“He was the captain of the rugby team in school,” Brogan offered, but his eyes remained on Tierney. “You two are still a thing?”
She shook her head. “We dated in school, but then re-met each other a few years ago.”
Brogan nodded, jotting down notes on his computer. “Tell me what happened.”
Tierney looked at me, and I saw the way she hesitated.
“You got this?” I said to Brogan. He nodded and I got up, squeezing Tierney’s shoulder, before I left the station. I waited outside for her, pulling out my packet of smokes and lighting one.
Fuck.
I’d been a shit brother. I should have reached out to her, I should have told her that I wanted to be in their lives. Especially after my dad died.
Fucking Louise.
She’d been such a jealous bitch, even when it came to my dad’s other kids, that she never wanted me to have friends. Luckily, my friends growing up were as fierce as I needed them to be, and they wouldn’t let her drive me crazy.
A bike pulled up, but I didn’t need to look up to know who it was. Dempsey strode over to me, his Broken Reapers cut on his back. It must have looked so strange to anyone who saw that two rival club members were sitting outside the police station, smoking together. He took a drag of his own smoke and sat next to me.
“Tierney?” he asked.
“Yeah. You know about her boyfriend?”
“I warned him not to come near her again,” Dempsey said, angrily.
“Fucker didn’t listen,” I said. “She’s talking to Brogan inside, making a report.”
“Fuck,” Dempsey said.
“Yeah.”
We sat in silence until the doors opened and Brogan led Tierney outside. Tierney took a call on her phone and moved off to answer. Brogan came over to us.
“I didn’t file it,” he said, his lip almost white with rage. “Alex, you take her back to the clubhouse. Dempsey, you with me.”
“Brogan, you’re acting outside the law,” I taunted him.
“You wouldn’t want to see a fist through that guy’s smug mouth?” he asked me. He was serious, and for a tiny morsel of a moment, I realised he liked Tierney more than just an old high school crush.
“I’m down,” Dempsey said. “Alex, take her back and make sure she thinks she’s part of this party planning shit. Cameron won’t be messing with my sister anymore.”
I nodded, happy to be the one who distracted her.
“That was Shona,” she said, coming over to us. “She said she needs help with the party.”
“I’ll take you back,” I said. “I gotta get back anyway.”
Dempsey would have no cause to be there at the clubhouse since he was a Reaper, and Brogan was a damn cop. She wasn’t suspicious that they didn’t follow. I led her down the steps to the car and got back in, squashing my legs in while she wheeled us out of the carpark and toward the clubhouse again.
“Thank you for making me do that,” she said. “It felt so good to get it off my chest.”
“Good. I still could have handled it though.”
“I have no doubt,” she smiled, keeping her eyes on the road.
“Was it just good to get it off your chest, or is your good mood a little because of who took your report?”
“Brogan?” she asked. “Oh come on, that was a lifetime ago.”
