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“Yeah you have two large windows in your bedroom.” Maverick replied.

“You sleep nude or something?” TJ laughed.

“You wish Romeo! But no, it’s just creepy that someone will be watching me while I sleep.” Pamela retorted.

“I could come in and help you get to sleep.” TJ suggested.

“That’s a big no! I can manage just fine on my own lover boy.” Pamela declined.

Pamela went inside and locked the door. Trish’s car was spotted driving by. It was her first mistake she made. A week had passed with nothing happening. Pamela and TJ were still keeping up the pretense of dating.

Friday night they had a party at the Vet MC clubhouse. Jokers were invited. After a while, Pamela went to the bathroom to get away from TJ. He’d kept hanging all over her taking advantage of the situation and it was getting on her last nerve.

She was starting to get pissed off so she took a break before she blew their cover. As she rounded the corner to the bathroom, someone came up behind her. They put one hand over her mouth and used their other to push her towards the back door.

She started fighting them and digging her nails into the hand covering her mouth. Her legs were trying to stop them from moving forward without luck.

“Calm down! It’s just me.” Ace whispered.

She jerked her head around to see him. He continued to walk her out the back door and closed it. Pamela shoved him in the chest.This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

“You scared the shit out of me! I was one second away from seriously hurting you!” She retorted.

“Yeah, l think I paid for. Geez you brought blood.” Ace replied.

“Good! You deserved it!” Pamela retorted.

“I think I need to change your nickname to wildcat.” He laughed.

“What are you doing? If anyone saw you…” Pamela started.

“Don’t worry, I planned a distraction so I could steal you away. I just couldn’t stand watching him put his hands on you another minute.” Ace growled.

“Wait! How do you even know? To my knowledge, only officers plus TJ know. Who are you?” Pamela asked.

“BJ Jr. is my dad.” Ace explained.

“Well, I better get back before I’m missed.” Pamela replied.

“Before you go.” Ace replied.

He pushed her up against the building. Her heart was pounding as he lowered his head to hers. His lips tasted hers, then his tongue parted her lips. His hands cradled her head while his lips continued their sweet torture on hers.

Ace was a foot taller than her. However, they still seemed to be a perfect fit. The back door opened. Ace made sure his whole body hid her from their view.

“Oh sorry bro. You saw my date?” TJ asked.

Ace smirked then looked at Pamela. He moved to the side to reveal a red-faced Pamela. She was embarrassed to get caught even though they weren’t really a couple. Pamela stepped away from the building.

“Right here. I just needed some air and Ace was kind enough to watch out for me.” She explained.

“You mean saved you from everyone but himself.” TJ responded.

“Watch it. And let’s get one thing clear Junior. Once this little farce is over, she’s mine.” Ace warned.

“What the fuck bro?” TJ demanded.

“You heard me! Don’t forget it. You two head back inside.” Ace ordered.

TJ and Pamela went back inside. She told him she wanted to go home. Her dreams were filled with a certain hot as sin biker that night. And it wasn’t TJ.

Three weeks later there was an attempted break in and a letter she got in the mail, but nothing else happened. She’s so sick of playing his girlfriend. So, she came up with a plan to fan the fire.

Pamela called BJ Jr. “Everything in place? If she even suspects, she’ll run.”

“Just as you asked.” He confirmed.

“Showtime.” Pamela replied.

“You know if this goes bad, I’m gonna catch hell from Jax.” BJ Jr warned.

“Then let’s make sure it doesn’t, so we can get her out of your MC.” Pamela responded.

Pamela walked into the Joker’s MC clubhouse. She spotted Trish and walked over to her. Trish was talking with one of the club whores. When Pamela got in front of her, she finally looked at her.

“You and me, bathroom now.” Pamela demanded.

At first Trish acted like she was going to ignore her. Pamela raised an eyebrow at her then turned towards the bathroom. Trish stood up and followed her. As soon as Pamela was in the bathroom, she turned facing Trish as she walked in.

“Lock the door. We don’t need any interruptions.” Pamela ordered.

“Who do you think you are? You walk in here acting like you’re the queen!” Trish retorted.

“I know who I am. I don’t hide it like you do! You’re the one that tried to break into my apartment and I know the threatening letters are from you too!” Pamela replied.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Trish sneered.

“You’re such a liar. Look, there’s no cameras in here. I’m not wired, you can if you want. I’m just sick of your cat and mouse games. Woman up!” Pamela demanded.

“Raise your shirt, and turn all the way around.” Trish ordered.

“Want me to drop my shorts too?” Pamela asked and she turned.

“Yeah.” Trish replied.

“Fine. If you wanted me naked, you just had to ask. Satisfied?” Pamela asked as she pulled her shorts back up.

“I know you were behind the Hannah stuff. Classic moves most of the time. Calls, lingerie, boring stuff really. Using TJ’s truck to stalk her and run her off the road was clever but stupid.” Pamela explained.

“What do you mean stupid? It was smart! His truck points to him!” Trish retorted.

“A real male stalker would have saw that as the perfect opportunity to kidnap her. He would have been infatuated with her and never left her injured on the side of the road.” Pamela replied.

“That’s your opinion. I don’t make mistakes!” Trish warned.

“Yeah, you did. You forget the phone calls?” Pamela asked.

“Burners can’t be traced.” Trish retorted.

“Today they can and the calls were traced back to here. Jig is up and everyone knows you were behind it. You’re the only one here who’d want to harm Hanna. You’ve been under surveillance since your screw up with the phone calls. Only clever thing you did was trying to make it look like TJ.” Pamela explained.

“Bullshit!” Trish replied.

“Then again that really wasn’t clever either. We both know he’s not that smart.” Pamela replied.

“You got that right.” Trish agreed.

“A little word of advice. If you have to chase him, don’t waste your time or effort. Let him be someone else’s problem.” Pamela explained.

“Let him be your problem you mean?” Trish asked.

“Fuck no! It was just a farce to draw you out. But I’m done playing games. I have my eyes set on someone else.” Pamela explained.

“You’re such a bitch!” Trish spat.

“If I were you, I’d run away as fast as I could. They’re onto you and will be dealing with you, if you know what I mean?” Pamela responded.