Betraying Beauty (Sons of Lucifer MC): Vegas Titans Series by Loren Celia

Author:Loren, Celia [Loren, Celia]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Publisher: Hearts Collective Publishing
Published: 2014-12-17T08:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

Harper

The next few weeks are a blur of paperwork, phone calls, meetings, and research as I dive headfirst into hardball lawyer mode. It makes it easier not to think or feel about personal things, as does the fact that I haven’t actually talked to Dominic about anything other than The Tunders, Colt, and the Depraved Club since I started working on the case. Which is probably a good thing. Now I can bury myself in my comfort zone: work.

Though Dominic’s been true to our agreement and has let me use my real office half the time, I’ve mostly camped out in a small meeting room at the Sons of Lucifer Clubhouse. It’s like being inside a medieval fortress, except instead of armor everyone’s wearing leather and it smells like tequila all the time. Also, people are usually having sex in the hallway or in the main bar area. But hey, that probably happened in medieval fortresses too.

Dominic says it’s safer for me to work out of the clubhouse, but I know it’s probably all really just to keep an eye on me. The Sons of Lucifer are sticking to me like white on rice, which is ok, because it means that no one really messes with me. I have bodyguards all the time. And when I do have to go in to the office, I have my own personal outlaw motorcade.

Dominic’s also made sure I have a guard even inside the clubhouse, usually a familiar biker like Dirtbeard or Charlie Foxtrot. They sit morosely in the corner with a newspaper or stream TV shows on their smart-phones or sometimes accidentally doze off while I wade through the crazy frantic discovery phase. I know they hate babysitting me, and they know I hate the way the place smells. We’ve reached a mutual agreement to just not talk about it, and so my working hours pass by in a productive silence. Then I’m escorted to a cell-like room with a bunk bed and locked in with River and another guard for the night. It’s not exactly homey, but the case is so time-consuming I’ve barely noticed.

My first presentation before the grand jury is in two days, and I want to make sure I have all my ducks in a row to prove we have a legitimate case to indict Colt for a full trial. Dirtbeard is guarding me in the windowless back office, which was probably supposed to be a closet. His nose and dirty beard are obscured by an issue of Consumer Report, and today we didn’t even bother to say hi to each other: a nod sufficed.

I’m seated at the desk in a wobbly swivel-chair, cross-referencing River’s deposition and some subpoenaed tax documents of the domestic division of Leviathan Corporation, connecting the dots between Colt’s criminal activity and his cash-flow, when there’s a soft rap on the door. It’s the right combination of taps: the signal from Dominic.

Dirtbeard lets the boss in and leaves us alone together. Dominic has

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