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like a slice of heaven on a lake. A slice of wealth mixed with all the peacefulness and serenity that nature has to offer. Lucky bastard.
    “Agent Bentley James,” I say, extending my hand to the feisty brunette.
    “Clara Napoli, but I gather you already know that,” she replies, raising an eyebrow.
    “One can never be too polite.”
    “Oh bullshit. Social graces are for fools. Come on, pick a seat. Apparently we have crap to discuss that my husband has refused to enlighten me about until you arrived.” She narrows her eyes at Dominic as she moves to a large plush chair and plops down in it, tucking her legs up underneath her. Dominic sighs and shakes his head slightly before taking a seat on the couch. I sit in the armchair next to Clara’s, anxious to get this conversation underway.
    “I want to get something out in the open before we dive in here,” I start.
    Clara nods as does Dominic so I continue. “Pepper Philips and I were involved before. I was on another case that involved her. They’ve assigned me to this case because I might have better insight given our history.”
    “Holy hell, you’re hot ATF guy?” Clara chortles. “This is freakin’ priceless! Sawyer is going to shit himself.”
    “Clara,” Dominic interrupts.
    “Sorry, but... come on Dom, ” she says.
    “So...apparently I’m famous,” I cut in, looking between the two, surprised that Pepper shared any information about me.
    “You are more like...notable.” Clara chuckles. I’m beginning to think they know a lot more about me than I want them to.
    “Notable?” I question.
    “Yeah, like worthy of notice but not famous. You’re notable in the Pepper-Sawyer-messed-up-history-slash-falling-in-love kind of way. Quite frankly anyone who can make Sawyer steaming jealous with little to no interaction gets my seal of approval. He’s a hard nut to crack sometimes and needed the kick in the ass you provided,” she rambles. Jesus. Women .
    “Let’s focus,” Dominic cuts in. I nod my head in agreement and Clara snaps her mouth closed.
    “So, Dominic, Agent Douglas, my superior, gave me the general details of the case. Torren Delanti has contacted you, correct?”
    “He has. He wants to partner our talents together to open a few new clubs around the U.S.”
    “Your talents?” I ask.
    “My clubs, Agent James, are very lucrative. Mr. Delanti seems to have some real estate in prime locations that need developing. He suggested we take a sixty-forty percentage from the clubs’ profits. The ten percent in his favor is in lieu of me buying the land.”
    “So he retains the property. In his name?” I ask.
    “Yes, it seems he just wants my name and reputation on the face of these new clubs.”
    “Are you aware of his...extracurricular activities?” I ask.
    “I was enlightened when your superior called me.”
    “What in the ever-loving-shit are you two talking about?” Clara butts in. Her eyes are narrowed in concentration as she tries to make sense of our conversation.
    “Torren Delanti is a notorious drug and gun runner. The DEA and ATF have been trying to nail him for years now. Here’s where things get tricky.” I continue, “Some of our undercover agents have heard chatter that Torren will use the club as a front, keeping his name out of things by having Dominic’s name plastered all over the face of this endeavor. The clubs will be a safe house of sorts for storing and shipping guns and more than likely drugs. However, I’m not DEA so I only speculate on that end.”
    “No,” Clara states to Dominic. Her posture is rigid and she looks completely irritated and ready to throw down.
    “Clara,” he refutes firmly, standing his ground.
    “Hang on, Clara,” I interrupt before this turns into a domestic violence dispute. “We haven’t even reached the key part yet. Torren’s cousin is Carmine Delanti. The Mayhem MC brother who, two years ago, was prospecting with your business partner Sawyer.”
    “I know who Carmine