![]() Remy
-- EXCERPT: Avery As I hurry around the corner, I choke on a thick wall of smoke. It’s all thanks to the Marlboro Man standing just out of sight around the turn. I have to walk past him to get to the federal building unless I want to jump out into the busy road. Seriously, all he’s missing is the cowboy hat. Coughing while waving my arm in front of my face, I try to make my way out of the cloud while mumbling to myself. “Great. Just great. Now I’m gonna smell like cigarette smoke the rest of the day!” “Nah, there’s no way my cigarette smoke will overpower that rich-girl perfume you bathed in this morning,” his growly voice responds. I turn around to face the smoker just as he tosses the stick down, grinding it into the cement with his big mud-splattered boot. “You are going to pick that up, right?” I ask. Once the wind blows some of the smoke cloud away, I notice that the tall, scruffy man has holes in his jeans and a leather vest over his wrinkled tee. His only redeeming feature is a somewhat handsome face and pretty, true-blue eyes mostly hidden under long, grungy, dirty-blond hair. The man lifts a single daring eyebrow. “What if I don’t?” “You’ll be sorry if you don’t.” I peel my blazer back to show him the agency-issued gun in my shoulder holster and the badge clipped to my hip. Now he gives me a smug grin. “I would love to see you try to arrest me, rich girl.” I can’t help but glance down at my black pantsuit, red pumps, and matching red leather briefcase. “Wh-how do you know if I’m rich or not?” “That Benz of yours is worth, what, about eighty or ninety grand?” He saw me pull into the parking garage? How did I miss him? “What I drive or how much I spend on a car is none of your business.” “But my cigarette butt is your business?” “Yes.” His scruffy, clenched jaw ticks while his boot continues to cover the butt. Our silent standoff ends when someone behind us yells, “Remy, let’s go!” “Fuck,” the smoker grits out. “Is that your daddy calling you or your attorney?” I ask him. “Neither,” he grumbles before he finally bends down to pick up the butt and toss it in the trash bin. When he starts to pass me on the sidewalk, his intimidating size coming closer causes me to take two big steps back to let him pass without us touching. I hear his chuckle as he walks away. Sighing heavily, I follow him up the steps of the federal building, where two men dressed in the exact same attire are waiting at the top. Oh my god. They didn’t accidentally wear the same clothes. No, this was intentional because they’re part of a motorcycle gang. “You’re the bikers I’ll be going undercover with?” I ask the three men. The smoker laughs full out so hard I’m surprised it doesn’t end with him coughing up a lung. “You’re going undercover? They’re out of their fucking minds.” ![]()
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Sue G.
9/7/2022 10:20:13 am
Oh, great excerpt! This sounds awesome!
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