“I know exactly who they are, Mother,” I growl pulling away from her again. “They not only helped me and Sutton, but that’s my boyfriend and his brothers you’re trying to have arrested.”
Her face is priceless. I think I’ve actually shocked her speechless, which never happens to Carly Burns.
“You…I…your boyfriend?” She glances down at where Kane is and then back at me, but then she turns to Dennis. For what? I have no idea. She’ll catch flies soon if she doesn’t shut her trap.
“Did you just say that the leader of this gang is your boyfriend?” Dennis asks as if I just stated that blueberries rain down from storm clouds.
“It’s not a gang, it’s a motorcycle club. There’s a difference, and yes, we’ve been seeing each other for a while.”
A smug voice interrupts our debate.
“Well, well, well. If the almighty Stone hasn’t gone and gotten himself an Ol’ Lady,” the guy that Kane referred to as Hector, jeers.
I hear Kane murmur fuck as he is being lifted up from the ground by two officers.
Fuck! Could this day get any worse? Not only are these fuckers on our turf, but now Raegan has a large target on her back. My vision bursts red when I looked up from talking with Bull and saw Viper cuts surrounding Raegan. When he put his dirty hands on her pure silky skin, I couldn’t reach them fast enough. The thought of someone so vile touching what was mine kicked my adrenaline into overdrive. I didn’t care that we were in public and had witnesses, Hector fucking Sanchez was going to meet his maker.
Turner, the police chief and our longest running man on our payroll, had already come by our booth earlier to inform us that the Vipers MC was present at the carnival. He made sure to let us know to keep the peace with so many innocent lives in attendance with mostly children here today.
Like we’d start a shootout with witnesses to identify us.
None of us want to see the inside of a cellblock any time soon, so we made sure to have our weapons put away and left them with the prospects manning the food booth.
A police van appears and we’re placed in the back of it. I can hear my little wildcat still arguing with the mayor and officers to let us go, but I know this is what the mayor has been waiting a long time for. He’s been trying everything to get us cuffed and locked up. In the van Reaper, Brass, Havoc, Bull, and I sit along one bench, while Hector and his crew are opposite us. We’re all cuffed and chained to the seats so that we can’t make any movements with our hands and feet. The others must be in the other police cars that pulled up after we entered the van.
“So, the unbreakable Stone now has a kink in his armor,” Hector boasts. I wish I could break these chains to permanently shut his mouth. Instead, I lean my head back against the van and try to drown this fucker out. “I bet she’s a firecracker in bed by the way she tried to put up a fight out there. Hmm, I bet her pussy is just as sweet as her skin smelled out there.” He makes a point to sniff the air like he can still smell her.
I shift forward in my seat and stare him square in the eye.
“I’m gonna cut every one of your fingers off with a dull knife after I tear out your fucking tongue, you piece of shit,” I say in a low menacing tone.
He stares at me for a moment but then shakes his head as if this is some frat house banter between friends. He’s poked the bear one too many times, and in the next few days, he is going to realize that his club is no longer playing with the big boys. We’ve made sure that they’ll be losing both their drug and gun shipments for good. Raegan and Hawk have made sure to clean all their accounts out and wired all of their money to an offshore account she set up.
We arrive at the police station and are ushered into two large rooms where they split up our clubs. One thing you learn in this lifestyle is that cops take their sweet ass time booking you in. I already know our attorney, Donald, has been called and made aware of this situation. Being a small town, word travels fast. It should just be a matter of time before we move this process along. They don’t really have us on anything except fighting in public. But for some reason I think Mayor Burns has something up his sleeve.
“You think Turner’s going to be able to work his magic and get us off on a warning?” Brass asks after we’ve been in this white box for what seems like hours.
“We’ll have to wait and see, but I doubt it,” Havoc says leaning his head back against the painted cinderblocks. “Am I the only one who feels like we were set up? Why in the hell were Vipers in our town to begin with any way?”
Havoc has a really good point. Even Turner was shocked when he was telling us about them walking around the carnival. Their clubhouse is an hour away; why come here if not to start trouble? They know we’re in a war and yet they come at us with witnesses?
The sound of footsteps echo across the concrete flooring as the door finally opens and in strolls Turner along with our attorney. We all make our way over to the table in the middle of the room and have a seat. Donald Smith is a bald older man in mid-fifties. I found him when I took over as president five years ago. He had a son who was killed by a drug deal gone wrong in the parking lot of the local grocery store here in town. His son just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time and caught a stray bullet walking out to his car. The cops were having a hard time finding the scum who did it, and when we decided to step in, we were able to bring Smith the justice he was searching for.
“How bad is it?” I ask Smith.
“Not as dreadful as it was supposed to be,” he confesses while pushing his glasses up from his nose to the top of his head.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Havoc questions.
“It means that you guys dodged a hefty one here today,” Turner pipes up to tell us.
That has me curious now.
“It seems that the mayor is really pushing the D.A. to charge you guys with a whole slew of crimes to put you behind bars for a while. Especially those of you who have priors.”
“For a little fight? It wasn’t even as brutal as those bar brawls they have down at Rusty’s on a Saturday night,” Reaper scoffs.
“According to the mayor, they found weapons and dime bags on you guys out at the carnival,” Smith informs us.
