I leaned against him. “Yep, that sounds like a great idea.”
He led me out to the great room and parked me on one of the sofas, before heading into the kitchen to find me something to eat.
* * *
Doc
We’d stashed Milkyat Linda’s, knowing she wasn’t on anyone’s radar, and since she’d insisted she be the one to tend to him, it was the perfect place for him to heal. Sugar Bear, on the other hand, was hidden in plain sight...sort of. So, when Dalton forced his way onto the compound property, I knew I was going to have to handle things carefully.
“Where is he?” Dalton demanded, moving towards me. He looked pissed as hell and I can’t say I blamed him.
“Who?” I asked. I hated lying to him after all he’d done for the club, but this was a family matter and I had no choice.
“Don’t do this, Doc,” he said. “I need you to tell me what you’ve done with Sugar Bear and where he is now.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Dalton. Me and the boys have been here all day. Isn’t that right, fellas?” I asked, motioning to the others, who all murmured their agreement.
Dalton continued, “My office has been on high alert for the past forty-eight hours regarding any and all MC activity in the greater Savannah area. Seems like the Dogs, the Saints, and the Spiders have themselves quite a war brewing on the west coast. One that appears to be making its way to our region.”
I shrugged. “News to me.”
Dalton ignored my bullshit answer and scowled. “We’ve been closely monitoring the Spiders’ movements and know that Sugar Bear has recently taken up residency at one of their safe-houses. A place called J&R Cabinetry. Ever heard of it?”
“Can’t say I have.”
“Of course not. Well, we went to pick him up last night at J&R, and instead of Sugar Bear, we found a shit ton of rubber bullets and a wrecked International Scout instead.”
“Sorry to hear that,” I said.
“The VIN came back as owned by one, Wyatt Osmond.” He turned to Ozzy. “I believe you call him Ozzy?”
“You don’t say?” I mused. “Oz? Weren’t you sayin’ the Scout was stolen last week?”
“Yeah, brother,” Ozzy said. “I appreciate you findin’ it, Dalt.”
Dalton shook his head. “You know as well as I do that the shit’s hit the fan in Portland and we’re trying to keep the same thing from happening here in Savannah.”
“If you say so,” I said casually.
“This is not how you want to play this, Doc,” Dalton said eyeballing my knuckles. “I can see you’ve been fighting, and if I find out you killed Sugar Bear or did something with his body, even I won’t be able to protect you.”
“I told you, I don’t know shit, and neither does anyone else here,” I said.
“Fine, have it your way,” Dalton said. “Turn around and place your hands behind your back.”
* * *
Olivia
Iwalked out of ourbedroom, and went looking for Doc, running into him being led out of the great room in handcuffs. “What the hell is going on?”
“Your husband refuses to cooperate,” Dalton said.
“Oh my god, Dalton, you know him. Whatever you’re accusing him of, it’s nothing.”
Doc grinned at me. “I’ll be out in an hour, but maybe find Lyric, baby.”
“Lyric!” I bellowed, knowing she was more than likely in the kitchen or her office.
