Undercover Love (closed)

[Asa]

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He was an undercover cop on the edge of being classified as having defected to the MC. The MC had their suspicions about him being a mole.

She was a federal agent who found out about his issues at least on the MC side then his less than impressed Commander that the Fed's were stepping in to help him.

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She walked into local police headquarters and with the reveal of a federal badge the officer on duty at the front desk quickly directed her to the chief.

Well now why in the hell are the Feds so interested in our investigation...

He was less than pleased that the Fed was involved but to send a skirt was an even bigger slap. The hot head he had undercover was bad enough ommiting information now the Feds are going to help him... even if he has defected to the MC.

Your man on the inside has found d his way into our iinvestigation. Luckily he is in good with then and our informant. I will be working with him and if I think that you need any information from my investigation then I will contact you as well.

With that she set a file on his desk turned around and walked out. A couple of hours later she was clad in leather and a more fitting dress and had joined the Feds inside contact Jazzman. He was an old man who had his own exit plan thanks to a deal he cut with her boss. Luckily for her he was fond of her like a daughter and that was her way in... she was his niece and he was getting her out of a rough patch and back on her feet. By the time he had decided to introduce her to all of the club the word around the table was he had already threatened to execute personally a couple of the rougher members if they ever touched her and with Jazzman's past not even the Prez was willing to piss him off. So here she was at their usual bar with Jazzman looking around laughing and talking.

Hey kid get over here...

Jazzman roared out when a couple of people walked in late to the gathering.

The older biker walked up to him. The old man was nicknamed Jazzman. Since he was a kid he had always played the saxaphone and had a real talent for jazz. The old man had an arm around this stunning brunette in a short dress and long leather boots and jacket.

Here's the boy I was tellin ya about darlin. He ain't found anybody and I trust him to keep you safe what do you think... you want him?

Her eyes looked him over as she smirked.

All mine... no sharing with club bimbos? I like the sound that but can he fight anybody I don't want grabbing at me?

 

[MyIsland]

Cross pulled up on his Harley and parked in front of the club. As he got off the bike a car drove by and the male driver eyed him up. "What the fuck are you looking at asshole?" That was how Christopher Kelly got his nickname. He was always in a bad mood, and one day someone asked him why he was always cross. The name stuck. He contemplated getting back on his bike and chasing after the guy, but changed his mind. Instead he walked over to a couple of the other members who were waiting outside the club for him and discussed information that he had received about a truckload of electronics. It was going to be on the road tonight, and it was going to be theirs tonight. Cross told them that there was an abandoned warehouse in the area of the route the truck was taking that they could use to remove the electronics and transfer them to other trucks for transport to their fence.

When he was finished talking with them, Cross went into the clubhouse. As usual, it was dark inside. The club was full of members and the regular bimbos who frequented the club. Cross often got a bunch of shit from the other club members for not getting with any of the regular women. He didn't care about that, though. There was no way he was hooking up with one of them. He didn't want what they offered, and he didn't want anything that they may have caught. He acknowledged a couple of the members, and then engaged one of them that he didn't particularly care for. "Don't fucking look at me like that. I don't know who you think you are, but I will rip your fucking eyes out if you keep your shit up with me." A couple members got in between them, and Cross walked to the other side of the building.

He heard Jazzman bellow and headed in that direction. The woman standing with him looked so out of place. She was beautiful, and was so far from the regulars in this place. Cross wondered what was going on. He listened as Jazzman offered him to her. He looked confused at Jazzman. Not that he was concerned about spending time with the beautiful woman, but he was wondering when he became a whore. He ignored her comment about whether he could fight. "Cross" was all he said as he looked at her. Then he looked at Jazzman. "What's the deal here Jazz? Do I look like I need help? Is it just because I don't like the riff raff that comes in here?" He looked back at her, "Not that I am complaining about the new addition."

 

[Asa]

Jazz was quick for an old man and soon had a blade out.

Your young punk ass will show respect for my niece boy and the honor of the fact that I would trust your young ass with her you got that now show respect.

Uncle Jazz... Dial it down I knew what to expect coming in here.

She turned a cold lethal glance back to him.

Cross seems fitting I'm Jessie and you really wanna dial that attitude back with me. Got it. I don't spilling idiots blood but I will. My uncle like he said trusted you enough to arrange this so do you agree to my terms or not.

Jazzman was actually her uncle and the only one who knew her real job there her deep cover operative set up put her into a lot of rough assignments and this new one could end another one and she was not going to risk that on a cop that might be rogue after all.

 

[MyIsland]

Cross did not flinch when Jazzman pulled the knife on him. He stared right into his eyes. Yes, Cross was a hard ass...maybe to a fault. While still staring at Jazzman, Cross said to him, "I did not disrespect her. There is no reason for me to disrespect your niece. I asked you a simple question."

Then, with Jazzman still up close to him, he looked back to the woman. "Hello Jessie. It is nice to meet you. I meant no disrespect to you. I am not sure what I am supposed to dial back with you. I am fine with not being shared with any of the bimbos in here. In fact, they aren't an option. So, if you want to spend some time together, I am good with it. As for the willingness to fight for you, well, you can be the judge of that."

