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would make sure she
didn’t get prosecuted for her involvement. But it was a big risk. She was going
to have to do things that would put her in a lot of danger and a part of him
didn’t want her to have to do that, probably the same part of him that thought
fucking her was a good idea.
    He knew better than to get involved with an informant, knew
he needed to keep all focus on the mission, but when she flaunted those curves
in front of him he couldn’t say no. Or at least he didn’t want to.
    There was a difference.
    “Hey, Mason, I’ve got something big. Can you meet me at
Fatboys in fifteen?”
    “Sure, man. See you there.” Mason knew what was going on
without explanation, knew Blake wasn’t in a position to divulge any details
over the phone and didn’t waste any time trying to find out any more about the
case. They had been partners for Blake’s first four years at the DEA and Blake
trusted Mason with his life. This was a typical meeting spot when he went
undercover, Mason knew the drill.
    Blake grabbed the backpack with the drugs in it, threw it
into his duffel bag. He had to take the drugs along to protect them and make
sure she didn’t run, and he had to hide them from anyone who might be watching.
Blake locked her door and shut it tightly before he left.
    Fifteen minutes later he pulled into the parking lot. He
hated leaving Crystal alone, but she did need to sleep and he had a job to do.
Dragging her along to this meeting wasn’t a good idea. He needed to keep some
things secret, just in case she was playing both sides.
    There were a couple cars and probably ten bikes in the
parking lot, so the place would be busy enough to provide the cover of
background noise to keep anyone from overhearing the conversation he and Mason
needed to have but not so busy they wouldn’t be able to find a secluded spot to
talk.
    He didn’t see Mason’s car yet but Blake was early and Mason
had a longer drive.
    Blake slammed the piece-of-crap undercover car’s door shut
and started his walk across the parking lot. A man in a black leather vest and
jeans and a woman wearing a leather bra came through the parking lot and
climbed onto one of the bikes.
    Crystal would look damn good in leather and perfect with a
studded collar around her neck. His cock went half-hard just thinking about it
but right now he needed to keep his mind on work and his dick in his pants.
Lusting after Crystal couldn’t bring good things. He couldn’t let himself be
distracted no matter how much she turned him on.
    Blake walked into the bar and up to the counter. “I’ll take
two Bud Lights.”
    “Sure, honey, I’ll be right back.” The dark-haired waitress
gave him an empty smile before she walked to the cooler at the opposite end of
the bar and bent over to pull out his beers.
    If he had to guess, he would say the woman was in her late
forties and she looked as if she had been “rode hard and put up wet” more than
once. Her skin barely covered her bony elbows and shoulders, and all the dark
makeup she wore couldn’t hide the bags under her eyes.
    Blake slid a twenty across the bar and waited for the woman
to deliver the beers.
    “Here you are. I’ll be right back with your change.” She
grabbed the twenty and turned toward the cash register.
    “Keep it.” She looked as if she could use an extra burger
and fries. Hopefully that was what she would spend the money on and not crack.
    “Thank you.” She smiled a real smile at him this time.
    Blake wasn’t exactly in the mood for a beer but you couldn’t
sit in a biker bar without one. Not if you wanted to fit in. Fitting in was key
to staying alive in his career.
    He carried the beers over to a booth in the back far corner
of the room and sat with his back against the wall, in a position where he
could see most of the people in there. A couple sips of beer later, Mason
walked through the door. He spotted Blake right away and walked straight over
to the booth.
    “Thanks, man.” Mason