Dark Angels MC: Chasing Love (Motorcycle Club Romance)

Dark Angels MC: Saving Love
      by Elizabeth Carter

Copyright © 2015 Elizabeth Carter

Dark Angels MC: Saving Love is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

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it contains mature themes, sexually explicit moments and graphic language which might offend some readers.

Special Agent Michael Larson lowered the brim on his San Francisco 49ers cap and peered up at the bartender, who was staring at him curiously.

“Your glass is looking pretty empty there, cowboy,” the bartender said to him cynically. “Can I pour you another one?”

“Yeah…sure,” Michael said, sliding his glass toward him.

“Coming right up,” the man replied as he grabbed Michael’s glass and continued to eye him suspiciously, just as he had been ever since Michael walked into the dive and sat down at the bar.  

Michael had just arrived in the sleepy town of Amber from San Francisco early that afternoon. He was trying to keep a low profile and fit in amongst the town regulars, but even in his low key attire of a cap, tee shirt and jeans, he was sticking out like a sore thumb. Michael’s boss, who was the head of San Francisco’s Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and Explosives, had sent him to Amber on a special mission to gather intel on The Dark Angels, a notorious biker gang that had been suspected of running firearms throughout the state of California.

Michael knew that this was going to be a difficult mission, because the people of Amber were very loyal to The Dark Angels, which in turn meant that The Dark Angels were very good to the people and looked out for them whenever and however they could. Michael would have to be very smart and strategic in gathering enough information in order to take the biker gang down. But judging from the chilly reception he had received around the town thus far, pulling anything out of anyone would be close to impossible.

As Michael brainstormed different ways in which he could collect intel, the bartender sat his drink down in front of him, then leaned onto the bar and stared directly into his eyes intently. “So what brings you to this quiet little town, cowboy?” he asked him.

Michael casually picked up his glass and took a long sip of whiskey. Then he sat the glass back down on the bar slowly and looked up at the bartender, staring right back at him directly in the eye. “An ex-girlfriend,” Michael began. “She’s meeting me here to do some research on her family history. She thinks that some of her old ancestors were born and raised in Amber, and she wants to see just how far she can trace back her family history,” he lied expertly, without even batting an eye.

“Wow, that’s deep…” the bartender said thoughtfully. “But isn’t that something she could just research online, rather than coming here in person?” he probed.

Michael stared back at the bartender, surprised that he had even thought of such a question. “She already tried that. But the local town library houses a plethora of information that your good townspeople didn’t have the wherewithal to upload onto the internet,” he said without a stutter. “So we’re going to just comb through all those files manually ourselves until we find what she needs.”

The bartender stood up slowly as he continued to stare down at Michael skeptically. “Okay…” he replied, his tone sounding completely unconvinced. “Well good luck with that.”

“Thanks, I appreciate it,” Michael said. He drained his glass, left a twenty dollar bill on the bar, then turned around and walked out. All eyes were on him as he headed toward the door. The minute he got outside and climbed inside of his Ford Taurus, he pulled out his cell phone and called his boss.

“Special Agent Rothman,” his boss barked into the phone.

“Sir, it’s Agent Larson. I think I’m gonna need some backup out here,” Michael said to him.

“Backup. In
Amber
?” Rothman snorted. “Why would you need backup there? There are only about five people living in the place,” he quipped.

“I don’t think this job is going to be as easy as we thought,” Michael explained. “These townspeople seem to be really tight. They stick really closely together. And from what I’ve gathered, they’re extremely loyal to The Dark Angels. Another problem is that they already seem like they’re on to me. They may not realize that I’m a Special ATF Agent, but they know that something’s up.”

“So what do you want me to do about it?” Special Agent Rothman sighed impatiently. “I’ve got my guys being called out all over the state of California and beyond to deal with cases that seem to be popping up nonstop these days. I can’t afford to send somebody else out there with you. You should be able to handle this one on your own, Larson.”

“Sir, I understand what you’re saying. But what you don’t realize is the fact that this town is so small is what makes this case all the more complicated. All eyes are on me. And this Dark Angels biker gang is not one to be underestimated. These guys are well liked, well organized, heavily armed, and not afraid to shoot to kill.”

“So what do you want me to do about it?” Rothman asked exasperatedly.

“Send another Special Agent out here to work with me. A female. I already told the bartender who works in the town watering hole and seems like a suspicious busybody that I’m here with my ex-girlfriend doing some research on her ancestors. So send me someone who could fit that description.” As Michael leaned his head back against the seat and wondered what he had gotten himself into by volunteering to take on this case, he heard Rothman rifling through a stack of papers.

“I’ve only got one woman who is available,” Rothman sighed, his voice filled with annoyance. “And that’s Agent Samantha Canon. She’s new in town, just came here from Philly, and she’s looking for a case to work on that’s not too far away from home since she’s taking care of her sick father. I’ll have her drive down there tonight. How does that sound?”

“That sounds awesome,” Michael said appreciatively. “Thank you so much, sir. I really appreciate it.”

“You’re welcome. I’ll text her phone number to you so that you can give her a call and brief her on the case during her drive, and make arrangements on where to meet her. She’s in the office today, so I’ll let her know what’s going on first then send her on her way.”

“Thanks again, sir. I’ll have this case cracked in no time now,” Michael said convincingly.

“Show me better than you can tell me,” Rothman insisted. “I’m going to talk to Agent Canon now. You keep working, and call me when you get some information.”

