Page 109 of Last Mile

When I realized what we had just done, I winced. “Fucking hell,” I muttered.

I quickly pulled out of Sam, and once again winced at the fact that I hadn’t put on a condom in the moment.

My emotions were skidding out of control. When I started to help Samantha up, she drew herself away from me. “Sam, I’ m⁠—”

“Just leave.”

“ But—”

She shoved herself off the desk and pinned me with a death glare. “You got what you wanted— to fuck me over again— so leave.”

I wanted more than anything to pull her into my arms. I wanted to sit her down and tell her that somehow we would work things out. I wanted to tell her I was sorry for being the stubborn prick she had called me.

But I turned and walked out the door. That was it. The last time I would see her, touch her.

It was the way it had to be.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO: SAMANTHA

After the door slammed shut behind Bishop, I calmly went about putting my clothes back together. Once I finished, I collapsed down into my chair. Placing my head in my hands, I began to cry with abandon. Harsh sobs tore through my body with such intensity I didn’t know if I would ever recover.

I didn’t know how long passed, perhaps five minutes or maybe ten. I was too lost in my grief to notice. In some ways, it felt like losing Gavin all over again. As if I was somehow destined to always lose the ones that I loved to the MC world.

At the creak of the door, I kept my head buried. “Give me five minutes, Tompkins. Then you can walk me out.”

“You’ll make time for me now,” a raspy voice said from the doorway.

I snapped my head up. Although I’d only seen pictures of him from his file, I knew without a doubt that it was Eddy Catcherside.

“Where’s Tompkins?”

With a vicious sneer, Eddy said, “I’m afraid that Tompkins is indisposed. Indefinitely.”

While my mind wanted to spin in a hundred different directions, I worked to keep my focus. My life depended on it. There was nothing else I could do for Tompkins, but I could save myself. In the top right drawer of the desk was a gun, and I needed some way to get to it.

“Agent Vargas, I can’t allow you to testify for the Raiders. They have to go away, and I have to get access to their gun trade. But first, you have to go away.”

He raised his hand to reveal a knife with a long blade that caught the light. When I started to reach for the desk drawer, he dove at me.

Frantically, I struggled to open the drawer and get the gun. Before I could, the knife pierced me in the arm. A scream tore from my lips with the onslaught of pain. I didn’t have time to recover before he stabbed me again in the chest and then in the stomach.

In agony, I collapsed onto the floor and tried to block some of Eddy’s hits. But I began to grow weak and soon couldn’t lift my arms.

It was then I heard a shout from the doorway. As hard as I struggled to keep my eyes open, it was futile, and I felt myself slipping away.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE: BISHOP

Ifelt like the biggest bastard imaginable as I made my way out of Samantha’s office building. What the hell had I been thinking? Well, I guessed I knew what I had been thinking— I had once again let my dick control my decision- making. Just the thought of the angry sex we’d had caused my cock to throb for a second round.

When my phone rang, I dug it out of my pocket. It was Rev. “Yes. I got the depositions delivered. I’m not a total idiot.”

“That’s not why I’m calling.”

“What is it?”

A pause came on the other end. “Was Samantha okay when you saw her?”

I didn’t think Rev would want me to answer that question honestly, so I replied, “Yeah. Why?”