Cross' radar was on high alert. He wasn't sure what was going on here. Why was Jazzman trying to fix up his niece? Was she supposed to check up on him for Jazzman? Cross started to wonder if Jazzman suspected something. Cross had cut off all communications with the P.D. months before, because he was afraid that some of the members were getting suspicious. He didn't want to take a chance. He had plenty more to report, but it would have to wait....th etiming had to be right.

 

[Asa]

Jazzman laughed.

Told you he was a good kid Jessie just a real ass. Now down to business. Jessie found herself in a little trouble in Fresno. She won't tell any more details to me other than the Daniels family so I trust you to keep her safe and if you can... If you even have the remotest clue how to sweet talk more details from her.

Uncle Jazz I already said I doubt they would follow me here they don't know about any of my family other than my mom died years ago... Quit worrying.

 

[MyIsland]

Cross looked back and forth between the two of them. "Hell, I have been called worse than an ass. I must be having an off day."

"You got mixed up with the Daniels Family? Why would someone like you get mixed up with pieces of shit like them?" He looked back at Jazzman. "You know I will protect her. That is why I am here. as for the sweet talking, well, I will work on that. However, she doesn't look like she is going to give anything up."

Cross looked at Jessie, "Want to get out of here and go for a ride? I think we need to get some wind blowing through your hair."

 

[Asa]

She just glared at both of them till the offer to get out of there was uttered.

Yeah... I would.

Jazzman just nodded and smiled.

Don't forget a helmet Jessie.

She didn't even wait just walked to the door and out into the sunlight.

 

[MyIsland]

Cross followed Jessie out of the club. It gave him an opportunity to check her out from a different angle, and he was not disappointed. She was incredible. He was going to enjoy spending time with her.

He pointed at his bike. "Do you have a bike here, or are you riding with me?" He hoped that she answered that she was riding with him, but Jazzman's mention of her wearing her helmet had him thinking that she had her own bike.

He walked to his bike as he waited for her response. He stood next to his bike waiting to see what she was going to do. Cross never wore a helmet when riding, and he certainly didn't have one for a passenger.

 

[Asa]

She walked to Jazzman's bike and grabbed the extra helmet and moved over to his bike.

Guess I could ride with you since he didn't give me the keys.

She smiled and put on the helmet.

 

[MyIsland]

He climbed on the bike and slid up to allow Jessie on. He started the bike and off they went. They rode out onto the highway and up the canyon road. Cross opened it up and was going way above the speed limit, which was nothing new. It would have been something different if he was actually doing the speed limit.

After about a half hour, they were out in the middle of nowhere. He pulled off at a little roadside cafe. As he got off the bike, he said to her, "let's have a little bite to eat. I am starving and I have a long night ahead of me." He extended his hand and helped her off the bike.

They walked over and sat at an outside table. When the waitress came up, Cross asked for water, and asked the waitress to give them a few minutes to look at the menu. Thew waitress looked at him funny, because there weren't many items on the menu. "So, Jessie. Tell me about you. I won't ask anything about the Daniels Family.... don't worry."

 

[Asa]

She stared at her hands and wrists for a moment before speaking.

Callis...

She knew if he truly knew anything about the family their money or their connections that he would definitely know the eldest and more playboy money sons name.

She bit her lip then looking up.

About me... Well I was in Fresno for about five years. Most of that time was nice even with him. The last two years were hell. Before that I traveled around after mom died bartending and just being that solitary traveler. Uncle Jazz and the club are I guess my family grandpa was one of the MCs founders and uncle Jazz one of the founders of your chapter. I grew up around it all but always kinda on a protected outside till I found myself on my own and traveling. Now... Here I am back around it all.

She ordered a sweet tea and agreed they needed a few moments.

Now... Tell me about you.

 

[MyIsland]

"I grew up in the streets. Never knew my father. My mom worked two jobs just to keep a crappy roof over our heads and some decent food on the table. I was out most nights until midnight because mom would get him right after that. I did a lot of fighting. I learned to take care of myself and my mother. That is until she got killed coming home from work by a stray bullet from a gun battle between a couple of dopers."

The waitress delivered their drinks. "We still need a few." Then he looked back to Jessie. "I joined the MC because it gave me a place to belong. It's not a loving group, but they are people who have my back."

 

[Asa]

She just nodded.

They are family... Family they bring together... Sometimes better than blood family.

She looked deep into his eyes for a moment.

Mom was worried about the chapter that uncle Jazz helped create. There were some nomads from other chapters that worried her. So we moved and... Then she died and I just wanted to travel.

 

[MyIsland]

"Yea, well, mom was the only family I ever had. Now that she is gone, the MC is my family. Not that Jazzman could be considered the loving type," he smiled at her, "but he does have my back. At least it feels like he does ." He took a sip of his water.

Yea, he was laying it on a little thick, but he had to make sure that Jessie didn't say anything g to her uncle that could make Jazzman suspicious of him. Cross looked at Jessie and was amazed at how good she looked despite her time spent in a MC. She was like nothing he had seen since he had been under. For that fact, she was like nothing that he had ever seen period..... just stunning.

