Hacking the Biker's Code (Dogs of Fire Savannah Chapter #6) - Piper Davenport Page 0,41
this guy was gonna talk some serious shit,” the biker said, peeling off several twenty-dollar bills from a wad before handing them to the suited man.
“Not everyone is like you, my friend,” he said, counting the bills.
“It’s all there,” the biker said, defensively.
The suited man placed the bills in his pocket and motioned toward me. “I told you, Rabbit here is super smart, and smart people know when to talk and when to listen.”
“You sayin’ I’m not smart?” the biker asked.
The suited man place a hand on the biker’s enormous shoulder. “You are very loud and very scary. That’s your superpower.”
The biker shrugged. “I can live with that.”
“Okay, then,” the suit said focusing his full attention on me. “Let’s see if you’re as smart as I think you are. My name is Special Agent Davis of the F.B.I. and this is my associate, Tackle, of the Killing Jokers MC.”
I remained silent and looked straight ahead.
“You see? Silent,” Agent Davis said to the biker before turning his attention back to me. “It’s okay. There’s no need to introduce yourself. I already know quite a bit about you. Although, I’ll admit I know a lot more about your sister, but then again, we’ve been watching her for much longer than you.”
I bristled but remained silent.
How the hell does this guy know about Jette?
“How is Anjenette. By the way?”
My eyes met Agent Davis’.
“Oh, that’s right. You call her Jette, don’t you? Or is she still going by Sierra these days?”
“Who the fuck are you?” I asked.
“Holy shit. It speaks,” Tackle said.
“I told you, my name is Special Agent Rand Davis. But you can call me Taxi.”
“How ’bout I call you a Hearse?” I seethed.
“No, no.” He laughed. “Not call me a taxi. Call me Taxi. It was my club name when I was in the Spiders.”
“You’re with the Spiders?” I growled, and struggled, to no avail, to free myself from my restraints.
“I was undercover with the Spiders in Gresham, Oregon for almost a year. My time with the club is where I came to make Tackle’s acquaintance. It’s also where I first got the idea of putting my little team together.”
“Team?” I asked.
“We’ll get into that. But first. If I untie you, are you gonna give me any trouble?” Taxi asked.
“By trouble, do you mean rip your throat out with my bare hands?” I asked.
Tackle laughed and pulled a blade from his boot. “Don’t get cute. I have the permission of the United States government to put extra holes in you if necessary.”
“No, he doesn’t,” Taxi said. “But I do.” He opened his coat to reveal a holstered pistol.
Tackle cut me loose and I sprang to my feet.
“Settle down. We have a lot to talk about so you may as well make yourself comfortable,” Taxi said, taking a seat on the sofa. “Are you hungry? I’m afraid it’s mostly MREs and SMEAT down here, but I’d bet Tackle could open any can down here with his bare hands.”
“That’d be about the extent of my cooking skills,” Tackle said, handing me a bottled water.
“So, you’re FBI and you’re a Joker. What the hell do you want from me? And what is this place?” I asked.
“This,” Taxi said, motioning around him, “Is one of many places that doesn’t exist according to the US government. You’ll find out more about all that later. Unless of course, you don’t accept my offer. Then, I’ll have to hit you with another shot of Ketamine. Tackle will then carry you out and you’ll wake up in a jail cell in about three hours from now.”
“Wait,” I said, my thoughts turning to Parker and how long I’ve been missing. “Have I been down here for three hours?”
“Yes, but don’t worry. We’re almost done.”
“You’d better start giving me some answers right fucking now.”
“Relax,” Tackle said.
“I am relaxed, and don’t tell me what to fucking do.” I pointed a finger at Tackle. “Look, if you were gonna kill me, you’d have done it by now, and if a night in jail is your biggest threat—”
“You misunderstand me,” Taxi interrupted. “I’m not trying to threaten you. I’m merely presenting some facts to you. If I was threatening you, I’d tell you I have the authority to lock your sister in a windowless eight by eight box for the rest of her life.”
“I’m warning you. Leave my sister out of whatever the hell this is.”
“Hacking into a government database is a serious offense, Rabbit. One she’s committed several times, I might add. But fear