“Will do, sir,” Michael said before hanging up the phone.

Right before he started his engine, Michael looked up and saw two men crossing the street. They both looked very happy as they high fived one another and headed into the bar. One of the men in particular looked very familiar. Michael turned and grabbed his Dark Angels case file that was sitting on the passenger seat and thumbed through the photos. It didn’t take long for him to stumble upon a picture of one of the men who had just walked inside the bar. His went by the name Bear, and he was a Dark Angels’ prospect who had been working for months to become a full-fledged member of the gang. He seemed somewhat soft; as if he would easily rat out the gang if it meant leniency for him regarding any illegalities that he may have had against him. So Michael had made it his business to find out as much as he possibly could about this Bear character. Once Agent Canon arrived tonight, they could put their heads together and hopefully come up with something incriminating against him that would help lead to intel on The Dark Angels, and ultimately help him crack this case wide open.

***

“Hey! Bear, Drifter, what’s going on guys?” Sam the bartender boomed. Bear and Drifter, two of The Dark Angels’ main recruits, had just walked through the door of The Home Team, Amber’s local bar and favorite hangout for The Dark Angels.

“Nothing much. How are you doing, Sam?” Bear grinned broadly.

“Aww, don’t come in here being all humble,” Sam laughed. “I heard about that big job that you and rest of The Dark Angels pulled on Deputy Richmond the other night.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Bear said innocently right before he and Drifter broke out into laughter.

“Come on, man!” Sam yelled. “You just want me to tell the story again, don’t you? It’s all everybody’s been talking about!”

“I wanna hear it again. I’m still mad that I missed it,” Drifter said to Bear before slapping him on the back. “Everybody thinks you’re the hometown hero now, brother. You’re gonna become a full-fledged member of The Dark Angels any day now.”

Bear looked over his shoulder and saw that several of the bar patrons had gathered around his stool, joining in on the fun and conversation. He basked in all the glory and hoped that Drifter was right, and that his latest role in assisting The Dark Angels would open the door to him becoming a full member.

“So what did you do, man?” one of the bar patrons standing behind Bear asked him. “We heard that you helped Geech, one of Chase Raven’s right hand men, break his new girl out of prison behind Deputy Richmond’s back and get her out of town!”

“That’s exactly what my boy did!” Drifter hollered, holding his bottle of beer high in the air and clanking bottles and glasses with everyone around him.

“Chase Raven, meaning the leader of The Dark Angels Chase Raven?” another patron asked.

“Yep, that’s him!” Drifter continued enthusiastically.

Bear smiled shyly yet proudly as everyone continued to slap him on the back and tell him job well done. When the crowd finally dispersed and Sam walked over to the other side of the bar, Drifter turned to him with a serious look on his face.

“Hey man, we need to get out to that storage unit tonight to check on the firearms and make sure they’re all there.”

“I know. I spoke to Chase this afternoon and told him we’d ride out there after dark. If all goes well and we have everything that we need, he said that the gun deal could go down as soon as this weekend. And if we pull this one off,” Bear continued, giving Drifter an excited, knowing glance, “I think it’ll prove that we’re worthy of becoming official members of The Dark Angels. I’m tired of being on the outskirts. I want this to be real. I’ve been working down at the Angels’ auto repair shop for almost a year now, practically for free sometimes. And I’ve come through with flying colors on every job that I’ve been given. Helping Geech get his girl out of town did give me a nice boost, but this latest job? This is the big one. This could be it for us, Drifter. So we can’t mess it up.”

“And we won’t,” Drifter replied convincingly. “Once we finish up here, we’ll head back to the hideout, get our plan of action together, grab one of Chase’s cars, and ride out to the storage unit. If all goes well, every firearm that’s supposed to be there will be accounted for, and we’ll check in with Chase letting him know that. Let’s just hope that the crew we’re selling the firearms to will be ready to make the exchange as soon as this weekend, like Chase hoped. If that’s the case, then we’ll be in by Sunday morning.”

Bear raised his bottle then turned to Drifter. “Sounds like a plan. To The Dark Angels.”

“To The Dark Angels,” Drifter repeated, clanking his bottle against Bear’s. Both of the men took a long swig of beer. After they chatted for a few more minutes and polished off their drinks, they got up and said their goodbyes to Sam and the rest of the gang and left the bar, ready to put their plan into action.

***

“Wow…this is amazing,” Michael said to Samantha. “And you were able to pull all of this information just this afternoon?”

“Yes, I was,” Samantha told him. The pair was sitting in a small diner located on the outskirts of Amber, near the motel where they were staying. Samantha had just arrived in town, and the two had ordered dinner and were now discussing the case. As soon as Special Agent Rothman had assigned Samantha to it, she immediately went to work, going online to find out all that she could about The Dark Angels and calling some of her connects to see what inside information she could gather.

Michael was beyond blown away by what Samantha was able to learn in such a short amount of time. As he thumbed through her files, he saw that The Dark Angels’ recruit Bear actually had a case pending against him in Idaho. He had a warrant out for his arrest for the murder of a notorious gang member. There didn’t appear to be any solid evidence against him, but he was a suspect because the murder victim had been accused of raping Bear’s sister a week prior to his killing. But Bear fled the state before authorities even had a chance to question him in the case, and they had no idea where he had run off to. But lucky for Michael he had found him, and he and Samantha could very well use their information as leverage and see what they could get out of Bear regarding The Dark Angels and their gun running.