Page 103 of Last Mile

After glancing left and right, the guard said in a low voice, “It ain’t your lawyer.”

I leaned back in my chair. “If it isn’t my lawyer, then who the hell is it? This room ain’t for visitors.”

Before the guard could answer, the door blew open. Never in a million years did I expect to see the person who walked into the room.

It was Samantha.

Or at least it was a version of her. It sure as hell wasn’t the woman I had known before. Gone was the heavy eyeliner, skintight jeans, and cleavage- baring tops. In her place was a steely professional in a black pantsuit. Her long dark hair was swept back in a bun.

When our eyes met, I shot out of my chair. “Get her the fuck out of here!” I spat.

“Bishop, I need to speak to you,” Samantha said in an even tone.

“I ain’t got one thing to say to you but maybe fuck you. That’s it.”

The guard glanced from me to Samantha. She shook her head.

“Leave us.”

“Miss, I don’ t⁠—”

Samantha’s dark eyes burned with fury. “And I said leave us!”

He held up his hands. “Fine, then.”

After he had shut the door, Samantha crossed the room to the table. Her heels clicked along the linoleum floor. Without a word, she pulled out the chair across from me. She tossed a giant folder on the table and then sat down.

We stared each other down for a few seconds before Samantha drew in a ragged breath. “Bishop, I⁠—”

“Look at you. The secret agent woman.”

“I’m not a secret agent,” she argued.

“Considering what you were doing to me and my club, you might as well have been a spy. Right?”

“I was there to compile what information I could about the Raiders’ suspected gunrunning with the Rodriguez cartel.”

“You were spying.”

“I was doing my job. The one Gavin and I were sent in there to do.”

“Gavin? I suppose you mean Marley. Yeah, that was a tough pill to swallow, too. Not only was the girl I was in love with playing me, but it turns out my late best friend was in on it as well.”

A pained look came over Samantha’s face. “He was my best friend, Bishop. He was the one who wanted me to give you a chance. He really did enjoy being around you.”

Her words caused a deeper ache in my chest. “Whatever. It still doesn’t make it right what you did.”

Samantha’s eyes filled with regret. “For what it’s worth, I’m truly sorry.”

Man, this girl could act. Bitch. I cocked my eyebrows at her. “You’re sorry? You fucked up my life and the lives of my club brothers and all you can say is you’re sorry.”

“I am very sorry. But the fact is I didn’t fuck up your life. You and I both know your enemies did that.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes, it is.”

“So what’s your point in being here?”