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Brooke

B rooke wasn't sure why she felt so overheated, but she did. Maybe it was the sexy biker sitting shirtless next to her—yeah, that would explain why she felt so hot. She stood and pulled her jacket off, tossing it onto the chair next to the bed. The small hotel room suddenly felt even tinier, and she wondered if they'd ever get through her questions.

looked down to find Mace looking her body over and when his gaze reached her eyes, she was sure that she was blushing again. What was it about her new client that made her blush like a damn schoolgirl?

"You're staring," she challenged. She had to wear her sexiest suit to her meeting today—a decision she currently regretted. But she had nothing else to wear since she had forgotten to stop by the dry cleaners to pick up her laundry on Friday, and they were closed on weekends. made a mental note to pick up her laundry tonight on the way home, but that wasn't going to help her get through her meeting with the sexy biker.

"Sorry," Mace said. He didn't really mean it as an apology, but she would take it as one.

"Right, how about you tell me what happened after you joined the gang?" she asked, repeating her question from earlier.

"I had to be initiated into the gang and they had the new guys do some pretty shady shit. I'm lucky that all I was made to do was steal a car. My buddy, Dante, had to kill someone, and he's still in prison."

"What would have happened to you if you refused to steal the car?" she asked.

"I would have ended up dead. We either did as we were told, or we forfeited our lives. It was that simple, and after they were done with me, they'd go after my grandmother, and kill her too. That's how they kept their guys in line, with the threat of killing their families."

"That's awful," she whispered. She couldn't imagine having to make that kind of decision between right and wrong. had always been a good girl and getting involved in a gang wasn't ever something that she considered. But then, she had a very different life than Mace seemed to have.

had grown up privileged. Her father was a lawyer, as was her grandfather before him. She'd grown up knowing what she wanted to become since she was just a little girl. It was ingrained in her that a lawyer was her only option, not that she minded. loved the law and becoming a lawyer was not only her father's dream for her, but also her dream.

She had graduated from law school at the top of her class and was offered positions at four different firms before her father put his foot down and insisted that she join his firm. He explained that he wasn't going to practice law forever, and when he retired, he wanted to leave the firm that his father had built for her. He wanted to keep the firm in the family, and it already had her name on it, so decided to take him up on his offer. She knew that starting at any other firm would mean working her way up to partner over years of hard work. Joining her father's firm as a full partner was something she dreamed of, but never thought possible.

"You okay?" Mace asked, snapping his fingers in front of her face.

"Oh, yeah, sorry," she mumbled. "I guess I lost my train of thought." quickly looked over her notes and found her place. She shyly smiled up at him and asked her next question. "So, I found no record of your time in prison because you were a juvenile, and your records were sealed." It's what she had suspected all along, but hearing his side of the story only confirmed her suspicions.

"Yes," he breathed. "I was sixteen when I stole the car. They caught me stripping it outside of my grandmother's house. I was arrested on the spot and that poor woman had to watch. I'll never forget the disappointment in her eyes as she watched them put handcuffs on me and load me into the back of the police car. The look on her face was worse than any time that I had to spend behind bars. She died while I was in prison and honestly, that's my biggest regret."

"I'm sorry," whispered.

"You have nothing to be sorry for. I was the one who made the bad decisions that led to me being arrested. Honestly, it was good that I got caught. Going to jail gave me some time to grow up and think about how I wanted the rest of my life to turn out. I decided right there and then that once I was released, I'd leave LA and find a new place to start over. That's how I ended up here and after I bought the bar, my life just kind of fell into place."

"You're the president of a motorcycle gang called the Road Reapers," she said as if it was a bad thing.

Mace chuckled and nodded. "Yeah, we're not really a gang. We're more of a club of bikers who like to get together and hang out. A lot of the guys in my club are one-percenters, like me."

"One percenter?" she repeated.

"Yeah, it means that we've served time. We're just a bunch of guys who love riding bikes and are trying to turn our lives around in any way that we can," Mace said.

"That doesn't sound so bad. I mean, you don't sound like a bunch of killers who'd leave a dead body in the parking lot." She knew that asking her clients point blank if they did it usually didn't end well for her. Some clients confessed, knowing that she'd have to keep their secret. Not knowing was better. She could plead her case and let a jury decide Mace's guilt or innocence. Still, it usually helped if she believed in her client.

"If you're asking if any of my guys could have killed someone and left their dead body in the parking lot of my bar, my answer is no. I don't think that any of them are capable of doing that. And if you're asking if I did what I'm being accused of, then my answer is fuck no. I didn't kill anyone, and I plan on proving that not only to you but to the rest of the world."

wasn't sure why she had felt some sense of relief from Mace's confession of innocence, but she did. "Good to know, Mace," she breathed.

"Do you think that you can help me, ?" he asked. He looked to be holding his breath, waiting for her answer, and when she nodded, he let out the breath that he was holding.

"I can help you, Mace," she promised, "as long as you agree to be completely honest with me." It was the one thing that she required from all her clients.

"Agreed," he said. "You'll have my honesty through this whole process. What now?" he asked.

"Now, we go over timelines and everything else you can think of that might help your case. You up for a few more hours of questioning?" she asked. Yeah, that meant spending a few more hours in the sexy biker's motel room, but she needed some more details to go on before she'd be able to build her case. had a feeling that the local courts would want to make an example out of a biker who was trying to turn his life around, and planned on doing everything that she could to keep that from happening.

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