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could walk, now, and say she couldn’t get close enough. That her cover was about to be blown, or she was in danger. Roger Fields, her pompous boss, would love to hear those words. He was dying to send in a few guys he thought could do a much better job than she was.
    She pushed her shoulders back and rolled her head side to side, trying to get the tight muscles to relax. Director Fields believed women were weak. Maybe he was right... in a way. He believed women let their emotions get in the way of their jobs.
    She wasn’t going to walk.
    There was too much at stake. She would find a way to infiltrate, and find out the truth here. Those who had broken the law were going to get caught. No matter who they were.
    Wilkes, for instance.
    Her mind turned toward Katie’s father. Blake Wilkes was a player in the largest sense. The billionaire was dirtier than motor oil. He had his fingers into everything, from international drug smuggling to prostitution, all of it whitewashed through his global corporation.
    Katie had seen papers that were proof of his money-laundering. If she had seen them, Jessie had a feeling that Katie had them. Katie was a smart girl. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to see that.
    That proof on paper alone could be huge. Big enough that Jessie could ‘lose’ the evidence she already had on Nate and his crew, and nobody would care. Taking out a couple of crews would be small potatoes in comparison to taking down Blake Wilkes.
    Shoving her hands into her jean pockets, she headed back inside.
    Craig gave her a long, hot look, his interest clearly showing. Her body responded with a hard throb of desire that left her cursing silently. She had to stay as far away from him as possible. The man was a recipe for disaster, and he was just like the men who’d ridden with her father: Out for himself, and incapable of caring about anything else.
    But, damn, he was tempting.

CHAPTER 2
    T he courtroom sat so quiet that Craig could hear the clatter and clank of the shackles fastened around the wrists and ankles of the men seated up front.
    His brothers.
    His heart sank. He’d let them down, and he knew it.
    This was his fault. He’d gone crazy after Lisa died. He’d forgotten who he owed his loyalty to, and he’d gotten his club and his brothers into this whole mess because of his actions.
    He knew none of this would have happened if he hadn’t run with Nate’s product, and then bloody lost it to the men who’d been murdered out at that house. The memory of that night, the carnage and the sheer waste of life, still turned his stomach. He’d seen death before. He’d caused one too. But that...that had been so far beyond the pale. That shitty crew never even had a chance. They’d been slaughtered, and now Morgan and the others were about to go down on multiple counts of murder unless the judge decided there wasn’t enough evidence for a hearing. It wasn’t their fault.
    Craig took a long, slow breath. Katie, Morgan’s woman, had gone out of her way to try to help. She’d risked her own life, and that made him feel ashamed in ways he hadn’t even known he could feel. He was Morgan’s brother, they’d been friends since they were kids, but it was Katie who’d risked her life for Morgan. It should have been him, not the pretty stranger sitting a few rows away.
    It should have never happened in the first place. He never should have let things get so crazy, and he knew it.
    He’d been so angry at Morgan for exiling him from the Orphans, the club they’d both founded, that he’d been too blind to the blame that belonged to him. He saw it now, though, and he didn’t like it.
    He had to do something to help.
    Jessie shifted slightly, and her shoulder, clad in a black leather jacket, brushed his. His heart raced as he turned his head slightly to gaze at her profile.
    She was stunningly beautiful. Her raven-hued tresses hung over her shoulders and down her back in a silky sheet, and her eyes, a clear and