Chapter 15
A quick trip to a secondhand store netted the majority of the clothing they needed to blend in at the Leather plus you, it’s five. Do I need to send some over from Maui?”
“God, I hope not,” Teller said. “I’m considering doing a stakeout instead of going into the bar. It would be easier to corner Travis alone for questioning.”
“And you won’t have to put Sachie in danger by taking her into the bar,” Hawk added.
“Exactly,” Teller said. “George’s four-man team can wait outside as well. If we need to go in, they’ll be there.”
“I like that better than storming a bar full of motorcycle club gang members. I ran the bar name by Swede. He’s doing research now.”
“Good. He’s next on my list to call.”
“Then I won’t hold you up,” Hawk said. “Make sure you work with George’s team and gear up with comm equipment. You’ll want to be able to communicate in case you need to split up.”
“Roger,” Teller said. “I’ll let you know how it goes.”
“Out here,” Hawk said.
Teller ended that call and placed one to George, arranging a time and place to meet.
George had communications equipment that would help them keep in touch without relying on their cell phones.
The Brotherhood Protectors had an array of radio headsets, much like they’d used on special operations missions all over the world.
When they met, they could discuss the plan and be ready for whatever scenario unfolded.
Before he could call Swede, the bathroom door opened, and Sachie emerged in a cloud of steam, wearing a long, loose T-shirt that hung down to mid-thigh and with a towel wrapped turban-style around her hair. Barefoot and makeup-free, she was sexy as hell.
For a moment, all Teller could do was stare at her, noting her long, slender legs and the way her breasts made points against the fabric of the shirt.
When he brought his focus up to her eyes, she met his gaze and held it.
“The bathroom’s all yours,” she said softly.
Teller wanted to say something but couldn’t think of anything other than how beautiful she was. Unsure of what her response might be, and not wanting to make things awkward, he bit down hard on his tongue, grabbed his bag and ducked into the bathroom.
He spent a solid ten minutes beneath a cool spray, hoping to bring his desire in check. By the time he’d dried off and dressed in a pair of shorts, he was able to walk out of the bathroom without an embarrassing tent in his shorts. He considered that a win.
Until he stepped into the room and found Sachie seated on one of the beds, one of her legs stretched out in front of her, the other bent.
She’d pulled the turban off her head and had brushed her damp, long blond hair back from her forehead, exposing the fine bones of her cheeks and the length of her neck.
Yeah, he wasn’t as in control of his desire as he’d thought. As his groin tightened, Teller turned away.
His cell phone chirped, indicating an incoming text.
It gave Teller something else to think about other than his obsession with the woman on the bed.
The text was from Swede. He’d been the next call he was going to make after he’d showered.
He brought up the message, which was an image of a tattoo on a man’s arm.
The tattoo was a pyramid with an eye in the middle that was strangely familiar.
Teller’s phone chirped with another incoming text from Swede. This one had a link.