Steele
You have got to be fucking shitting me.
Now?
Elizabeth got off me, flustered. I stood up, my passion and erotic fire now threatening to consume my self-control around Sheriff Davis. There was no fucking way that he could have known this would be the case. There was no party here, no meeting, nothing. Just two consenting adults having a good time.
I knew we should have fucking gone inside the office.
“Steele Harrison,” Sheriff Davis said as he got out of the car. “You and I seem to be running across each other a lot more these days.”
“That’s because you’re targeting us, Davis,” I sneered.
The sheriff, walking around his car and toward me, snickered.
“You’re absolutely right, Steele,” he said. “You are absolutely right. I am targeting you. I target the guilty, the menaces, the dangers of society.”
“And what’s so dangerous about this?”
The sheriff smiled. No way did he think he had anything strong he could press us on. But no way did he need anything to actually charge us with.
“Why, it’s a danger to human decency what you are doing,” he said. “Out here, about to take this woman, for all of Santa Maria to see?”
“I’m—” Elizabeth interjected.
“Hush,” I said. “I’ll take care of this.”
“Will you now?” Sheriff Davis said, folding his arms. “I can’t wait to see this. I can’t wait to have something else to throw you in the brig for.”
“You have nothing.”
But that didn’t matter.
What mattered was that Sheriff Davis was one of two cops in the town, the other a guy much younger than him, and in a place like this, two cops against a dozen-plus Bandits was not a fair fight—actually, it wasn’t a fight at all. But two cops against six, maybe seven Black Reapers who were still getting their shop off the ground was just troublesome enough that it could present real issues.
“I don’t have ‘nothing,’ Steele,” he said. “I have the fact that you are committing an act of public indecency. And on top of that, I don’t know who this woman is or how she wound up here. Maybe you lied to her to get her here. Maybe she’s your girlfriend.”
Wouldn’t that be something?
“Or maybe you roofied her at a nearby pub and thought you could get away with it.”
“I did not fucking do that, Sheriff, and if you’re going to target us, at least have something believable,” I snarled. “You know damn well that me and my boys may sometimes speed or do stupid shit, but we don’t ever hurt a woman.”
“Do I?” the sheriff said with a chuckle. “I don’t, actually. No, I can’t say that I know that. I know that I’ve had to arrest every single one of you Bernard Boys for something.”
“We’re not Bernard Boys anymore; we’re the Black Reapers MC.”
“Ohhhhh,” Sheriff Davis said, waving his hands in jest. “I’m so scared. Look out, Santa Maria, we have theBlack Reapersin town now!”
I stuffed my hands in my pockets. I was getting dangerously close to busting this corrupt asshole’s face—and this time, Elizabeth would not be able to stop me. Nor would anyone else that was normally here.
“I grow tired of this,” Sheriff Davis said. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t arrest you.”
I couldn’t help myself.
“Because a pig like you won’t be able to get the cuffs on me.”
“All right, that’s fucking it.”
