Elena
I looked around nervously even though I knew that there were two fully armed agents standing only yards away and that Reed and I both had our weapons on us. We stopped at a pay phone not too far from the hotel. We were outside a gas station with only two pumps. We needed to call the MCs and let them know what they needed to do right now. I still wasn’t at liberty to reveal that I was with the FBI to anyone, and I knew how close I was to being retired and losing my protection if I broke or even bent one rule. This was not the time to be bad ass, rogue, Elena. I needed to follow the rules, and so far, I had, right down to cutting my hair. I felt strange and kept reaching out to grab only air, but we needed to look different, and that we did.
I had been given what I could only describe as suburban mom clothes; midrise jeans and jean jackets with shirts in bright colors that only showed mild cleavage. That plus the more conservative cut of my fiery hair made me appear to be even older than my actual 27. Although on an average day I was used to still looking like I was in my early 20s despite my scars.
Looking at Reed was hard to stomach right now for me. When he took his clothes off, I was sure he would still turn me on like always. They couldn’t take away his ripped chest or the taste of his skin and lips. But they had made him dye his black hair to blonde and completely get rid of any sign of facial hair. He looked quite uncomfortable in his clothes that made him resemble the kind of guy that would take meetings at work by going to a golf course. If we weren’t in such a dire situation, I was certain I would laugh.
I waited my turn for the phone patiently, as Reed tried to communicate with the MC without giving too much away. I felt bad for bringing him into this. This wasn’t his responsibility, and he was having to act like he was an agent himself and entrust his whole MC to a man who had ever really had control over it before. I knew that my girls would help hold things down at the club and help the women Seamus had brought back to the bar start on a new life. I could just see Daisy taking charge in my mind’s eye.
Reed finally hung up, and I could see the strain on his face as he backed up so I could take over with the phone. I looked back at the agents that were our 24/7 babysitters, and they were getting impatient. Their names, as far as we were told, were Sally and Ronald, and they were both in their 40s. They seemed nice enough, but I knew protecting another agent who had probably fucked up was not the most glorious job in the universe for them. They probably thought they were getting this job because they were getting old or out of shape. To think I was around a decade or so from that fate was scary.
I got up to the phone and dialed Dmitri’s number, not sure what to expect on the other end. I hadn’t got much of a chance to have a conversation with Dmitri and get to the bottom of whether the Vipers were aware of my job with the FBI. Jimmy obviously knew, but how many people had he revealed that information to?
Dmitri answered the phone, sounding suspicious of the random number. “Dmitri,” I barked. “It’s me, the Prez.” I wasn’t about to say my name over the phone right now to anyone anymore. I had no idea how Juan had ended up figuring that I was an undercover agent with the FBI, but there were no more chances I could afford to take. “Something bad has happened with the cartel, and things have gone south. I have to go off the grid for a while, and I need to know you’re going to take care of things there. If you need any help, the Skulls Renegades will happily be of service. But don’t expect to purchase any more girls from Juan, and definitely, don’t contact him.”
“Should I be worried, boss?” Dmitri asked with concern. The man had taken a real liking to me once I took over the MC and I wondered if it was because I had made sure all the other families were safe and cared for by not letting the club go to shit. But maybe it was more than that.
“I need you to worry about the MC right now. Make sure there’s muscle around and just keep things running. I’m going to worry about me. Don’t you do that for me.” I hung up before I got emotional about it. I had heard about agents being put into hiding before, but I had never thought, even with all my recklessness, that I was going to be one of those agents someday.
I took Reed’s hand and went back over to the car and got in, anxious to get back into the house and be alone with Reed; as alone as we were going to be sharing the place with the two agents. But that was our life now. We had new names, new jobs, and a new place to live. The only thing to tell me about where I now were the welcome signs to the city; Everett, Washington.
The bureau had rented a house in a nice and quiet neighborhood just minutes from the coast, but despite the beauty of the blue waters, it seemed too cold to bother going to the beach. Everyone we saw headed there wore wetsuits.
As soon as we got into the house, I headed straight for the bedroom I was sharing with Reed. I shut the door the minute he was in there with me and turned on the television for nothing more than distracting noise. Laying down on the bed, I crossed my arms over my chest.
“Babe, you need to quit beating yourself up over this. This was bound to happen either way. Those cartel assholes, they aren’t dummies. We are just lucky that we’re both here together and alright. I didn’t think anyone is going to find us here.” Reed was trying to make me feel better like he had for the last several hours. He was relentless, and it was sweet, but it just wasn’t helping.
