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“The Kings can look into it. We can find who sent this?”

“Really. You’ve the technology to work out where this came from?”

“We don’t need technology, doll. Just influence and contacts. And that’s what we’ve got.”

“Thought the Northern Kings were a bike club?”

“We are.”

“Then I don’t know how you can help me.”

“We’re well connected. Nothing we can’t find out.”

“I doubt that.”

I was already tired of the ‘Kings are everything’ bullshit I’d been hearing, and this was just topping it off nicely.

But then suddenly I was spinning, yanked away from my desk, disorientated for a split second, until my eyes settled on the man in front of me. The man with the dark eyes and short, cropped beard, a lock of dark hair hanging loose over his face.

“Heidi,” he started, and I was just about to interrupt, to stop him giving me whatever pitiful statement about this bike club and what they could do for me. “Come with me.”

“Come with you where?”

“To Ste’s funeral. Let me show you what I mean. Let me show you the world of bikers. It’s not what you think it is and everything that you think it’s not. Meet my family. Then maybe you might let me help you.”

“I don’t need help, Fury.”

He stooped over me, his towering figure becoming even more imposing as I sat facing him on the swivel chair he had just forcefully swivelled.

“You do, doll. You do. In every way conceivable.” He smirked. “But for now, just let me find out who is threatening you.”

“Fine. I’ll wait right here to say I told you so.”

Fury laughed, his eyes brightening again. That hint of dimples and those full lips framed by his beard and my stomach jumped, reacting traitorously.

“And the funeral. Will you come?”

“No. I don’t mix business with pleasure.”

“Could have fooled me.”

I pushed my lips together, ignoring the burning heat igniting again deep in my stomach, and turned back to the computer. Back to another email.

‘You’re still here. Tik tok, tik tok.’

The fire in my stomach immediately extinguished, the shiver racking up my spine, icy fingers at my throat.

“Fury,” I whispered.

“I see it, doll,” his voice was calm from behind me.

Chapter Fifteen

Her voice changed in a split second, the hardness disappearing, the fight knocked right out of her.

“Fury,” she whispered, pointing to the laptop in front of her and the email that had popped up in the bottom corner of the screen.

‘You’re still here. Tik tok, tik tok.’