Page 4 of Beyond the Badge: Crew

The reality was, no biker was taking an ol’ lady who didn’t put out. It wasn’t romantic sex, either. Sometimes it was rough, degrading and bordered on abusive.

He’d seen plenty of it on the camera feeds. None of it was hot and all of it was stomach-churning. Sex to the Deadly Demons wasn’t an intimate connection, it was solely for busting a nut.

“No. Find something else for her to do, then. She’ll be an asset to your team no matter what task she’s assigned.”

For fuck’s sake.He’d preferred not to assign her anything at all. They were better off being one member short. “Why are you pushing this?”

“Because you’re down a team member and she’d be perfect for it.”

Perfect was a subjective term. “No.”

Williams’ eyebrows smashed together. “No what?”

“We’re a cohesive team. We’ll be fine with fourteen members.”

“Are you refusing an order? Do I need to remind you that doing so is insubordination?”

Shit.“I haven’t heard an order yet.”

Williams got to his feet, picked up a paper off his desk and sailed it toward Crew. “Here’s the official order.”

It fluttered onto his lap.

Fuck!Crew grabbed the memo, folded it up and stuffed it into his back pocket without even reading it. “How soon does she start?”

Williams’ rounded his desk, opened his office door and poked his head out, calling, “Cabrera.”

Cabrera?Why did that last name sound familiar?

And Crew hadn’t noticed anyone sitting outside Williams’ office when he entered, except for the man’s executive assistant.

Should he stay sitting? Stand? He had no fucking clue what was expected of him. With a grumble, he pushed to his feet and turned to see a woman entering the office, giving Williams a chin lift as she did so.

Notawoman,thewoman.

Son of a fucking bitch.

Her heart-stopping dark eyes were laser-focused on him. Crew caught the slightest crinkle at the corners and a twitch of her lips before her expression turned blank.

No fucking way.

“Colin Crew is the group one leader of the Tri-State Federal Task Force that I told you about. You’ll be reporting directly to him.”

She stepped closer and jutted out her hand.

He stared at it for a second noticing what he hadn’t earlier—her very subtle manicure and ringless fingers—before letting his gaze slide back up to her face. But on that trip, he noticed she now wore an ID badge around her neck.

She had probably forgot it in her car.

For fuck’s sake.

“Camila Cabrera,” she introduced herself, then tipped her head when he still hadn’t shaken her hand. “Do you prefer Colin, Crew… or Sir?”

He blinked.What?

He opened his mouth, then shut it to clear his throat as he grabbed her hand, squeezing it more firmly than he normally would while shaking it. He might as well establish his dominance from the start because he had a feeling after their exchange outside, she’d be challenging his leadership.

At every fucking turn.

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