Page 80 of A Wrench in the Plan
“I need to speak to your president,” the FBI asshole said, chin held high and not an ounce of fear in his eyes.
“What could you possibly have to say that he’d want to hear?” I widened my legs and crossed my arms over my chest.
“I think I’ve got something he wants.”
I snorted as a shot a glance over to Sidekick, who had his phone out, texting LT, no doubt.
“I don’t think law scum would have anything he’d want,” I said.
He stared at me for a long moment.
“Think you might want it too.” His gaze slid from me to Sidekick to Evan.
That had my attention.
He had information on where to find that fuck we’d been looking for.
“He’s coming,” Sidekick said, but he didn’t need to since the sound of roaring bikes could be heard in the near distance.
LT came from the back of the shop with a handful of brothers. All of them looked ready to kill.
“Agent Palmer,” LT said somewhat respectfully as he dismounted his bike. “Let’s make this quick. Don’t need your kind around here.”
The agent gave a curt nod.
The trunk popped open.
Twigs, Honey, and Mad Bell reached for their guns.
“Easy,” Agent Palmer said, hands up as if that would stop them from shooting his dumb ass.
Grass began to advance, but LT stopped him.
Sidekick and I edged closer as LT strode over to the trunk.
He lifted it just enough to get a look. Then he stood there peering inside for a long moment, not saying a single fuckin’ word.
“We’re even,” Agent Palmer said boldly. “I don’t owe you now.”
LT glared at him.
Finally, he gave a firm nod accepting this.
“You got some balls, lawman,” LT said with a raised brow.
He flinched as if LT’s words had stung him.
“Not a lawman anymore,” he said, anger and regret in his eyes.
“That so?” LT asked, sounding at least half interested as to why.
“Too much bureaucracy,” he said, looking more pissed than regretful now. “I want to stop men like him.” He jerked his chin in the direction of the trunk. This caught my attention. There wasn’t somethingin there. It was someone. My heart hammered in my chest. “The badge is not really working for me anymore.” His face went hard. “Now get him out of my car.”
I strode forward before I was even aware that I was moving. I felt a hand on my arm, but I shrugged off whoever it was and kept going.
My hands fisted as I moved to the back of the car.
Then LT was there, his arm pressing against my chest, hand right over my heart, which was beating faster now.