Cross motioned for the waitress to come over. She had been staring at them like they were taking business away from her by occupying a table that could be used for another paying customer. When she got to their table, he looked around the place. "Are we taking up a table that you could turn for one of the people waiting in line? Oh wait. There is nobody waiting in line and there are more empty tables than occupied tables. Stop stalking us. We will order when my very attractive friend is ready."

 

[Asa]

The Daniels family that she had found herself in for a few years was more organized crime than anything but they did in many ways own any mc in their turf.

He trusts you... If he didn't we wouldn't be sitting here talking...

She laughed a little.

It was either you he said or he guessed he could trust Grayson... Big sweet dumb barbarian also doesn't like club bimbos.

Looking too the waitress she raised a brow.

Jealous sweetie... Listen... Philly... Salad... And get out of my face. He's with me.

 

[MyIsland]

"Sweetie, I would do as the lady says. Bring her salad and, other than that, stay away. It would definitely be in your best interest."

Cross smiled at Jessie. "Damn, I have never had two females get into over me before. Also, I have never been claimed like that before either. Don't worry, though, it won't go to my head." Cross winked at her and drank more water.

Yea, he knew it was a show. She was letting him know she could handle herself. Damn, incredible looking and a hard ass. He couldn't ask for anything more than that, and, he was going to be spending a lot of time with her, because Jazzman said so.

Cross was a little concerned about the Daniel family though. It would probably be in her best interest if they did not spend a lot of time in public. If they were looking for her, there was no reason to make it easy for them to find her. "So, do you have any plans for tonight? I have a job to do around 8, but other than that, I have nothing going on."

 

[Asa]

Just hanging out at the clubhouse or uncle Jazz house. Gotta look for a place out here to call home tomorrow.

She just smiled.

So what else do you want to know?

 

[MyIsland]

"Well, if you are at the clubhouse we will be able to spend some time together tonight, also. If you are at your uncle's house.....not so much." He chuckled a little

"The only thing I need to know, is that you will let me know of anything that is important when it comes to protecting you. Everything else is a "want to know." I would like to know as much about you as I can, but I am not going to press you. Share what you want me to know. The more you share, the more comfortable I know you are getting around me."

The waitress walked over with Jessie's salad and placed it on the table. She made sure not to look in Cross' direction. She asked Jessie if there was anything else she needed, but did not make eye contact.

 

[Asa]

Whatever he wants to order.

She glanced to him and smiled it was clear she had gotten used to a little public power st least being a part of the Daniels organization.

Honestly you surprise me. Uncle Jazz was sure you would suggest I move in with you.

She laughed a little and sipped her tea and taking a bite of the salad.

 

[MyIsland]

"I am good. Just bring me another water and my beautiful friend another sweet tea." Cross did not make eye contact with the waitress. Instead, he focused on Jessie.

"Jessie, I am a pretty good judge of people. I have had to be able to read people in order to survive since I was a young boy. I can tell that it doesn't matter what I recommend, you are going to do what you want to do. Now, that can be from growing up in an MC, or it can be from your time in Fresno, or, most likely, a combination of the two. Me suggesting it would make no difference. You are going to do what you want."

Cross reached into his pocket and took out the key to his place and put it on the table in front of Jessie. "If you want to stay at my place, there is the key. If you get up from the table and it is still there, I will know your answer. Either way I am good with. I learned from my mom that there is no sense in arguing with a strong willed woman."

 

[Asa]

Well... More than likely more fun than uncle Jazz place and... Safer than the clubhouse? Plus kinda hard to keep me watched if I'm not living there isn't it?

She winked with a smile.

 

[MyIsland]

"Trust me Jessie, my eyes are going to be on you." He gave her a wink of his own. Cross watched her finish her salad, and he called the waitress over and asked for the tip. When she brought it, he paid in cash and gave the waitress a tip that was equal to the amount of the bill.

Cross took Jessie's hand as she stood up from her chair. He then followed her back to the bike. "I will take you by my place, so that you know where it is, but something tells me you already know that. Then, we can go back to the clubhouse for a while. My job should only keep me away for about 2 hours."

They got on the bike and headed toward Cross' place. After about a 45 minute ride, they pulled up out front. He led her inside. "It isn't much, but it is home."

 

[Asa]

Not a problem. So... Just eyes?

She winked and got on the back of the bike till they got to his place and looked around.

Its nice... Better than the club house.

 

[MyIsland]

"You know what the best part of this not being the clubhouse is? I don't have to fight anybody because they do or say anything to you. Going to have to defend the honor of the lovely Jessie. Oh, and to answer your question from back at the restaurant about only my eyes.... hopefully, not."

He looked around the place. His mother, his real mother not the fictional one in his cover story, had trained him well. He kept the place neat and clean. "Only one bedroom though. So you are sleeping with me."

 

[Asa]

She smirked.

Or you could be a gentleman and take the couch.

She looked around some more making her way over to him with a wink.