Luca grins. He smirks a lot but never grins. It’s eerily cold and sends a shiver up my spine.
He says, “Now we know who we’re going to kill.”
18
Warren
Max and I share a quick look before someone’s banging on the door. All eyes swing to the security camera screens. It’s the police and they’ve come heavy.
Luca turns to the rest of us as another round of banging assaults the door.
“Angel,” he snaps. “Text Rudi and tell her and Tor not to come back until they hear from one of us. And to stay in public.” He turns to the rest of us as another round banging echoes around us. “The rest of you, lay your guns on the tables and give the cops no reason to arrest you.”
“We’re gonna make it easy for them?” Max asks.
Luca’s laughter fills the bar menacingly. “Of course we’re fuckin’ not. We don’t surrender to anyone, including the city’s police force. However, today I suspect they’re here to question us about the trip to the bookstore, considering reports will be saying bikers. And since we’re meant to be the only bikers in town, it’s us they want answers from.”
“Cops don’t always ask questions before they haul your ass to jail,” King mutters.
“No one’s being hauled anywhere.” He gives one last order to Trey before taking out his gun. “We fear no patch and no badge. This is our city and we’re here to stay.”
Trey leaves through the back to scale the back wall and hide out in the warehouse Luca wants to buy. If we are to be arrested and hauled off to jail, Luca wants him here for Victoria and his son.
“No one say a word. No one back down. Now open the door.”
“We have Effie and the Mayor’s daughter upstairs,” I remind Luca.
“They’re not gonna get that far. But to be sure, King, go and make sure your guest doesn’t make a peep, take her into Effie and do what you have to do to keep them quiet.”
Each of us stand in the bar, Luca still sitting at his table. He gives the nod to the prospect to open the door, and I move to stand at the foot of the stairs. In seconds, the silence weaved around us is disturbed by the police hollering.
I count ten of them filing through the door, with their guns aimed at us. Only the lead officer strolls in unarmed and unconcerned of where he’s walking into.
“How can we help you, officer?” Luca asks.
“I’m sure you’re aware of the shooting not an hour ago. Witnesses recall five bikers shooting and speeding through the streets like it was a playground.”
Luca says, “Then you should be out looking for those five bikers.”
“That’s why we’re here. We’re aware that your presence in the city has changed the streets since your arrival, but you do not have the right to do as you please.”
I watch between the two of them and out of the two of them, Luca is the calmest. Though the officer is trying his best to keep his frustration locked down.
“Which of my brothers have been pointed out? Which of my brothers fired shots? Which of my brothers broke any of your laws?”
The officer disgraces himself by stuttering. Luca cuts him off and stands.
“Are you here with arrest warrants?”
“I told you, we’re here to…”
“Ask questions, yeah-yeah, I heard. This is the first and last time I let you walk into my club. Not one of my brothers fired shots today, that much I’ll tell you. And I’ll tell you this, you’re not welcome here, and someone who isn’t welcome yet still comes through my door, disappears.”
A couple of the officers laugh but they take one look at my president and stop.
“You can’t threaten the law,” one of the officer’s states.
“I think you’ll find I just did. Now, you have thirty seconds to get out of my club before you regret coming here in the first place.”
