Page 22 of Thorsten Wisely Dicey MC

He keeps staring straight ahead and it seems as if he’s unaffected by my words. I remove the gun from his dick and put it away.

“After everything that happened, I called Archer. He handled the Nilo incident and we talked. My cousin gave me a few options and I took the one where I quit my job.”

Thorsten’s head whips my way. “You quit?” he asks with a load of disbelief.

“Turns out I’m not cut out for undercover jobs. This being my first, and I kinda messed up when I got involved with one of the targets.”

“Involved.” He gives me a condescending look. “We fucked, Livi.”

“You claimed me,” I fire back.

He shakes his head. “My brothers know you’re a cop. What do you think they’d say when I walk right back into the clubhouse with you, eh? Think, babe. I’d be an idiot to believe it after you lied to me. Hell, it’s not a simple lie, you fucking betrayed my trust and wanted…or still want, fuck knows, to throw me and my brothers in a cell and let us rot for the rest of our lives.”

A waitress strolls our way and we fall silent. I ask for two coffees, not caring if Thorsten wants one or not; I can drink both of them.

As soon as she’s gone, he hisses, “There’s nothing you have to offer that I want. Pussy or a warm hole I can get from any other woman. Why the fuck would you think I’d want you, a fucking cop?”

I should have known this was his reaction and yet his words hit me harder than a punch to the gut.

My voice sounds small, even to my own ears. “I can offer you immunity.”

His eyes collide with mine. “Me, or all my brothers?”

“All the young ones who keep their noses clean from here on out. The only thing Broken Deeds asks in return is your cooperation with bringing down the cartel,” I tell him.

He stays quiet for a few heartbeats. His voice is leaning toward the normal one he uses when he says, “I need to bring the offer to the table and vote on it.”

Thorsten takes his phone and shoots off a message.

I watch as my aunt steps inside the diner. “I’d like you to meet someone, if you still consider yourself my old man.”

His eyes follow my line of sight and a burst of hope fills my veins when he watches my aunt Lynn and says, “For now.”

When his attention shifts to me the burst of hope quickly evaporates when he adds, “Long term? There’s no way I’ll ever accept a cop as my old lady.”

“I was a special agent, not a damn cop. And I told you I fucking quit my job,” I grit and get to my feet to plaster a smile on my face to welcome my aunt Lynn.

Embracing her in a hug for the first time ever, I quickly whisper out the words, “Sorry to pull you into this mess. I’ve been meaning to reach out, but–”

Lynn’s arms tighten around me as she murmurs, “All good, chickie. We told you we’re right here whenever you need us. We solved our family mystery, so let’s fix this shit, eh? A kinswoman is never alone.”

I tighten my arms a bit as well. “Kinswoman…I like the sound of that.”

Emotions swamp my body, and I pull back before any tears fill my eyes. “I’d like you to meet my old man, Thorsten Rhyland.”

Lynn’s expression doesn’t change.

She steps closer to Thorsten and offers him her hand. “Thorsten Rhyland, vice president of Wisely Dicey. You really have nerves with steel balls if you dare to claim someone with a blood connection to Broken Deeds.”

A sardonic smirk glides across his face. “Lynn Lawson, you’re one to talk when you were once the daughter of a president who was claimed by the president of another MC. Did it stop Deeds, or you for that matter?”

Lynn narrows her eyes. “Quit acting like you’re a fountain of details. Besides, there’s a crucial detail you’re missing if you think this is about similar shit.”

We’re still standing and the way tension bounces back and forth things are bound to explode any second.

“What’s that? O, wise old woman?” Thorsten taunts.

“The fuck you just called me?” Lynn snaps and before she can lunge for Thorsten’s neck Deeds, her husband, and former president of Broken Deeds is there to hold her back.

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