God, I didn’t know how Brock held his cool.Probably because even just swearing would lead to his arrest.
“I came by to check out the shop,” he said. “I assume you got it registered with the local commerce office? Would be a shame if this just popped up without anything—”
“We crossed our T’s and dotted our I’s.”
The look on that cop’s face…he knew now we weren’t a bunch of kids anymore.
“And all you are doing here is repairing vehicles,” Davis said. “Really. Nothing else?”
“What are you implying?”
Sheriff Davis turned to me and cocked an eyebrow.
“What areyouimplying, Steele?”
I fucking hated how he said my name. Like he was looking for a reason to arrest me every time I spoke.
It was only fair, considering how I was looking for a reason to kill him every time I saw him.
“I’m implying nothing,” I said.
Sheriff Davis bit his lip and looked back to Brock.
“So, you’re making something of yourself,” he said. “Becoming real entrepreneurs.”
“Sure are.”
“Then what is that ugly fucking shit on your body?”
The cuts. How fucking dare—
“It’s the Black Reapers MC, you idiot,” I snarled. “If you were good for anything—”
Brock cut me off. I realized what I’d done, even if the sheriff would easily find out at some point. But there was no taking that back.
“So I go from having a bunch of punks in my town to now a motorcycle gang.”
“Club,”Brock corrected, but it didn’t much matter.
Sheriff Davis chortled.
“You boys run a legitimate business, and you got nothing to worry about. You act like you’re trying to bring in gang warfare to my town, Officer Cone and I will become regulars here. And I don’t mean to get repairs.”
Sheriff Davis glared at us. I glared right back at him. Had I been alone, after the past thirty minutes I’d had, I probably would have jumped his ass and beaten the shit out of him.
As it was, we all kept our cool, Sheriff Davis returned to his car, and the flashing lights soon vanished into the distance.
“Fucking pig,” Connor said.
“We’ll fucking get him back,” I said. “I don’t think it. I know it.”
“Steele—”
“No, Brock, don’t tell me to be careful about what I know,” I said. “We will fix this prick. And we will do whatever needs to be done.”
I was certain of it. When I wanted something, I fucking made it happen.
“Very well,” Brock said. “All right, club meeting adjourned.”
