Bred by the MC VP (Breeding Season 6)

“Great. I’ll pick you up around five. Try to cover up the bruises. He usually has press snapping pics.”

By the time she hung up, she had mixed feelings. This was exactly what Forge had hoped for, but it seemed too easy and she didn’t have a good feeling about it. Grass hated the MC and was using it as a campaign tool. If he got a feeling she was lying, it could be disastrous for her.

She’d have to be an excellent actress. Sable didn’t know her father, so, in a way, Forge was all she had when it came to male role models. She wanted his approval, wanted to make him proud.

Her shift at the diner went by without a hitch. No bikers came in, which she was glad for. It was harder lying to their faces. And without Forge or Dog present, she wasn’t sure how far one of them could go since they all considered her a rat.

“See you tomorrow,” she called out as she left the diner at the end of her shift. Her feet were sore and they’d been so busy she missed her lunch break. Her stomach rumbled as she walked to her car in the parking lot. She didn’t have much time to get ready for this dinner party. Sable hadn’t told Forge or Dog about it. It would be stressful enough being surrounded by their enemies without worrying about things not going as planned. She’d rather call and tell Forge good news than disappoint him if she couldn’t get any useful information.

It was too good to be true. Only her second date with the cop and he was introducing her to the man they were after. Grass would hopefully be off guard at a social party and give away something the club could use. She’d keep her eyes and ears open for everything.

After a quick shower, she looked at her face under the harsh lights in the bathroom. How was she supposed to hide this bruise? She kept patting foundation over the blemishes, but it made it look worse. By the time she was done, she had way too much makeup on for her liking.

She should be going on a date with Dog, not Hank. Hopefully, she’d get enough information tonight that Forge would tell her to come home. She had no one in the world, not even her own family. The club and Dog were all she had.

When the doorbell rang a few minutes early, her heart jumped. She kept debating if she should have told Dog or Forge. What if something went wrong?

Sable took a cleansing breath and convinced herself she needed to be strong. She could do this. As soon as she opened the door, her nerves were on edge. She hated playing this cop, even if he was obnoxious.

“You look gorgeous,” he said. When he took her hand and kissed her knuckles, she cringed. The last thing she wanted was this man’s hands on her.

“Thank you.”

When he tried to step inside her place, she grabbed her purse from the table by the door. “I’m ready to go.”

“Okay.” He placed his hand at the small of her back and led her to his cruiser. She found it odd he’d use his police car for personal business. Even though he settled her into the passenger seat, she bristled. Since she was a kid, she’d been taught to fear the police. They were the enemy. There’d been so much talk about being in the back of a cruiser. They were never good stories.

“How far does your friend live?” she asked.

“Just outside the city. Don’t you know Luther Grass?”

She shook her head. “I don’t keep up with politics.”

“That’s right. You were raised with those heathens. You probably didn’t even get a proper education.”

Sable bit her tongue.

“Don’t you worry,” he said. “Things can only go up from here.”

“You’re right,” she said.

For the rest of the drive, he kept talking about the evils of MC life and the power he held in the police force. Once he parked the car, she exhaled her relief.

There were other expensive-looking cars lined up and outdoor lighting was already set up. As they entered the property, a waiter walked toward them with a silver tray of champagne flutes. Hank took two, handing her one.

She scanned the outdoor patios for Grass. Her mind kept reeling with questions she may ask without looking too suspicious. She was coming up blank.

“Sable, I’d like you to meet Luther Grass.”

She gasped and whirled around. Hank and Luther were staring right at her. She’d been so busy looking for him that she hadn’t been paying attention to her surroundings.

“Hello.”

He took her hand, holding a little too tight. “I’ve heard so much about you. We have so much to discuss.”

She swallowed hard. “I’m not very interesting.”

“But you have inside information that could help all of us—my campaign, Hank’s career, and your future. You’re a smart girl.”