Thumper (Cerberus MC)
“We’re safer here,” she says.
Until we’re sold to the next evil bastard.
Chapter 14
Thumper
My skin grew itchy the second Angel escorted Cara out of my office. I don’t even want to think about the conversation I had with Lauren after that. She was pissed, livid that I even had the thought in my head to tell Cara the truth. She claims it could ruin everything, but I don’t understand her reasoning.
Cara knowing that I’m not a monster wouldn’t be the end of the world, but she had a point when she claimed I only wanted to do it for selfish reasons. I couldn’t come up with a better one on the spot or for the last hour I’ve been sitting here trying to think of something that would appease Lauren enough to tell her.
I’m not surprised when my door flies open, the doorknob creating an even bigger hole than it did the last time he came in here pissed at me.
“What?” I ask in a calm, disinterested voice.
My gun is on my lap, anticipating this showdown. I saw it in his eyes when he left earlier that things were about to change. He may be on the same side, or here for reasons other than making a little money in the skin trade, but I’m not willing to die on the chance that he isn’t.
“What the fuck are you doing to them in here?” he hisses, his fingers dangerously close to the gun I know he keeps tucked in his own waistband.
“That’s no concern of yours.”
“I told you that messing with the girls compromises them for the buyers. Customers don’t like their toys being played with.”
I blink up at him, my face a mask of disregard, but my pulse is pounding in my ears.
“Once they break, there’s no chance to fix that, and you can’t be using them up.”
I have to make a quick decision, a test to see if he’s more concerned about them or about the money he could potentially lose from me doing what he suspects I’ve been doing while I’ve been alone in here with Cara and then again with Lauren today.
“I’m not going to town as you suggested to fuck some local girl when I have a basement of available pussy.”
His jaw clenches, and I fight the urge to do the same. I hate the taste of those words coming out of my mouth.
“Do you know how tight unwilling pussy is?” I swallow the bile as it inches its way up my throat.
Angel comes in closer, the width of my desk the only space between us. The look in his eyes tells me everything I need to know.
He has an agenda, and it may not be working for the FBI, but he’s not here to sell women.
“Are you fucking FBI?”
He blinks.
“CIA? Homeland Security? A special task force?”
He backs away an inch, and I’ve had enough training to know he’s about to act out to prove that he’s none of the things I suggested.
His hand goes to his waistband when I lift my own weapon from my lap and lay it on the desk between us.
I’m taking the chance that he’s not willing to kill an unarmed man, but it’s a huge risk. If he honestly believes I’m the villain I’ve showed him and the women I am, then there’s nothing stopping him from pulling the trigger.
“My name is Special Agent Javier Sosa.”
His eyes flash with surprise and a hint of disbelief.
“I’m undercover with an FBI task force with the sole purpose of getting in with Gonzalo Sevilla’s crew to take him down.”
Angel’s head tilts to the side, the gun lowering an inch before he lifts it right back into firing position. “You hurt her. In a way, I understand what you did in front of Berto, but then you had me bring her to that room, and you fucking raped her again.”
There’s anger in his voice, but he’s not raising it or getting overly agitated. The man in front of me has made up his mind that I’m as good as dead, and even more so now that I’ve confessed who I am. It’s almost as if he believes that the real pieces of shit who do this day in and day out can’t help themselves, but I had a choice and decided to be just as vile as them.
“Lola is FBI as well,” I tell him, knowing if he needs more proof to keep from putting a bullet in my head, he’s going to find out anyway. I won’t tell him her real name. That’s something she’ll have to share with him herself.
“I’m not very familiar with the operations of the FBI, but I doubt that a woman joined the FBI accepting that she was going to be raped by a colleague.”
“Can I show you something?” I keep my hands slightly elevated, waiting for him to answer. When he doesn’t, I know it’s just one more way for him to feel justified when he pulls the trigger. “Watch this video.”