“I don’t think you get it, Reed, what I’m feeling right now,” I admitted, sitting up and pulling my knees to my chest. Reed rubbed my back comfortingly.
“Then, why don’t you tell me? You don’t have to be so damn tough all the time, Siren. I know you aren’t weak. You run an MC. You shot the man that killed your mother. You are an FBI agent. I am never going to think you’re weak.”
He voiced what my fear was deep down. I was a tough girl; I had to be. I grew up to be an even tougher woman. If I had learned anything from my relationship with Dick, it was a lesson about not being too vulnerable and too soft. But maybe with Reed, I could find that happy medium.
“Reed, I’ve always been this amazing FBI agent. I always went rogue and made up the rules. I pissed off my superiors more times than I can count. But what all those times had in common was that I never failed. I got the job done, and I got it done better than any other agent I knew of. They loved me, and I felt so strong and powerful. When I got serious with my ex, Richard, you know the one that you met in Cincinnati?” Reed nodded. We had gotten deep into each other’s pasts since being together, but I hadn’t really gotten into details about Richard other than that we were engaged, and he cheated. It didn’t really seem necessary to talk about until now. “Well, he was concerned about me being in the field. You know it’s a dangerous job. You’ve seen it firsthand. So, he asked me if there was something else I could do while still being involved in the FBI. I asked to be trained as a handler. I would get to be at home and be protected, giving the orders to somebody else who would be in danger. I did it because I thought Richard was being sweet and looking for the woman he loved.”
“It’s not right to ask those things of someone you love; asking them to change something about them. I can tell you love what you do. Even if it worries me, I could never ask you to quit just for me.” I smiled and leaned over into his arms.
“I appreciate that,” I told him. “But it wasn’t even just the job. I just didn’t know it until I saw him with his secretary balancing on his balls. He had slowly changed everything about me; the clothes I wore, the places I went for fun…He softened me to the core, prepping me to be his perfect little trophy wife, and then he still didn’t want me. As soon as we were over, I went running to Kristie and begging her for a job in the field. I wanted to prove to myself that I was still the woman I had been before I met Richard, but that’s not how this is turning out. I’m afraid this is just proof I can’t do this anymore.”
“Babe, you can do anything you set your mind to, I know that. You have now saved eight women from the life of sex trafficking. You have brought two MCs together to do legitimate work. There’s nothing to scoff at there.” I hadn’t thought about it that way, and I realized that I might have found a new calling for myself without trying to. I loved the exhilarating danger in the field, but being the Prez of an MC and Reed’s Ol’ Lady felt like an amazing place to be. It felt like home.
I looked in Reed’s eyes with a lot of thankfulness. Thankfulness he had risked his life to take out Juan and come for me. I pulled his face to mine and kissed him passionately, pulling him down on top of me in the bed. His hand snaked up my shirt to massage at my right breast, causing me to moan into his mouth. Being with Reed was the perfect distraction from our current predicament, and I wanted to take full advantage of that.
I pressed myself up against him, wriggling my hips against his pants. I could feel that he was already hard inside of his ridiculous khakis. So, I reached down and took them off as fast as I could, letting those and his boxers slide to the edge of the bed.
Reed balanced himself over my body as I slid my own pants down, revealing my wet and wanting pussy. His face dived in, lapping at my sweetness as I arched my back into the pleasure of his motions. I reached down to let my fingers run through his hair, which was now bleached like a California Ken doll. It was soft, though, and familiar, as I used it to hold his face to my aching center, just wanting more. Being in bed with Reed was the best comfort a woman could ask for.
His tongue slid in and out of my wet pussy like a pleasant snake, and I moaned softly at the sensation. But even as I felt my body getting warm, letting me know I was close, I knew it wasn’t going to be enough. I wanted to feel him too.
I whimpered, feeling deprived of his body. Then, he licked up to my navel, and I sighed as he spread my legs wide, letting his thick cock make its way inside of me. I had missed this. I needed this.
I slid my nails up his back, scratching and letting out all my emotions that way, probably leaving long marks along his skin. He bent down to nip at my neck in response to my own violence. My whole body tensed up, loving this new edge to our love making. It was raw and desperate and sad and angry. It was amazing.
I moaned and bucked my hips within his set rhythm until I screamed his name, not caring if the other agents could hear me.