sure that he was a part of the Rabbits with the way they kept going around his place.
“They did and promised to keep coming back until I gave up where my sister was living,” he admitted. “So, I packed my bags and headed here, to warn her that the Dead Rabbits are looking for her and her apparent new husband.”
“You mean, your sister is in there?” she said, nodding back to the bar. Lilianna James was one of the people of interest at MI6 and she might be able to get some information about Anthony if she got to talk to her. “Would she be willing to speak with me?”
Mr. James barked out his laugh, “If you’re willing to leave your gun in your purse, I’m sure that Lil will talk to you. She’s kind of strong-willed and won’t take as kindly to you poking a gun into her side as I have.”
“Would you have talked to me otherwise?” she asked.
He shrugged, “Sure,” he offered. “I’d talk to anyone, but you made it very clear that I didn’t have a choice.” Bernadette knew that she might be playing her hand all wrong, but she needed his help and if she could get his sister to help her too, then she was sure that she’d find Anthony. All she could do was go on faith and with a little luck, she’d get her way.
She shoved her gun back into her purse and took a deep breath, expecting the worst. “How about now?” she asked. “Are you still willing to speak with me, Mr. James?” she asked.
“How about you buy me a beer and we’ll see how things go. I can also introduce you to my sister if you’re willing to come back into the bar with me,” he said. She really had no other choice. Bernadette was at his mercy and if she wanted answers, she’d have to play by Mr. James’s rules.
