All Chapters of Chrome and lies: A Bikers Betrayal: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

GHOST POV.Life sure is hard sometimes, but nothing is harder than trying to talk to Blade. Other members often ask me how I do it, talking to Blade with ease. What they don't know is that it's not quite easy. Most of the time I want to sh*t myself so bad.Anyway, my job was to get important information and relay it to Blade. Occasionally, I tend to bring him coffee. That always tends to put him in a good mood.Getting to his room, I called out greetings to Sophia as she walked past me, but she just ignored me and slammed her door."I wonder what Blade did this time," I murmur to myself. The two of them were like two bulldogs in a cage fight. Neither of them wanted to let the other breathe. I continued my self thoughts till I got to Blade's room. I paused in front of the door and crossed myself in a silent prayer."Dear God, do not let him chew my head off".I knocked once, then twice... No answer. That's strange. Blade always answers at the first knock, even if the words were usually

BLADE POV.The calls always come at a crucial moment. Lately, it's been an annoying tradition.I stood back to allow Sophia to take her call. Despite the look of alarm on her face, she was composed as she waited for the caller on the other end to talk.What could the director of the agency possibly want with her? This line ran deep, and it seemed too many top dogs' necks were at stake if the director was so interested in the case. This investigation was becoming dangerous by the minute and Sophia didn't look or feel scared. Instead, she was more and more eager to get involved despite the risks.She was still pacing and nodding to whatever the director was saying. The name of the director was familiar to me, but I couldn't remember from where. The name Reeze was fairly uncommon. I make it my business to know each and every Federal agent that lines up at our door.But the director was another business altogether, hardly ever engaged with petty missions, which meant his head would be on

SOPHIA POV.I didn't expect to sleep so deeply after what happened last night, but waking up I felt so rested. I stretched to silence the alarm that was now beeping. Waking up before my alarm was normal routine for me. Giving off a wide yawn, I padded to the bathroom to wash off.The air around me felt cold, and I was hesitant to take a cold shower, but I needed to be fully awake and alert for today. I switched on the shower to cold temperature, setting toothpaste on my brush.Catching my reflection in the mirror, I studied my face. My hand unconsciously going straight to my mouth. I touched my lips softly, the memory of his heavy lips on mine. His deep hot breaths on my cheeks, I gasped lightly, coming back to reality.This wasn't the time to remember sensual feelings. I continued brushing my teeth as I practiced my facial expressions in front of the mirror. My face must not give anything away, the director must be cunning if he was still in power after all these years.I stepped int

SOPHIA POV. The son of a b**ch threatened me using the only thing I had left to lose, my mother.I couldn't stop the look of fear from showing across my face as I raced out of his office not bothering to look at his secretary. I have to leave before I do something crazy like crush his windpipe. Standing in front of the elevator door, I pondered his words and threats. The man was dangerous. That was evident in how his secretary seemed to be afraid of him. I shuddered at the memory of his sadistic smile. He was like a predator stalking his prey, fully aware of the power he held over people and didn't care if he was found abusing that power. "This is the kind of man that is allowed to run the Agency, pretty sure the world is doomed," I mumbled. The elevator opens up, two men wearing leather jackets stepping out. Without paying them any attention, I step inside, one of them turns to look at me just as the elevator door closes and gives a sassy smile. That smile sent me into a panic

CHAPTER 39 SOPHIA POV. Dexter might have been manipulated, but the urge to smack his head upside down was strong. I glanced at the photo of Morrison and back at Dexter sitting with his head in his hands tapping his left foot anxiously. I couldn't stop the venom in my voice as I addressed him. "So a hobo dressed in a suit asked you to hack into the servers, and you didn't think twice about betraying your club brothers." "I needed the money OK, it was too good to pass off. I didn't think I was hurting anybody, he said it was just some blackmail evidence he needed back." "Did you even think about why he might need that evidence back? He could have been a serial killer for Christ's sake, and you would have handed him evidence ?" "You think I don't know that, I know i f**ked up OK. My dad's debt keeps piling up, I didn't know what else to do." His voice shattered at the level of the seriousness of what he had done. He looked so young, but i couldn't help but feel sorry for him. The