“So what’s your point in being here?”

“I came to make things right by seeing you freed from jail.”

“Just how do you plan on doing that?”

“By testifying for the Raiders at trial.”

What the fuck? She was actually going to help us? She had to have some other angle for wanting to get us off. Narrowing my eyes suspiciously at her, I demanded, “Why would you want to do that? After all, you were working against us.”

“That was before I knew the truth about your club—the fact that you were legitimizing the businesses and that you no longer took part in gun trafficking.”

I stared at her in disbelief. I couldn’t believe she was actually sitting before me and proposing that she help the club. “Tell me something.”

“What?”

“Was it all a lie? I mean, was there a single time when we were together that you weren’t playing me?”

“Yes, I—”

“Wait, I know. It had to be during the fucking, right?”

Samantha’s eyes widened in horror, and she shifted in her chair. “Bishop, please.”

“Ah, two words that I’m used to hearing from you. Of course, I was usually inside you when you said them . . . sometimes I was on top, sometimes you were. You begged me to make you come. Which makes me think that was when you weren’t lying. I mean, women fake orgasms every day, but I felt you come on my fingers and my tongue.”

When Samantha’s face flushed with embarrassment, I glanced over at the mirror with a smirk. “Agent Vargas is one hell of a piece of ass in the bedroom. Pretty fucking insatiable, too. No matter how many times she came, she wanted more.”

The next thing I knew Samantha’s hand came smacking across my cheek. “Fuck you, Bishop!”

I laughed. “Damn, girl, you should get in the ring. If you worked on it, that slap could make a great right cross.”

“You cocky bastard. I’m putting my ass on the line for you, and this is how you treat me?”

“I’m sorry for being a little suspicious of you, considering that everything you said to me over the last six weeks was a lie.”

“It wasn’t all a lie! Everything I told you about my life was the truth. The only fucking thing I withheld from you was the fact that I was an agent.”

“That’s a pretty huge thing to leave out, especially when it was the only reason you were spending any time with me.”

“Only at first. But then I began to care more about spending time with you for myself, rather than the case.”

I opened my mouth and then closed it without saying a word. I didn’t know how to take what she had just said. I wanted to think everything out of her mouth was a lie, but what if she was telling the truth? What if she truly had started out working me for the case until she began to feel something more for me?

Wanting to change the subject, I asked, “What makes you think I would take you up on your offer?”

“Isn’t your freedom enough?”

“I still have to live with myself, and how can I do that if I’m a rat who got into bed with the ATF?”

“Would your brothers honestly think you were a rat for testifying against the man who framed you?”

I didn’t know the answer. I hoped they would understand, especially considering that it was Eddy who had framed us. In the end, I didn’t have a real argument for not taking Samantha up on her offer. “Fine. I’ll say or do whatever I have to so I can get out of here.”

Samantha’s expression lightened. “I’m glad to hear you say that.”

“But let’s make one thing clear. It doesn’t change a damn thing between you and me. Got that?”

Without answering me, she reached out to pick up the manila folder she had carried in with her. Sam had never been one to avoid eye contact, but right now her eyes were completely focused on the folder in front of her. “I need you to tell me everything you can about who could have framed you.”

“There’s only one person it could be.” At the thought of Eddy, a low growl took me by surprise and seconds later I realized it had come from me. Samantha’s gaze snapped up from her paperwork at the sound. “You’re in luck, because if you nail this guy, you can have access to the Diablos.”

Samantha’s eyes widened as she stared from me to the mirror. “The bureau has been trying to get them for a long time.”

“Well, you track down Eddy, and you’ve got the Diablos by the balls, because if I know anything about Eddy, it’s that he has no loyalty. He’ll sing like a canary if you make it worth his while.”

“I see.”

Samantha scribbled furiously as I related what had happened with Eddy at the meeting in Virginia. Her pen stilled when I told her that he was one the behind the shooting. She glanced up to look at me. “This fucker has Gavin’s blood on his hands?”

“Damn straight.”

“I’m going to enjoy nailing him to the wall.”

By then I had finished relating everything I knew, including my theory about how the storm and the power being out enabled Eddy to plant the guns. “I’m sure if you had some agents go over the property, you would find evidence of shoe prints or tire treads.”

Samantha nodded. “I’ll put someone on it.” She shuffled her paperwork and then put it back in the folder. “I guess we’re finished here.”

“I guess so.”

“Once we produce the new evidence at the arraignment, it should be less than twenty-four hours before you guys are let out.”