Page 24 of Claimed By the Bikers
She glances at the tools in her hands, then back at me. “Atlas, listen?—”
“No, you listen.” I step closer, using my size to crowd her against the safe. “You’ve been lying to us for weeks. Playing games, gathering intelligence, planning our destruction. Did you think we were too stupid to notice?”
“It’s not personal.”
I move closer still, close enough to see the pulse fluttering at her throat. “It felt pretty personal when you kissed my brothers.”
“That was a mistake.”
The word hits harder than it should. “A mistake. Right.”
I reach for my phone, and she lunges forward, trying to knock it from my hand, but she’s not fast enough. I catch her wrist, but she uses the momentum to drive her knee toward my ribs.
I twist away, and she breaks free, heading for the door. But I’m between her and the exit, and when she tries to push past me, I grab her around the waist.
“Let me go!” She drives her elbow back into my solar plexus, hard enough to make me grunt.
“Not happening.”
She’s well trained, I’ll give her that. When I don’t release her, she stomps down hard on my instep, then tries to break my grip with a move that would work on most men.
But I’m not most men. Years of military combat training and twenty years of surviving in a dangerous business have taught me how to handle myself in a fight.
I spin her around, backing her against the wall, but she’s not finished. Her palm shoots up toward my nose in a move designed to break bone and send cartilage into the brain. I jerk my head back just in time, but she adjusts her angle and connects with my jaw instead.
The blow snaps my head to the side, splitting my lip and filling my mouth with the taste of blood. Stars explode across my vision for a moment.
“Bitch,” I growl, tightening my grip.
“Bastard,” she snarls back, still fighting.
But the fight is already over. She’s skilled, but I’m bigger, stronger, and have a reach advantage. Within seconds, I have her pinned against the wall, both her wrists trapped in one of my hands while I reach for my phone with the other.
“Garrett! Silas!” I call out, loud enough for my voice to carry through the building. “Get back here now!”
“Atlas, please.” Her voice drops, becoming urgent. “Don’t involve them. This is between you and me.”
“Is it? Because last I checked, you’ve been playing all three of us.”
“It wasn’t supposed to happen like this.”
“How was it supposed to happen? You gather your evidence, build your case, then disappear back to whatever federal office sent you? Leave us to deal with the consequences?”
She doesn’t answer, but I can see the truth in her eyes. That’s exactly what was supposed to happen.
Heavy footsteps echo in the hallway, and moments later, both my brothers burst through the office door.
“What the hell is going on?” Garrett demands.
“Meet Agent Natalie Hayes,” I say, maintaining my grip as she goes still. “FBI undercover operative, currently assigned to build a case against our operations.”
I watch the betrayal register on both their faces, see the moment they realize everything they thought they knew about this woman was a lie.
“That’s impossible,” Silas says quietly.
“Caught her photographing our business records. Her real name is Natalie Hayes. She’s been working undercover for weeks.”
Garrett moves closer, his face a mask of fury and hurt. “Everything was a lie.”
