Loving The Biker (MC Biker Romance) by Cassie Alexandra, K.L. Middleton Page A

was always working.
    “Pete is with Ronnie,” said Chips. “Making a pit stop at the bank.”
    “And what about the rest of the employees?” I asked.
    “I don’t know where they went,” said Chips, glancing around the dining room. “They must have decided to cut early for the day.”
    “I sent them away,” said the woman. “And told the cashier to call the cops.”
    “She obviously didn’t. They’d be here by now,” said Gomer as he stepped back around me.
    I quickly pulled out my pistol and grabbed him by the collar. “Don’t move or I’ll put a bullet through your head,” I said, shoving the gun against his temple.
    Gomer raised his hands in the air. “I’m not moving. Relax.”
    “What the fuck you doing?” hollered Chips, glaring at me.
    “Let her go,” I ordered.
    “Why? This bitch is a cop. Why do you care what happens to her?” asked Chips.
    I ignored his question. “Do it or I’ll pull the fucking trigger,” I said sharply. “Gomer’s brains will be all over this place. I’m sure Bogie will love to hear how you chose a piece of tail over a brother. Especially his .”
    Bogie was Gomer’s older brother. He was also the most unstable member of the Devil’s Rangers. He’d once killed a UPS driver after the guy had stepped on his freshly seeded lawn. He’d also threatened a neighbor, whose Cottonwood trees had sent seeds over to his property. The man had been so terrified that he’d spent thousands of dollars to have them all cut down. To say that Bogie was a crazy fucker was an understatement. One thing for certain, however, he loved his younger Gomer and would kill Chips if anything happened to him.
    Staring at me with hatred, Chips lowered the knife and pushed her away.
    “Now, you’d better let him go if you know what’s good for you,” said Chips.
    Before I could do anything, however, the angry chick straightened out her jacket and turned around. “Put the knife down.”
    He grunted at her. “Whatever.”
    “I’m only going to ask you one more time…” she said coldly.
    “Fuck you, bitch,” he answered. “Scram!”
    Her eyes narrowed.
    Chips grinned darkly. “Unless you really do want me to fuck you.”
    I could tell that comment made her even angrier. I was about to tell her to get lost when all of a sudden, she cried out in rage and then performed a roundhouse kick, her shoe connecting with his chin so hard, that even I could feel it in my jaw. Grunting in pain, Chips fell backward, dropping the knife.
    She quickly picked it up and pointed it down at him. “Get your ass off of the floor. Now!” she ordered.
    Chips spit out blood. “Fuck you, bitch!” he growled, crawling backward.
    “Fine. Stay down there, asshole.” She reached into her blazer and pulled out her cell phone. She dialed 9-1-1 and told them that she was an officer and needed assistance. Then she gave the operator the address.
    Still glaring at the cop, Chips stood up and then looked at me. “Enough is enough. Let him go so we can all get the fuck out of here
    The woman took a step toward me. “Don’t you dare. In fact,” she held out her hand. “Give me your gun.”
    “Sorry. No can do,” I told her.
    Mumbling to herself, the woman pulled out her badge. “My name is Detective Terin O’Brien and I’m with the Jensen City Police Department. Give me your weapon.”
    “Fuck this,” said Chips. He turned, ran down the hall, and out of the back of the deli.
    “Dammit! Don’t you dare let that one go!” she ordered, running off after him.
    “You’re not really going to turn me in, are you?” asked Gomer angrily.
    “Maybe I should I mean, you were going to rape her,” I said. “That’s pretty fucked up.”
    “What are you, some kind of saint now?” he asked with disgust.
    “I’m certainly not a rapist but that doesn’t make me a fucking saint either.”
    The sound of sirens in the distance made both of us swear.
    “Get the fuck out of here,” I said, releasing