Chance Encounter (God's Reapers MC Book 1) by Kara Parker

other? All of his work, all of his planning had meant nothing. The one thing he didn’t want to happen had just happened.
     
    Bile rose in his throat; he felt like he was going to be sick. He loosened his grip on the railing and let his head hang down. How could he have let this happen? How did he let this spiral so far out of control? He wished that he could go back in time. He would go back and do everything differently. He wouldn’t have flirted with Olivia. He would have offered her tens of thousands of dollars, and he would have convinced her to take it. No matter what the cost would have been, no matter how long they argued, he would have convinced her.
     
    He would never have slept with her. He would never have allowed her to take him to her home. He would never have sat and had a drink with her. He wouldn’t have thought about her, dreamed about her, fantasized about her. He would have kept his distance and kept it professional. Nothing in his life had ever had stakes this high, and look at the mess that he had made. The workers on the floor kept glancing up at him. He wished he was down there, still doing the grunt work—no responsibilities, no thought needed. Just weights and measurements. Things that did not require finesse or subterfuge—just measure the right amount and move on. But now, instead of measuring things in grams and ounces, he measured them in the price of a person’s soul. His soul was up for grabs now; Olivia’s was already sacrificed to God’s Reapers.
     

 
     
     
     
    CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
     
    “All units. All units, report to Eighth and Wolf street, continued on channel ten,” the crackling voice of the dispatch operator interrupted the otherwise silent car ride that Olivia and Lance had been sharing. Olivia had been driving down random streets, lost in thought about David, about what she was going to do with him from here on out.
     
    It was Lance who switched to the private channel and said, “This is Sierra Five. We are on route.” His call was echoed by dozens of other cars, as they all began to converge on Eighth and Wolff Streets. Olivia turned on the cherry and siren, as her entire body went numb.
     
    “You know what’s on Eighth and Wolff?” Lance asked her.
     
    “God’s Reapers clubhouse,” Olivia answered. She was trying so hard to keep her voice even that when she spoke it didn’t even sound like her. Please, she thought, not him. Anyone but him.
     
    They were ushered past yellow police tape and onto the street. It was a raid, a big one. There was a SWAT team ready to enter the building, and the commissioner was there, surrounded by dozens of lieutenants. Olivia had never felt more like a little fish in a big pond. There was nothing she could do for David here, nothing at all. She could only stand by and watch.
     
    “Other side of the Wolff. No one comes down here. No one,” a lieutenant said through Lance’s window.
     
    “Yes, sir,” Lance answered. Olivia felt so numb that she wasn’t sure that any sound would come out if she opened her mouth. But she was good at following orders. Her foot hit the gas and her hands handled the steering, as she drove to the other end of the street. Quickly, she and Lance hung up the yellow police tape and stood behind it, ushering pedestrians, news crews, and everyone else away.
     
    Olivia couldn’t help but look behind her. She was trying to find one face in a sea of faces. This was bad, really bad. The raid on the club was a good thing; Olivia should have been happy, but instead she felt sick. David didn’t deserve to be in prison; he wasn’t what they thought he was. But she couldn’t do anything. She was a cop; she had taken an oath to protect and serve. Her entire life she had told herself that she wasn’t someone who threw her entire life away for some boy. That was true, she wasn’t, but she couldn't deny her feelings for him anymore. She didn’t want David to be in jail; she didn't want to have to visit