Meeting Danger (Danger #1) by Allyson Simonian, Caila Jaynes Read Free Book Online Page B

he reached his motel room, a dingy room with threadbare furnishings he could rent by the week, he shuffled through the pages he’d been given. The application for employment was five pages long but the application for membership in the Wicked Disciples was twice that. The detailed pages asked for everything from credit scores to marital history.
    He was sitting on the bed, shaking his head in amazement at the irony of an MC going all corporate as his cell phone rang.
    “What are you doing?” Grayson asked.
    “I’m about to fill out the Wicked Disciples’ membership application. Man, you should see this thing. What we had to fill out for the task force wasn’t anywhere near as long.”
    Grayson chuckled. “You got a Social Security number you can use?”
    “Yeah.”
    Camden had been e-mailed one by their admin at Phoenix, Joanne. All he needed was to accidentally put his own down. He was as good as dead if he made a mistake like that. And he’d need to come up with a cover for the rest of the information the pages requested too.
    “I’m glad you took this assignment,” Grayson said.
    Camden set the papers onto the rickety nightstand. “Me too. You’d be in trouble here. You can’t fix a bike for shit.”
    Grayson laughed. “True, but that’s not what I mean.”
    “Things have been all right so far.”
    “And they’re going to stay that way. You’ll see.”
    As he listened to his friend, Camden kicked off his motorcycle boots and settled his feet on the bed before leaning back against the headboard.
    The one good thing about this assignment was that it was keeping him busy. The guilt over Caleb’s death hadn’t weighed as heavily this past month, and the feeling of dread from the other day had also subsided. It had probably just been the jitters that came with starting a new assignment.

CHAPTER 11
    Scranton, Pennsylvania
    On a Friday evening, Camden stood locking the front door of the Wrench. He’d been working at the bike shop for two weeks now. Conditional membership in the Wicked Disciples had also been granted this past week.
    He’d spent nearly all his free time with the brothers. Typically, the men passed their evenings by playing cards and drinking beer inside their clubhouse. Tonight, though, they were meeting up at a bar.
    Camden pulled out his phone as he walked toward his bike, whose license plate had been replaced by one provided by the task force to support his cover, and dialed Eli.
    “I might be late checking in tonight. The brothers are meeting downtown.”
    “Got anything new?” Eli asked.
    Camden sighed. “Unfortunately no. Still no sign of the heroin production.”
    “Think they’re farming out the work?”
    “Well, I can tell you it’s not being done here. These guys are way too relaxed.”
    “What about other chapters?”
    “If it’s being done through another chapter, my guess would be Cobb’s over in Newburgh. His name comes up a lot around here.”
    As he got onto his bike, Camden gazed at the storefront. He’d had all of three customers in the last week. One hadn’t even had anything fixed; he’d simply bought a pair of riding gloves. The club’s income definitely wasn’t coming from this shop.
    Camden said good-bye to his boss and started up his bike. When he walked into Mixers after grabbing a quick bite to eat, there was a biker sitting at the bar, a big guy with long, curly black hair tied back with a strip of leather.
    Thinking it was Romeo, a brother he hadn’t yet met, Camden walked over. But as he drew closer, he saw it wasn’t a Disciples emblem but the Helmsmen logo sewn onto the man’s leather cut.
    The man looked up and narrowed his eyes. “Yeah?”
    “Thought you were a Disciple.”
    Scowling, the man said curtly, “Well, I’m not.”
    Camden held up a hand in apology. “Sorry.” He moved to a free table across the room and sat down.
    Beck Ruiz walked inside a few minutes later, accompanied by two club members, Blade and Grizzly. Blade had