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had a cozy, suburban life together, minus the crippling mortgage debts.
     
    Emily was worn out, as three year olds often were in the afternoon, so Miriam put her to bed for a nap. Once Emily had dozed off in her room, Miriam stashed her money away in the safe with the rest of her hard-earned cash before taking a shower and changing into something more comfortable. She lay down on the sofa and switched on the TV, but with nothing interesting to watch, she turned it off again and sprawled herself out on the cushions in an effort to relax.
     
    The warm afternoon sunshine bathing her body through the blinds was immensely soothing, and Miriam found her worries dissolving away. But they wouldn’t disappear completely, and seeing that SUV waiting outside Emily's school continued to bother her. With three of their number in jail, the Speeding Seraphim were in no position to take on more heat from the ATF or anyone else. If it really was a federal agency vehicle, she'd have to tell the gang as soon as possible so they could plan accordingly.
     
    But what if it were Brad in the vehicle? As much as Miriam hoped she'd never have to run into him again, she couldn't rule it out. Maybe the ATF was planning another operation in the region and wanted to recruit her as an informer against the Seraphim. That would be a guaranteed death sentence if she were found out; not to mention she'd sooner put a bullet in Brad's head than trust him a second time. Would he really have the gall to come see her again after what had happened between them?
     
    Miriam tried to banish anymore thoughts of Brad from her mind and just drift off to sleep; but the more she tried not to think about Brad, the more he kept popping up in her thoughts. Most intrusive of all were the memories of her night with Brad, the most intense coupling she'd experienced in years. Even though the only good consequence of spreading her legs for the enemy had been Emily, she still couldn't do away with the genuine excitement those memories evoked. More confusing still, a large part of her didn't want to. In spite of her present worries and fears for the future, basking in the afternoon sun was making Miriam's body feel warm and fuzzy; she could even feel a wet sensation starting to bloom in the crotch of her panties.
     
    Miriam's hand slipped down unbidden between her legs, taking a hold of her groin and rubbing it gently through the material of her sweatpants. She hated Brad for deceiving her and killing Bear in front of her, and she hated herself for betraying Bear and potentially the Speeding Seraphim by having the child of the same ATF agent who'd killed her boyfriend, but there was something inexplicably arousing about what she’d done and--for the time being, at least--had successfully gotten away with. She'd slept with the enemy and given birth to his child, committing the ultimate deceit against the people who'd been her family for fourteen years; and she had yet to be caught.
     
    Miriam slipped her fingers down into her sweatpants and began rubbing her clitoris in slow circles, causing a fiery tingling to build up in her belly. As her eyes rolled back in response to the pleasure, she couldn't help but picture Brad on top of her in all his naked glory, pinning her wrists to the bed and thrusting into her like a champion bull. The ATF had been chasing the Speeding Seraphim for at least a year before the raid that ended their gun-running business; had Brad known that he was screwing the girlfriend of the gang leader he'd been hunting for so long? The thought was deliciously dirty in Miriam's mind as she embraced the scale of the betrayal she'd committed ostensibly for the good of the club. Perhaps the real reason she hated Brad for double-crossing her was that it reminded her of what a lying hypocrite she was. That was nothing to be proud of, and Miriam certainly didn't feel proud of it, but there was no harm in fantasizing in the security of her own home.
     
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