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Cowards Never Start
Joan makes a deal with the FBI to go undercover in the Demon Brotherhood Motorcycle Club. If she obtains evidence to bring down the MC, hers and her husband’s sentences will be commuted. But she will have to cozy up to the president of the motorcycle club to get the information she needs. In order to succeed and finally realize her dream of living a quiet life with her husband, her marriage vows and every honorable principle she holds dear will be tested. Will she be able to get the information the Bureau needs? And when it is all over, will her husband take her back?
She bit her lip. “I don’t love you, Bill.” Being honest upfront seemed the best choice regardless of the outcome. She steadied herself for an outburst. But it didn’t come.
“I know, darlin’,” he said. “Since we’re doin’ true confessions, I have one.”
Joan raised an eyebrow.
“Remember last year when you made that big apology to me in front of the leadership?”
“Yeah…” She wondered where this was going.
“Duncan had already smoothed everything over with the club.”
She pushed him away. “What? Then why’d I have to do that? It was awful. Stressful…demeaning.”
“I don’t know why he did it. I just wanted to hear an apology from you personally.”
“You wanted to see me squirm? Publicly?”
“Hell no. I just wanted to see you again. You were so beautiful and strong and capable. You fascinated me. Still do.”
She rubbed her forehead. Duncan had taken care of everything, then agreed to put her on the hot seat? She looked at Bill. She shouldn’t have heard it from him. Duncan should have stepped up and told her.
“Why are you telling me this?”
“Sometimes things go on behind the scenes. I want you to trust me even if you don’t understand why I do certain things. Respect me and my position in the club.”
He pulled her in tight and planted a kiss on the side of her head. “Love’s over-rated. You respect me, right?”
She pulled away from him and walked around the end of the breakfast bar to sit down. Her paradigm had shifted—not 180 degrees, but enough to look at Bill in a different light. She had an honesty pact with Duncan, but Bill seemed more honest.
“I respect you,” she said, worrying how many more incidents like this floated in an arc, like a boomerang, ready to circle back and hit her.
“That’s all that matters,” he said.
He leaned both arms on the counter, eyes on the countertop, as if weighing his words. He looked up at her. “I have a favor to ask you.”
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