Chapter One
CHAPTER ONE
REBECCA
It was my first assignment since I graduated from Quantico. The FBI started me as a field agent due to my high scores at the range and my analytical thinking abilities. I also managed to pull off every color of hair and still look natural. I was good at blending in. My first real case was in Memphis, Tennessee. I had grown up not far from there but moved away when I was just thirteen. Back then I was all legs, freckles and awkwardness. Thankfully I grew out of that stage and looked completely different now. I was very surprised to get my first case right out of the gate. My supervisor, Agent Morrissey, said I had a lot of promise. He also said that due to my build I would appeal to the mark. I was supposed to infiltrate a biker gang that was under investigation for the disappearance of several teenage girls over the last year. They didn’t make the connection at first but one of the guys started to get careless. He was flaunting his taste in sweet young things. We had a guy undercover as one of the members, but he had disappeared. Before they lost touch with him, he told them they were looking for a club bartender. As long as you did a good job and kept the members happy nobody messed with you. I was smart for my age and had graduated early. I was only twenty-two years old and looked younger when I didn’t wear much makeup. My hair was long and straight, hanging down to my ass. I usually wore it in a French braid or twisted up out of my way. I knew I had curves. I was five feet and four inches tall, weighed one hundred and thirty pounds most of it in my hips, thighs, ass and boobs. I was in great shape and had no trouble passing my physical fitness tests. I was just curvy and always would be. I was going undercover as Niki Laurens, bartender for Déjà vu in a sketchy part of town. I was going to make my way to the clubhouse and apply for the job. The story was that I had met Horse at the club, he mentioned they were looking for bartender for the clubhouse. We had met once before he went undercover. He was kind of an arrogant ass but at least if I ran into him, I would know what he looked like. We really thought he was either being tortured for information or was dead. I had my hair colored a pale blonde with violet highlights. I had a henna tattoo on the upper thigh of a dragon wrapped around a dagger. The gang was called the Dragon Knights. Personally, I thought it was a stupid name. I had met some bikers that were from a legit club. Not to say they were on the fully legit side, but they didn’t hurt women and children. These bikers had no morals and no conscience. They did however, agree to let me hang around a few weeks to learn how to tend bar and to get a feel for what to expect in the club life so I wasn’t thrown completely off guard when I got the job. Boomer said I was a natural behind the bar and with my looks as well as my ability to flirt but hold my own with the men that hit on me, I was a perfect fit. He said if I wasn’t an agent he would try to snap me up for their club. I just laughed. My background was built up. Niki Laurens was from south Alabama. Moving to Memphis right out of high school, she wanted some excitement in her life. I was to be a mix of innocence and brass. I applied for the job at the strip club a month ago and was hired on the spot. I saw Horse, a couple of times, but never spoke to him. He did sit at the bar, but we didn’t engage much. When he disappeared, they wanted me in the club to find out what was going on. The last teenager they took was the daughter of a Senator. She was well loved and had been acting out a little as most teens will do. She wasn’t really a bad seed though, so we think one of the guys tried to act like they were dating before taking her. Her name was Amy Collins, daughter to Senator John Adam Collins II. He was on a conversative ticket, was big on family values and was working on a crime bill. I had been shown a picture of her just in case I saw her on club property. I was to try to get her out if I did find her.
It was Friday night when I made my way to the Dragon Knights’ clubhouse. It was basically a large barn that had been renovated to house their members. I was dressed in cut-off shorts, a Harley tank top and some black cowboy boots. If I was going to be on my feet, then I wanted to be comfortable. I pulled up in a small pick-up truck. Parking on the side away from all the bikes I walked to the door. There were a couple of guys outside whistling and making lewd gestures at me. Gross. A big guy at the door with the name Spyder on his cut opened it and looked me over.
“We don’t need another club whore but if you are just looking to get laid tonight, I’ll take care of you.” He was still staring at my chest when I shook my head.
“I’m not here for that. I was told the club was looking for a bartender. That’s me.” I said with confidence. I looked at the big guy right in the eyes when I said it. He raised an eyebrow at me, then smirking gestured for me to come inside. “Skully, Joker get a load of this chic. She says she is our new bartender.”
I slowly looked around the room, clocking all the members. Some of them were engaged in sexual acts right in the middle of the room, some were playing pool but two of them were looking at me like I had lost my mind. They were heading our way.
“I’m Joker, what’s your name pretty?” he had taken my hand to shake it but was still holding it. What I really wanted was to wipe my hand on my jean shorts.
“I’m Niki, Horse said you were looking for someone to work your bar. I can mix drinks with the best of them.” Looking him in the eye I didn’t back down.
“Is that right? What about when the guys try to fuck you?” He looked around. “How are you going to handle that?”
“I don’t date bikers. I’m just here to work, if they think I’m eye candy then maybe they will tip better.” I had my hands on my hips at this point staring him down. This was my first assignment and I’d be damned if I left here without this job.
“I think I’m gonna have to pass babe, I don’t think you have what it takes to handle this crowd.” He started to walk away, and I grabbed a beer bottle off the bar and slammed it on the floor.
“Don’t fucking turn your back on me. I’m not done talking.” I yelled at him. The biker turned around with wide eyes at me, and I was suddenly worried I had gone too far but then his handsome face broke into a grin the side of Texas.
“You’re hired. You start tomorrow night at five. No dress code but what you have on will work just fine. Spyder let the guys know, hands off the new employee, for now.” Joker smirked and walked back to his buddy. He crooked his finger at one of the women and pushed her to her knees. I watched it because it was like a train wreck, and you couldn’t turn away. He unzipped his pants pulled out his hard cock and shoved it in her mouth. She sucked him for all she was worth, but his eyes never left my face. Fuck I needed to get out of here because I knew that in his mind, he was mouth fucking me not her. I gave him a little salute and left. Spyder walked me out and was about to warn the guys outside when one of them grabbed my ass. He started to intervene, but I grabbed a fistful of the guy’s nuts and clamped down with my nails squeezing him until he dropped like a rock, squealing like a little pig.
“Don’t ever fucking touch me unless I give you permission asshole. I sell drinks not my body. Capisce?” I looked down at the asshole writhing at my feet and he just nodded his agreement. Spyder laughed so loud I jumped.
“You’ll do, you’ll fucking do just fine. Roach, crawl your useless ass to your room before I decide to Raid your ass permanently.” I watched the guy hobble over to the clubhouse and I turned back to him nodding then I got in my truck and headed for the cheap apartment they rented me while I was here. It had to look legit. I pulled up to my apartment building right off of Hickory Hill and went inside. This place was a dump, but it was clean for now. Most of the wardrobe I had here consisted of the same things. I did have some regular jeans, leggings and shirts. Those were mostly for grocery shopping and comfort. I had a double chain on the door, and I had installed a deadbolt. I also slept with a chair wedged under the door and I had wood blocking the windows from being opened from the outside. After showering and throwing on a shirt, I crawled into bed and went to sleep.