I bit my lip. “That doesn’t sound good.”
“Baby, if we’re gonna make this work, you need to know everything. So, you’re gonna get everything.”
“I thought you already told me everything.”
“No, I’ve told you most of it, but not all of it, so I’m gonna give it all to you now and then it’s your choice to walk into this with me.”
I pressed my lips into a thin line. “Okay, I’m ready.”
“As I’ve said, a one-percent club is gunnin’ for us, and they’re doing some shady ass shit.”
“Why don’t you go to the police?”
“We don’t know who to trust, baby. These clubs own the cops.”
I frowned. “You can’t honestly tell me that the Vancouver Police Department is owned by a motorcycle club.”
“Probably not, it’s above my pay grade. But it’s not like we don’t have law-enforcement on our side. Ace and Knight, two of our club brothers, have two brothers in the FBI, so if we can’t handle it ourselves, or we feel it’s getting out of hand, we’ll read them in.”
“Now who owns the law?”
He scoffed. “When you meet Jaxon, you’ll realize no one owns him, honey.”
“Isn’t it illegal for law-enforcement to associate with known criminals?”
He cocked his head. “Did you hear yourself say that out loud?”
“Yes.” I gasped. “Crap. If they’re associating with you, either they’re not on the up-and-up or you’re not criminals.”
“Oh, they’re as straight as they come, baby.”
“Sorry.” I said with a sigh. “I’m just having a hard time separating what happened to me with your club.”
“If you’d been attacked by a mailman, would you associate it with every mail carrier?”
I shrugged. “Maybe.”
He gave me a gentle smile. “I’m gonna do everything I can to help you get past this. But you’re gonna have to meet me at least some of the way.”
I nodded. “I can do that.”
“Good.”
“So, how much danger are you in?”
“Right now, things have calmed down a little, but I did get chewed out for wearing my cut to that damn grocery store. Not just by you. We’re still supposedto be keeping a low profile, but I felt so good to be back in my colors, I kind of forgot to take off the cut when I left the club.”
“Forgot?” I raised an eyebrow. “Or thought you might push the boundaries a little?”
He smirked. “Yeah, probably that too.”
I took a deep breath and met his eyes. “Have you had someone following me?”
He frowned. “Did you clock them?”
“What do you mean, did I clock them?” I demanded. “Has someone been watching me?”
“Yeah. One of our prospects. Brian. He’s been makin’ sure you get to and from work, and sits on your place at night. He switches out with Grip if he’s wiped out, but for the most part, it’s Brian.” Gio frowned. “Did he scare you, baby, because—”
