All Chapters of Chrome and lies: A Bikers Betrayal: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

CHAPTER ONE: SOPHIAI stared at my reflection in the dirty gas station bathroom mirror. The girl looking back wasn't me…not really. Agent Sophia Martinez didn't wear tight tank tops or too much red lipstick. But Sophie Morales did. Sophie Morales, the new identity I was impersonating…the new fake person I had to become."Are you sure about this?" Maya's voice whispered in my hidden earpiece.My hand touched the small cross necklace under my shirt. Miguel's my little brother's cross. The only piece of my baby brother I had left."Five years too late to ask," I whispered back, my resolve hardening.Five years since they killed him. Five years of training and becoming an FBI agent just for this moment. Tonight is the night, I will walk into the lion's den… the Desert Rose Bar, where the Iron Wolves motorcycle gang, a notorious and well known biker, drank their beer and planned their crimes. The same gang that murdered my brother in cold blood.I could do this. I had to do this, if n

CHAPTER three: BLADE POVThe cop let me in, or she didn't have much choice.I locked the door behind me and my battle instincts kicked in immediately. In three seconds I surveyed the entire one room apartment. I took note of the almost empty sitting room, the kitchen that looked so neat then the bedroom.Only one escape route, that was the only door I had just come in, and probably where the three Devil's Disciples were about to knock."Who are you really?" the cop whispered, her gun still pointed at my chest. Cute. Like that would stop me if I wanted her dead."Someone trying to keep you alive." I pulled out my phone, fingers flying over the screen. "You got bursted tonight.""Impossible. My cover's perfect…" I started,"Your cover's garbage." I sent a quick text, before glancing at the gun that only special agents possess."You smell like a cop. Walk like a cop, Talk like a cop. The only reason Tank didn't see it is because he trusts everyone too much. But Venom?" I gestured towa

Chapter 5Sophia povI drove to the Desert Rose with my heart in my throat. The parking lot was empty except for about a dozen motorcycles lined up like soldiers. All Iron Wolves.I parked down the street where no one could see my car and crept closer, staying in the shadows like a ninja. Well, a ninja in too-tight jeans and too much lipstick. Not exactly the type of stealth a ninja would be in.Through the dirty bar window, I could see them all gathered inside. Tank stood at the head of a long table, his bald head shining under the lights. Razor sat beside him, arms crossed, looking angry. And Blade…he… stood against the wall with his arms folded, face like a thundercloud.My hands shook as I crouched behind a rusty dumpster across from the Desert Rose. Through the dirty bar window, I could see everything perfectly.I couldn't hear what they were saying, but I didn't need to. The tension was so thick I could feel it even through the glass.What on earth was going on?Tank stood at t

Sophie povThe night granted me a lot of things, but sleep wasn't part of the package. I tossed and turned as I wondered why Blade invited me to the festival. We barely knew each other and were on opposite sides of the law. And he was part of the gang that murdered my brother. I shouldn't have accepted, yet I was compelled to.I turned towards my bedside table to see the alarm clock, which read 5:30am. Sh*t."Might as well start my bloody day," I murmured unpleasantly to no one in particular. I had a few hours before I reported to the Desert Rose but I couldn't sit still, my mind was restless as hell. Taking out my brother's picture as I always did whenever I grew restless. Although he was dead, his face had the same effect on me, calming me down and sharpening my focus."Don't worry, baby brother, I'll bring your murderers to justice. Make sure they all rot in jail, and your soul can find peace. I stroked the picture before bringing it to my lips. I shut my eyes for a moment as I rem

Sophie povThe silence of the night made me feel all the more alone than I already felt. The digital clock on my bedside table glows a harsh, neon crimson, bleeding into the shadows of the room. It’s 3:14 AM. My body feels like lead, anchored into the mattress by sheer exhaustion, but my brain is a frantic conductor leading an orchestra that refuses to stop playing.Logically, I know I need the rest. Tomorrow won’t wait for me to catch up. But there’s a strange, electric restlessness under my skin, a leftover vibration from everything that happened. It’s as if my mind is afraid that if I fall asleep, I’ll lose the clarity of what I felt today: the warmth, the exhaustion, the sheer noise of being near him.I stare at the ceiling, watching the faint patterns of light from a passing car sweep across the plaster like a ghost. I’m wide awake in the middle of the wreckage of a day that won't let me go.I sigh, reaching for the glass of water on the nightstand. The condensation is slick agai