Page 147 of Beyond the Badge: Nox

Before they got bombarded, he took a quick glance around to see who all had showed up today.

He wasn’t surprised to see Finn with Mel, Decker and Sloane, Rez and Sapphire along with the club president, Axel Jamison and his wife Bella. Cross, as always, was by himself since his husband, a Dirty Angels MC member, had no desire to ride with a bunch of badge-wearing “fake” bikers.

Liyah pressed her tits into his back to murmur in his ear, “Again, it’s nice to see your MC is diverse.”

Glancing over his shoulder, he noticed she had already removed her helmet and was now eyeing up North with his fiancé Naomi along with Frasier and his wife. Their two Black members.

“And a woman?” came next. “Is that right? Does her man normally ride behind her?”

It was hard to miss Clark sitting confidently behind Monty. Nox shook his head. He swore the bowtie wearing nerd had the biggest balls out of all of them.

His lips twitched. “Like you said, our club’s diverse.”

Her warm chuckle filled his ears and wormed its way into his chest.

Last but not least, he spotted Cabrera with Crew. They’d finally quit hiding their relationship and the task force leader had temporarily moved out of his condo and into Fletch’s house with her because of her Irish Wolfhound.

But that would have to change soon since the task force would be wrapping up their investigation any day now and finishing the work they’d done for the past two years.

He’d miss working on the third floor with the task force and wasn’t sure if he was ready to go back to Shadow Valley PD. Climbing one flight of steps to go to work had spoiled him. So did not having to deal with nuisance calls all day when he worked patrol.

He noticed the only BAMC members missing were Miller—most likely because they couldn’t find a babysitter to watch their litter of kids—and, of course, Fletch and Wilder, since the couple was still undercover with the Demons and would be until the very end.

They currently had the most important roles in the investigation since they were the eyes and ears of the task force. They would contact Crew if they noticed or heard anything going down.

Because it was clear trouble was brewing.

Under no circumstances would the Pittsburgh La Cosa Nostra allow the Demon dickheads to steal their cartel contacts and the flow of dirty drug money.

Nox’s head jerked back when Jamison and Crew were both suddenly standing by his bike.

“Can I help you?” he asked them dryly.

“Yeah,” Crew started, “by explaining what’s going on here.” His gray eyes flicked from Nox to Liyah and back.

“What do you mean?”

“If you haven’t noticed, there’s someone on your bike besides yourself.”

Nox’s expression turned confused. “There is?”

Crew exchanged glances with Jamison.

“Aaliyah,” the BAMC president greeted thatsomeone. “How are you?”

“I’m very well. Thank you for asking, Axel. How are you and Bella?”

“Uh.Truthfully? We’re a little confused.”

Cross joined the group. “Aiden,” Liyah greeted.

Frowning, Cross gave her a nod. “Aaliyah. What are you doing here?”

“She’s coming along on our club run.” Nox thought it should be pretty fucking obvious.

“I didn’t know you two knew each other,” Cross continued with his eyebrows pinned together.

“Well, we do,” Liyah answered him. “We met at the grief group. I took over the one in Shadow Valley.” She looked past Cross to the newcomer. “Hello, Bella.”

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