Electra Chapter 19
When Swerve and I got up yesterday morning, Annette was long gone.
When we asked what happened with her, all the guys would say was that she wouldn’t bother us again, and the Horsemen no longer employed her.
I felt a bit let down. I wanted to punch the shit out of her, especially when she made her comment about Swerve being a cripple.
Anyone coming at my old man with that shit had better be prepared to defend themselves.
Swerve wasn’t lacking as a man. Hell, he was a bigger one than most men who had full use of their entire bodies.
When I told him that, he’d eaten my pussy until I begged for him to stop after the third orgasm, then made love to me until I was worn out and had to take a nap.
Besides Annette, the other thing we spent time on was preparing for the arrival of the organ traders whenever they came.
We had to decide where to make our final stand with them.
For some reason, I thought it was all in the hands of the Horsemen, but I discovered moments ago that I was wrong.
I was still stunned. Sitting at a table was the Director of the FBI and a man whom he simply identified as Anderson.
I’d been in the Bureau and had heard talk when Rhodes’s dad was alive of a man named Anderson.
He was cloaked in mystery. A man people claimed not to know who he worked for, yet he could get results out of any agency.
They respected him and didn’t want to risk pissing him off.
Having him show up with our director was one shock, but finding out the Horsemen knew him was a bigger one.
When he walked in, he greeted them by name, and they shook hands and slapped each other on the back in greeting. When it came our turn to be introduced, he’d shaken Rhodes’s hand and then paused after taking mine.
“So this is Electra Prescott. I’ve heard a lot of great things about you, Special Agent Prescott. We should talk after this is over. I have some thoughts I’d like to run by you.”
“Hey, no poaching my people, Anderson,” Director Whitehall told him.
“It’s not poaching if I can give her freedoms that she can’t get at the FBI.
Even if she works for me, ultimately, the nation benefits, Michael.
Surely, you know that by now. With her connection to the Horsemen, she becomes an even more valuable asset for my team.
You know that she’ll have to straddle two worlds even though the Horsemen and their friends aren’t outlaw MCs. ”
The director shook his head. “I still can’t believe you trust a bunch of bikers with the safety of our nation and our citizens, Anderson,” he muttered.
“And I can’t believe you still question it when you know the results they achieve.
Your loss is my gain. It’s why Agent Prescott will have greater freedom being a part of my team than yours.
No offense. She’d still be available for consultations and cross-team activities.
Just something for you to think about.” He directed the last directly to me.
I wouldn’t lie to myself. I was intrigued.
Even if I didn’t know precisely who Anderson worked for or what he did, the mystery would add to the excitement.
I derived immense satisfaction from seeing the good I had done.
Ensuring that criminals got what they deserved for punishment, those who harm others again and again, were the ones I truly loved to bring down.
Maybe there was a mixture of vengeance and justice to it.
By then, they had taken seats in the common area.
I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do.
Did I stay? Swerve took the decision out of my hands.
He latched on to my hand, squeezed it, then tugged on me.
I went where he led, which was straight to the table where the director and Anderson were.
Others were gathering. I noted they were the officers of the Horsemen along with Rhodes.
He wore a frown. He’d heard what our boss and Anderson said, and he disliked it.
“Sit there, you two.” Diablo pointed to spots about halfway down one side of the table. A chair was shoved aside so Swerve could park his wheelchair there. I took a seat on his right.
When Diablo was satisfied with the faces around the table and the fact that the rest of the club stood nearby, listening, he got the conversation rolling.
“I’ve gotta say, I wasn’t expecting either of you to come here, but especially you, Anderson. It’s been a while.”
“It has been too long, Diablo. I thought it was time to become reacquainted. And since I was in Tennessee seeing Zara, Demon, and the kids, it was easy just to keep driving in a southerly direction.” He flashed a smile.
Wow, Anderson was an older man—probably in his fifties—but damn, he was a silver fox.
I wondered if he was married or had a girlfriend.
I saw no ring on his finger, but that didn’t always tell you anything.
Some married men choose not to wear one.
I had news for Swerve. If we ever got married, he’d better wear a damn ring.
