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putting herself in the line of fire of not only every cop in the Louisville, Kentucky area, but those in the United States of America as well. The guy he was dealing with was an ICE agent and he had federal jurisdiction. Talon also knew she would definitely need his help when she interviewed the convicts. He knew for a fact that his cellmate was scared of him so he could, and would, use it to their advantage. He had connections with more than one inmate at that jail and if she needed to question one of them, he could make it happen. Even outside of the case, Grace was going to need Talon to watch over her when she’s around his brothers at the club. This was just too good… The woman he had labeled lawyer lady was becoming more dependent on him by the hour and she didn’t even know it. Grace couldn’t have found a better protector though. When she went to bat for Talon, she had gained his allegiance. Loyalty went a long fucking way where he came from; it went a long way with his club too.
    He couldn’t shake the thought that dealing with this ICE agent was going to be a lot fucking harder than she seemed to anticipate it being. She would need his help for sure. Of anything that could be going on, this was a major fucking deal. Hell, if it was another club, they could just blow the motherfuckers up and be done with it but because it was a cop, an agent, it took things to a whole new level. Little Miss Sunshine might just find out she needed him more than she thought she did. He liked the thought of that. She was going to find out once he gets his talons in, he would be predator and she would be his prey…

Chapter Eight
    The ICE agent eyed the man with a look as cold and aloof as his job title implied. Finally, after what seemed like forever to the man behind the bars, the agent spoke. “Did you do as I instructed you?”
    The inmate looked down, unable to maintain eye contact with the imposing man outside the bars, and reached into his pocket. “It’s all there on tape.”
    Truth be told, the convict was impressed with the way Derrick had gotten a guard to slip him a recorder. He handed it to the agent but still wouldn’t look at him.
    “What the fuck is wrong with you? Look at me!” He was pissing the agent off acting like he was shocked by how easily he was able to get past the prison guards and protocol. He was a criminal and he, of all people, should know that for the right price, guards could be bought. Derrick was certain he was also confused about why he was doing surveillance on his own partner.
    This particular convict was a fucking serial killer and yet he was acting like he was scared shitless of the agent. Go figure. Derrick chuckled as the prisoner looked down at the combat boots he always wore; they both knew they were nothing but shit kicking boots. The agent was a sadistic motherfucker and had done more than his fair share of kicking heads in with them.
    “Give me the fucking recorder,” he demanded, jerking it from the inmate’s hand. He paused and grabbed the man’s wrist, twisting it until he cried out. It was music to Derrick’s sadistic ears. “If you ever utter a fucking word to her about our arrangement, I’ll have all of your commissary and visiting privileges taken away and that’s after I have your face ground into hamburger meat.” Truth be told, the agent was completely fixated on his partner to the point of obsession.
    Derrick made certain the prisoner heard his sadistic laugh that echoed through the jailhouse corridor as he left. The jailed man had knowledge of the agent’s past handiwork and wanted nothing to do with it. If Derrick couldn’t get his hands on you, then he had connections who could. Serial killer or not, the guy didn’t want to fuck with this agent.
    Derrick made his way across the street and into his office where he had a major mind-fuck planned for his partner. She watched him as he made his way towards her and sat on her desk.
    “What is your problem,