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the hood of the car held down by her cup of coffee. The road wasn’t on the map, but there it was. She had been there an hour and the only truck she saw drive on it was a MOORE’S COMMERCIAL FOOD & LIQUOR delivery truck. She was about to give up until she saw three of the Brass Bonds MC bikers ride out from the Clubhouse toward the construction site. On the other side of the construction site waiting for them, was Darla Lovell’s black Porsche. Darla stood there, leaning against the car. Lauren could swear she had an unearthly glow about her. She watched as the seemingly lead biker got off his bike and embraced Darla, then kissed her … hard.
    Lauren rubbed her eyes and looked again. The man was pressed against Darla and squeezing her bottom.
    “Oh, boss lady has a thing for the bad boys, too.” Lauren whispered to herself.
    “Maybe she does.” The voice came out of nowhere. Lauren spun to see who was behind her, but the man was already on her and hoisting her up over his shoulder. He carried her into a black van, shut the door and slapped the van’s side twice. The driver took off while another man in the van held her down.
    “You like spying on people?” said the guy holding her down. The driver just laughed as the man holding her continued, “Hell, you even have binoculars. You must really enjoy watching, huh?”
    Lauren struggled against his hold, fearing for her life! She had no idea who had kidnapped her, but she pleaded.
    “I wasn’t spying! I was just looking for something.” She realized that made no sense until something caught her eye. It was a tattoo on the driver’s arm of brass knuckles, “Brass! You’re one of the Brass Bonds!” Now she got excited thinking she had a bargaining chip, “I’m Jasper’s attorney! Jasper Connor currently imprisoned for the murder of Jasper Connor!” The words spilled out of her mouth.
    “Honey, we know exactly who you are.” The driver said without turning around. Then the guy holding her put a bag over her head.
    *
    Lauren found herself in a room that was inherently dark even in the mid-afternoon daylight. A long table was centered in the room with nine chairs around it. Lauren was seated at one end of the table. The man that had been kissing Darla and grabbing her ass was seated at the other. Darla stood behind him with her hand on his shoulder. The little bit of light in the room glinted against the round blue stone that sparkled on her finger. Lauren thought that they looked like some mismatched king and queen.
    “Lauren, please meet our client, Whitey Smith. He’s the president of the Brass Bonds MC, Original Chapter.” Whitey touched Darla’s hand then smiled to Lauren.
    “I’m sorry for the behavior of two of my guys that brought you here in such a rough manner. It’s completely inexcusable.” He flashed her a bright smile, not as charming as Jasper’s, but she could understand Darla’s attraction to the man. He was handsome with killer eyes and the presence of a confident leader.
    “Three … it was three men that manhandled me.” Lauren was not quite ready to forgive. Her hair was half on her face and she looked like a lunatic from when they messily pulled the bag off her head. Two of the men were standing on either side of her, making sure she stayed put.
    The man and Darla laughed.
    “My apologies. I stand corrected. You can, however, imagine our surprise to find you up on the hilltop spying on our road. What, exactly, were you hoping to find?” Darla arched a brow as she waited to hear Lauren explain.
    “Ms. Lovell assigned me to assist her with Jasper’s case. I was hoping to find something related to the Lucas Jackson murder so that I could use it to free Jasper.” Without revealing what Jasper told her, she added, “Despite the situation, I don’t believe he killed Lucas Jackson.”
    Whitey nodded listening intently then looked back at Darla as if he expected her to speak. For the first time, Darla looked uneasy.
    “Lauren