Cocky (Spartan Riders Book 5) by J.C. Valentine

Author:J.C. Valentine [Valentine, J.C.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-07-29T18:30:00+00:00

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These meetings sucked, but when you got the kind of deal she was offered, you didn’t have a whole lot of choice in the matter.

Rena sat in the passenger seat of the blacked-out Cadillac, one agent on her left occupying the driver’s seat, and one in the back, hovering over her shoulder and hanging on every word. Both were armed, and she was certain they hadn’t come alone.

The Feds were sneaky like that. They always had a Plan B to a Plan A and a Plan C to a Plan B. The moment she’d signed on with them to do this gig, she’d basically signed her rights away.

Not that she was losing much. She wasn’t a free agent with or without them, but with any luck, after all was said and done, she would have a clean record and a clear path ahead. It would be the first time ever in her life that she wouldn’t have to look over her shoulder, worry about her next step, or have her past dogging her every move.

Being a felon had a way of ruining every good thing you tried to do in life. She couldn’t even get a decent job or apartment because she’d gotten into so much trouble.

It was just that trouble was so easy to find, and she enjoyed the adrenaline rush a little too much to quit.

But she was an adult now, and she wasn’t getting any younger. There came a point in everyone’s life that living off the land, constantly being on the move, and generally leading a nomadic life got old and tiring. It still made her shudder to think it, but she kinda wanted to be like her big sister, who had a stable life with actual things to her name—things that were worth something. Even if she didn’t have a lot, at least she had a little.

It was far more than Rena had to show for her years.

“I’ve spent countless hours with him, but he’s hard to pin down. He won’t let me get close enough to get anything solid.”

“Then you have to make him get closer,” the driver, Agent McKinnon she thought her name was, said with an edge to her voice that made Rena’s hackles flare.

“There is no making that man do anything. He’s a shot caller, not a pussy pushover,” Rena informed her, returning her ever-so-fake-polite attitude with a strained smile. “Manuel’s lips are sealed.”

“He’s a man. Use what God gave you. Given enough time, men always fold,” said the agent in the back who looked like she’d probably never even seen a man naked, let alone wanted to.

“I have. He’s not much of a talker if you know what I mean.” Manuel was a fucker. He opened his pants and his bed, but those delicious lips were sealed tight as a bank vault. Rena knew instinctively that he would never reveal his hand, not even to his closest confidants, of which she was almost certain didn’t exist.

“Look, Miss Grace, the deal is you get us what we need to take this guy down, and we scrub your record clean.

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