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the doorbell interrupted Miriam's self-pleasuring, making her jolt in surprise. She jumped to her feet and guiltily wiped her pleasure stained fingers on the sofa before straightening herself out. Who the hell would call on her at this time of day, anyway? If Spider or Nicole needed something, they could just call her on her cell phone. In any case, there was only one way to find out who it was. Cursing in sexual frustration, Miriam made her way to the front door and opened it. She froze completely when she saw who it was.
     

 
    CHAPTER EIGHT
     
    Dressed in an ATF uniform, the well-built agent had wavy brown hair and piercing blue eyes. It had only been four years, but he'd barely changed.
     
    "Good to see you, Miriam," said Agent Bradley McMahon.
     
    Miriam's response was to try and slam the door in his face, but Brad put out a hand and held the door open.
     
    "We need to talk," said Brad, sounding completely sincere, "it's important."
     
    "Unless you have a warrant, you should fuck off, you double crossing piece of shit!" Miriam snarled uncooperatively as she struggled with the door.
     
    "If you won't hear me out I can come back with a warrant and force you to listen." said Brad, patiently holding the door open. Miriam scowled angrily at her federal ex-boyfriend before finally capitulating.
     
    "Wipe your feet and follow me," she ordered, releasing the door. Brad duly wiped his feet and stepped inside, shutting the door behind him.
     
    In that instant, Miriam seriously considered making a run for her bedroom and fetching the Colt .45 she kept in her wardrobe. One bullet through his brain and it would all be over. But of course she knew she couldn’t do that; as much as she hated Brad, if she were to murder a federal agent--assuming he didn’t shoot her first--the consequences would be far worse for all concerned. She would go to prison for the rest of her life and Emily would be taken away and put in the system; not to mention the Feds would have every reason to search the Seraphim’s clubhouse and other properties, leading inevitably to the discovery of their stash of stolen car parts and remaining stockpile of illegal arms. Brad was an ATF agent, and probably a highly decorated one by now; if she killed him, or harmed him in anyway, the Speeding Seraphim would be finished.
     
    Brad followed Miriam into the living room and took a seat whilst she sat opposite him on the sofa and glared at him, waiting for him to explain himself.
     
    “I just wanted to check up on you and Emily.” said Brad.
     
    “The Seraphim are out of the gun-running business, Brad.” Miriam replied, refusing to believe him, “There’s nothing illegal here.”
     
    “I know,” said Brad, “your buddies have moved on to cutting up stolen cars and selling the parts on the black market.”
     
    “If you had proof, you’d have arrested us all by now.” Miriam said confidently.
     
    “Relax, Miriam, there’s no room for ‘carjacking’ in the ATF acronym. The truth is the Seraphim are now well below my pay grade.”
     
    “Then what the fuck are you doing here?” Miriam demanded.
     
    “Like I said, I’m seeing how you’re doing.”
     
    “You mean in the four years since you killed my boyfriend in front of me?” Miriam shot back bitterly, “Emily and I were doing just fine before that same ATF agent showed up on my doorstep again.”
     
    “Look Miriam, I know I was pretty cold to you that day,” said Brad, remaining calmly defensive, “but who do you think got those arms smuggling charges against you dropped so you could live a free woman, not to mention attempted murder of a federal agent?”
     
    “You sabotaged that gun,” Miriam pointed out, “then goaded me into pulling the trigger. How the fuck was it attempted murder when you knew it wouldn’t go off?”
     
    “Because you thought it would.”
     
    “And all this means what exactly?” was Miriam’s hostile reply, “that we’re even?”
     
    “It