Bad Boy Biker
Don't do anything stupid.
Axel was already face-down on the floor, arms spread. Denny backed against the wall, hands up. The other club members followed suit, their morning meeting interrupted by badges and guns.
"Duke Reynolds?" A woman's voice cut through the noise, calm and measured. "You're under arrest for conspiracy, racketeering, and obstruction of justice."
The agents parted, and Valentina's breath caught.
The woman who stepped forward wore a sheriff's uniform that fit like it was made for her—all curves and confidence. Dark hair pulled back severely, sharp cheekbones, lips painted deep red. She moved like a predator, her badge catching the fluorescent light.