“It’sokay,” Laney replied, and Inodded in agreement.
“It’sfine. They pull this shit all the time with us. Don’tworry about it, babe.” Ikissed the top of her head, and Shooter and Imade our way over to the officers as they climbed out of their cars.
“Can we help you, officers?” Shooter asked as he lit up acigarette.
“Depends,” the first man said. He straightened his belt and looked over at the clubhouse. “Renovating?”
“You could say that,” Casa replied. He looked uneasy, and if Casa was uneasy then you knew shit was about to go down.
“We’re looking for Bishop Wright. Goes by the name of Gauge.” The officer was looking right at me as he spoke, and Ichuckled. “I’mguessing that’syou.”
Igave aslow clap and smiled. “You guessed correctly. Give this motherfucker aprize.”
He smiled back and pulled out his cuffs as he came forward. “You have the right to remain silent—”
“What?” Isnapped.
“Anything you say can and will be used against you in acourt of law. You have the right to an attorney…”
He turned me around and slapped the cuffs on my wrists. Ialready knew not to fight them. It wasn’tthe first time I’dbeen arrested, and it wouldn’tbe the last.
“Gauge!” Jolie ran forward, and the other officer drew his gun and aimed it at her.
“Ma’am, stay back!”
Casa grabbed her around the waist right before she reached me.
“If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you…”
“Mind telling me what I’msupposed to have done?” Iasked. My eyes met Jolie’s, her fury vibrant, and Imouthed at her to calm down. Can’tsay it helped much. If anything, she grew angrier.
Shooter took astep forward, and the officer with the gun trained it on him.
Shooter held up his hands. “Imean no harm,” he said almost too calmly.
“Stay back!” he shouted.
“Do you understand the rights Ihave just read to you?” The officer behind me tightened the cuffs further and began to guide me to his patrol car.
“Care to tell me what the fuck you’re arresting me for?” Iargued, getting more annoyed by the second. The urge to lash out was growing out of my control. Not for me, but for the fact that the fucker with the gun kept pointing it at the people Icared about, and that shit wasn’tacceptable.
“Do you understand the rights that Ihave just read to you, Bishop Wright?” he yelled behind me.
“Yes, Ifucking understand. Now tell me what you’re arresting me for!” Iraged, infuriated now.
The patrol car door opened and he attempted to push me and get me into the car. Istiffened and glared at him.
“Get in the car before Ifucking taser you,” he bit out.
Ilaughed. “You think Igive ashit about that?”
Aslow smile spread across his face. “How about Itaser your girlfriend then, huh? Or maybe we shoot your president for getting too close? Pretty sure he’spacking… Am Iright?”
My jaw twitched as my teeth clenched.
“Get in the fucking car!”
Iglanced over at the other officer, his gun still aimed at Shooter.
