Barely Undercover: Legal Heat Book 2(35)

“You better hope they did,” he snapped. “You’re done here. Your case is closed. You are leaving now with Kickstand and you are never to come near the clubhouse or Rex again. Have I made myself clear?”

Lana narrowed her eyes. She wasn’t some kid who’d been caught with her hand in the cookie jar. She was a professional. She had a job to do. Although she’d agreed to make only one visit to the club, she hadn’t agreed to stay away from Rex. Damned if she would let James interfere with her case.

“Goodbye, Ice.” She turned on her heel and stalked away, nodding to Kickstand as she rounded the corner.

“I didn’t hear a yes,” James yelled.

Lana looked back over her shoulder and indulged in one last, lingering glance. “That’s because I didn’t say it.”





Chapter Ten

“Where is the infamous Rex?” Jackie adjusted the braids on her blonde wig and tugged down the ruffled bust of her German milkmaid costume as she followed Lana into Vancouver’s Schnitzel Club, lavishly decorated for the summer Oktoberfest celebration.

“I hope to God he’s on his way out the door,” Lana moaned. “This is the most humiliating disguise I’ve ever worn. I feel for German milkmaids.” The dirndl-style minidress with its blue apron and explosive red skirt just barely covered her ass, and the ridiculous white cap was already askew. Her breasts were thrust out and up by the tight, black-laced bodice and highlighted by the pleats of her overly puffy peasant top.

Jackie twirled one of Lana’s blonde braids. “I’m the milkmaid. You’re the frisky fräulein. And I think those thigh-high stockings with the giant black bows at the top are the cutest things ever.”

“Just wait until I start tap-dancing on stage.” Lana snorted. “These shoes seem to have a mind of their own.” She stopped to adjust the strap on her shiny Mary Janes and the choker around her neck tightened, cutting off her air. Her hand flew to her throat and she ripped it off. She hadn’t been able to wear anything around her neck since leaving Levi. The choker had been a mistake.

Maybe this was a mistake too. Watching Rex from the safety of her car was one thing, as was her trip to Hades with James at her back, but walking into a packed hall, knowing she had no protection from the rowdy group of bikers in the far corner, added a whole new level of meaning to the word fear.

Jackie gave her arm a sympathetic squeeze. “We don’t have to do this,” she whispered. “You can go back to your normal surveillance routine. Eventually, you’ll catch him.”

“I’m okay.” Lana handed her the choker. “And I don’t want to pass up a great opportunity. He’s sure to get frisky surrounded by babes and beer steins. Hades already has a fan club.” She pointed to the group of dirndl-clad women hanging around Hades’s table.

“Is James here?” Jackie asked. “The last thing you need is for him to see you and drag you out by the braids.”

Lana made a more careful inspection of Hades’s tables. She counted at least twenty bikers, including Kickstand and a few familiar faces from the barbeque, but no James. She shook her head. “Kickstand said he’s on guard duty at the clubhouse tonight so we don’t have to worry about him. Rex is the big, scary one at the end. The guy beside him is his right-hand man, Dawg. The others close to him are Diesel, Punch, Ryder and Bones. The baby-faced guy with the golden hair is Kickstand. He’s the one who told me the Hades crew was coming here tonight.”

Jackie licked her lips. “So cute. I could eat him all up like a schweinshaxe. This might be my best wingman assignment ever. A table full of hot biker dudes, endless steins of beer, giant sausages, pretzels, sauerkraut and God-awful oom-pah-pah accordion music. What more could a girl want?”

“We are not getting drunk.” Lana shot her friend a warning glance. “And you can’t fraternize with the enemy. We’re here to just observe and snap a few pictures of Rex with his hands, or his dick, up a milkmaid’s dirndl. And if they do recognize me, I might have to act…different. I still have to pretend to be Ice’s old lady or I’ll have Rex’s paws all over me.”

Jackie laughed. “Different. Gotcha.”

They plunked themselves down at a table with a good view of the Hades crowd. Jackie flagged down a waitress and ordered two one-liter steins of nonalcoholic beer and a plate of mini suckling-pig sandwiches. “Remind me to thank that Portia woman for breaking your camera,” Jackie said, her gaze roving over the packed hall. “I’m already having a good time.”