Stand Off - Jamie Begley


Casey stared down at the letter in her hand, swallowing hard. Carefully folding the legal document, she placed it back in the envelope and onto the kitchen table where she stared at it, silently debating how to handle the dilemma.

The person responsible for turning her world upside down thought she was without options. He was mistaken. She had a way of dealing with him so she would never have to fear him again.

However, if she went through with her plan, it would place her life in danger. She could lose the ones closest to her. Casey bit her lip. Was she strong enough to face the fear she had avoided for years?

Searching through her purse, she found the card in her wallet that she had shoved there months before. Taking a shuddering breath, she dialed the number, and a male voice answered.

“This is Casey Harris. Do you remember me?”

“Hi, Casey. Of course I remember you. What can I do for you?”

“Is your offer still open?”

“Yes, have you reconsidered?”

Casey paused. Then, before she could change her mind, she blurted out her answer. “If I help you out, then I’m going to need something in return.”

“We don’t pay informants.” His amicable voice went cold.

“It’s not money I want,” Casey denied hastily.

“What do you want, then?”

“I’ll tell you when we meet.”

“What if I can’t do it?”

“Then neither one of us will be getting what we want.” Casey made her voice firm.

“Meet me in an hour at the coffee shop on Elk Street.”

“I’ll be there.” Casey disconnected the call, laying her cell phone back down on the table with trembling fingers.

She had actually done it. Even though she had been left with no choice, it still bothered her that she would be betraying those who trusted her.

Casey stared at the picture on her wall, dispelling her doubts. The choice had been taken out of her hands.

Standing, she picked up her purse and the letter. To get the help she desperately needed, she was going to have to do something that several law enforcement agencies, rival clubs, and victims had tried to do for years without success. The Predators were finally going to be brought to justice.

Her eyes were caught by the picture again. If she didn’t succeed, she wouldn’t be the only one paying the price with their life.

Chapter 1

Casey looked up from the counter she was straightening when the door opened. A large group of men in leather jackets with women entered the convenience store where she was working the night shift. A couple of the men gave her a once-over as they spread out through the store.

She brushed her suddenly damp hands against the sides of her blue jeans as she automatically moved to stand behind the register to ring up the items they wanted to purchase. Several of the men went to the hotdogs spinning on the carousel, while others were grabbing the pizza slices off the revolving rack.

Hiding her nervousness, she rang up the first two at the counter without looking at the man who had come to stand at the end of the line. When he stepped forward, she rang his vast array of food up along with the pint of beer.

“When did you start working here?” he asked sharply.

“Fourteen dollars and sixty-five cents,” Casey gave him his total before answering his question. “Last week.”

Her stepbrother Max’s question raised the hairs on her arms. From his tightening jaw, the usually laid-back biker was showing his displeasure.

“The old man know?” Max’s questions were beginning to unnerve her, as was the fact that he made no attempt to pay.

“No, I haven’t told