I’d make sure he knew that I’d never forget what he did for me. My throat thickened because those words were just for me and Cruz.
“Tell Cruz—” I couldn’t keep the smirk from my lips, “—tell Cruz to fuck off.” I chuckled. “And that Harleys are still slow as fuck.”
Cruz
“Wait. What?” Romeo pushed his phone to his ear and walked over to the Bluetooth to turn down Jazzy’s work mix.
“Hey.” She poked her head in.
Romeo waved her down with a sharp swish of his hand. His gaze narrowed, and his jaw clenched. Jazzy came into the shop and sat on the hard plastic chair next to the tool cabinet.
“When? Levi, take a breath. Can I put you on speakerphone? Cruz is here working on a bike for him.”
I stood and wiped my hand on a towel as I approached the phone. This had to be about Ryatt since the bike in question was going to be his.
Romeo set the phone on the tool chest and hit the speaker button. “You’re on speaker.”
“They arrested him,” she cried. “They put him in handcuffs!”
A rush of adrenaline spiked my blood, and a dose of anxiety slithered down my spine. The toxic cocktail coiled in my gut and pulsed through my limbs. At the same time, my nerves electrified. “Slow down.” Although my heartrate kicked and my guts were instantly rolling with unease. “Where?”
“At his probation officer’s office.”
“What happened? Did he piss dirty?”
Because I hadn’t seen Ryatt high, but he’d been locked in the bathroom with heroin and meth users. He could’ve picked up trace amounts in his system.
Dozer and Torch came up the metal stairs from the pit. Crew Custom Cycle used to be a lube, oil, and filter service station.
“What’s up?” he whispered to Jazzy.
“Ryatt’s been arrested.”
We all stared at Romeo’s phone, listening to Levi retell the events as she understood them.
“I was sitting in the car with Rosie, waiting for him. Four cops rushed into the building. One had his hand on his weapon. I knew they were arresting Ryatt.”
“Is he still at his PO’s office?” I asked. Maybe there was a chance to keep him out of county.
“No. They’ve already taken him away.
“Fuck.” I scrubbed a hand down my face. “Have you told McKelle?”
“Not yet. I’m on my way over to you guys. I don’t know what to do.”
“There’s nothing you can do,” Romeo said.
There wasn’t anything any of us could do.
“Hey, Levi, don’t say anything to anyone until I talk to McKelle. She needs to hear it from me.”
“I won’t. I’ll be there in a minute.”
The call disconnected, and we all sat in silence for a moment, the gravity of the situation weighing heavy.
“I need to talk to Tank.” He was my link to the attorney who was supposed to handle Ryatt’s PO. “Do you know where he is?” I asked Dozer.
“My guess, balls-deep in one of Bullet’s girls. Said he was swinging by Good Girls.”
