High-Sided (Armed & Dangerous #3)(6)

I chuckled. “You’d seriously slow down enough to do that?” Micah was like me, a workaholic. It was all we had. When I caught my first criminal, it became an addiction. I wanted to rid the world of them. But when one was caught, a dozen more would surface. It never ended. It had taken a long time to realize I wasn’t going to be able to save everyone.

“Fuck yeah,” Micah exclaimed. “Let’s do it. We’ll call the bureau tomorrow and tell them we’re skipping town for a while. If we don’t, we’ll get sucked right back in. The bad guys will still be around when we get back.”

I loved my job, but he had a point. I hadn’t had a break since I started walking again after the accident. After that, I kept moving and never looked back. “You know what? I think you might be right. Let’s do it.”



Three Days Later



I’d turned in my notice for an extended vacation and thought I’d get shit from my superior, but he knew I was getting burnt out. My bike was ready to go, my saddlebags and tank bag filled with all my clothes and toiletries. Being on a sport bike didn’t leave much space to pack for trips, but I worked with what I had.

After the accident, my parents had tried to get me away from motorcycles, but it was in my blood. I just never went back to racing. It took a year to be able to walk right, and after I healed, it was too late to go back—for many reasons.

The sound of Micah’s motorcycle echoed down the street. When he pulled in on his sleek, red and black Honda CB1000R, he took off his helmet and smiled. “Ready to go, f*cker?”

“Almost. Need to grab my phone.”

I hurried inside and grabbed it off my kitchen counter, only to see I’d missed a couple of calls. They were both from Levi. Ever since I had left eight years ago, we talked monthly to keep in touch.

When I walked outside, Micah was sitting on my GSXR. “Dude, I love this blue. Is it custom?”

“Yep. I wanted something different.” I held up my phone. “I need to return Levi’s call before we go. It won’t take long.”

He waved me off. “No worries. I’ll take your bike for a spin.”

“Go for it.” The key was in the ignition, so he started it up and drove off. I called Levi back and waited for him to pick up.

“Hey, man,” he answered, his voice sounding off.

“Wassup? I saw you called.”

“Yeah, there’s something I need to talk to you about. Got a minute?”

“Sure, go ahead.” I could tell something was wrong.

“I told you about the break in we had last week, right?”

“Yep.”

He sighed. “Miller ended up finding it in Ethan’s garage.”

“Holy f*ck,” I gasped. Ethan Landis was an honest man and had been a mentor of mine when I rode for Bennett Pro Racing. He wasn’t the type of person to steal anything. If he wanted that tire changer, all he had to do was go out and buy one. “That makes no sense,” I said.

“Exactly. Richard fired him and it’s been a huge mess. Kass confronted him and he said some things to her, things that have me concerned.”

“Like what?”

“Like your accident. Ethan seems to think it was intentional, just like him getting framed.”

My blood boiled. If someone had tampered with my bike, I’d kill them. That wreck f*cked my entire life up. “How does he know it was intentional?” I growled.

“He said there were other things that had happened over the years. When Kassidy demanded the truth, Richard wouldn’t tell her . . . but he pulled me aside and told me. Someone is seriously trying to drag Bennett Racing down.”

I leaned against the wall and ran a hand through my hair. “What exactly do you and Richard want me to do?”

“We want you to come out here and race again, undercover. No one knows you’re an FBI agent, other than me and Richard.”

“Are you f*cking kidding me?” I exclaimed. “I can’t come out there. The best thing for me to do is work from a distance. Richard can give me names and I’ll investigate, but I’m not coming out there.”

He huffed. “Why not? This is what you do. We need your help, Logan. Maybe you and Kassidy could even make up.”

“That ship sailed a long time ago, my friend. I don’t want to come out there because it doesn’t make sense. I don’t race anymore.”

“That’s bullshit and you know it. Your riding is probably better now than it ever has been. Don’t you want to find out if someone did try to f*ck you over? You almost died, man.”

Micah pulled into the driveway and came to a halt when he saw me. My fists shook, as the rage overtook me. “If someone messed with my bike on purpose, you better believe I’m going to find out who did it. And when I do, nothing’s going to keep me from going after them. Have Richard call me with the names.” I hung up as he shouted my name. I’d left that part of my life a long time ago, and even if I wanted it back, it was too late.





Kassidy


The wind was warm as it blew across my skin, letting me know summer was here. I thought a ride at Deals Gap would soothe my frazzled nerves, but it only made things worse. All I could think about was what Ethan had said and how, after a week, I still had no answers.