My man was too good-looking for him not to have external signs announcing he was taken.
And those were no guarantees with a particular breed of women.
In their cases, a nice ass beating usually did the trick.
“It has been a while. How is Zara and the family?” Swerve’s president asked cordially.
“Good, damn good. I swear, those kids are growing so freaking fast. And Zara is still in love with that bastard Demon, so I let him live,” he grumbled.
“You know he treats her like a queen and adores her,” Dare interjected.
Anderson grinned. “That’s why I let him live.
It was a close call when he fucked up and hurt her in the beginning, but he pulled his head out of his ass and made it right.
I hear congratulations are in order for two of your men.
I already told you how happy I was that you got Jauhnna and your kids, Diablo.
Now, you have two more. Scorpion, good deal on finding your lady.
“And Swerve.” His gaze landed on us. “You seem to have gotten the amazing Agent Prescott. Not an easy feat, I want you to know. Since she’s the focus of this meeting, I want it clear that she has the backing of the US government agencies to take out these organ trading sons of bitches.
They come for one of ours and we’ll ram justice down their throats so far, they’ll be shitting red, white, and blue for a month,” he growled.
His remark had the Horsemen chuckling, muttering in agreement, and nodding their heads. Director Whitehall was scowling. Rhodes wore a curiously bland expression.
“Thank you, sir. I believe you’re right.
I have no idea how I won her heart, but I’m thankful as hell, which makes me anxious to resolve this threat so she and I can get on with our lives.
Am I to assume, since you and the director are here, that you have a plan to achieve that? Or is it resources for us?”
“I’m here to ensure that Agent Prescott remains safe, and to let everyone know that if these traders come after her, the FBI will take care of them. Your club is to stand down,” Whitehall ordered.
I raised an eyebrow at him, then glanced over to Diablo. The Horsemen didn’t take orders from the FBI. He was staring at Whitehall, and my man was biting his tongue. I could tell by the way his jaw was positioned.
“And just how is the FBI going to deal with them? What resources are you bringing in to handle them?” Diablo asked softly.
“That’s none of your business. Just know that two agents will be assigned to Prescott. It would be best if she went to a safe house immediately. And Prescott, no one can know where that is. Supervisory Special Agent Boone will help oversee this assignment.”
Swerve’s anger was building. As if I read his mind, I knew he was thinking there was no way in hell he would let me leave the safety of the compound with a couple of agents to go to an undisclosed safe house. It was doubly a no when there was probably a traitor or traitors in the agency.
“Sir, if you recall our previous conversation, it’s unsafe for Agent Prescott to go to one of our safe houses.
Information gathered indicates someone within the agency leaked her true identity to these organ traders.
I’m still working to identify the traitor or traitors.
That’s why she’s here with the Horsemen,” Rhodes hastily explained.
Whitehall waved his hand as if dismissing everything Boone said.
“That’s only hearsay, Boone. There is no evidence to suggest that anyone within our agency was involved.
Somewhere during a recent assignment, Agent Prescott did something that gave away her identity, which is the likeliest reason.
Now, I know that she’s tasked with primarily going after those kinds of people, and why.
However, I believe it’s become too much for her.
It happens to agents. It’s time to have her reassigned to another task force or division.
Let someone else work to bring these traffickers to justice. ”
Before Boone said anything in reply, I did. “Respectfully, Director, that’s not true. I did nothing to expose myself, and I’m not burned out, which is what you’re implying. I’m excellent at my job, and I get results. I’m not interested in changing task forces or working somewhere else.”
“Well, Prescott, that’s not your decision. You’ll do as you’re commanded, and what is needed by your agency,” Whitehall gruffly replied.
“So, you’re saying that you’re willing to risk her life on the assumption that the FBI doesn’t have a traitor. What if you’re wrong?” Swerve snapped.
Whitehall ran his eyes over him, and I knew he was dismissing Swerve based on the chair. Let him think he wasn’t a threat. But if the FBI tried to have me removed from the compound, he’d find out how mistaken he was. My man narrowed his eyes at the director.