… You’re a sick fuck.
“Anderson.” The agent states as he walks up to Ash, standing in front of us. “I guess I should talk to you, huh? Since you’re currently the highest member in this little convoy.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Ash smirks to him and I have to keep the laughter from coming out.
“No,” he shakes his head again, a shitty smirk still plastered on his face. He’s still sitting on the bike, not taking this fuck head serious, but I guess with everything that I’ve heard that has been going on with Ace and Remy it doesn’t seem that shocking why a fed would stop us trying to fuck with us.
“Okay then, where are you guys coming from?”
“Oh, I’m fighting the urge to tell you to go fuck yourself because you have no right to ask me my whereabouts for no reason, you know brain injury and all, but nowhere.”
“You mean to tell me you boys are coming back from nowhere.”
“Yeah,” Ash looks over at Ace, who nods, not looking over at the agent, but I can tell by Ace’s body language that whoever this prick is, the one who has been fucking with Remy.
The fed laughs before he looks at us, “What are you boys just out on a stroll.” This time Ash is the one to laugh as he stands from the seat, leaning onto the bike and looking eye to eye with him.
“Well then, you won’t mind it if we search your bikes.” Ash smirks as he looks back to the rest of us and we all nod, moving off the bikes. Ash laughs to himself as he stands completely from the bike, towering over the agent as he steps into him. The fed hesitates as he takes a step back and Ash laughs again. At one point, Ash was probably a pretty boy. The scars, tattoos, and now brain injury seemed to help with his intimidation factor.
I watch as the fed walks up to Ace and starts talking to him in a voice which is low enough that I can’t hear him, but I know that he’s trying to push all of his buttons. Trying to get a reaction out of him so he can arrest him. It’s a shit thing to do. He says something to him, and I see him gesture in a chef’s kiss.
Ace speaks back to him with a similar shitty smirk on his face as the one Ash was wearing earlier and I can see the slight change in Ash’s face to show some sort of concern about what Ash is going to do. He talks to the fed loud enough for us to hear him as he starts. “Tell me, what pissed you off more? Was it when you realized she declined your offer because she was still in love with me or was it when you realized that even after 10 years that when you fucked her, she was wishing and imagining it was me?” I can’t help but let a small laugh go as the fed lunges at Ace and punches him in the face.
“Whoa, Butler.” His partner, who originally was undercover to investigate us, rushes over to him and grabs at him, pulling him back.
“Where is she?”
“I have no idea. She betrayed me, remember? Something that you so eloquently forced her hand at.” Ace spits out at him.
“That’s fucking bullshit.” Butler shouts.
“We’ve all heard the news about it.” Ace laughs again. “If I was to guess. She packed up her shit and went back home.” Butler pulls out of his partner’s grasp and steps back into Ace.
“I know you’re full of shit.” He’s in Ace’s face. “I know she’s up there… wherever you are, Ace. And let me tell you this. When I take you down, she’s fucking following right behind you.”
“Then you better fucking hurry and do so before your investigation makes it to the top and you have to explain your actions. You’re going to be out the door so fast, and the bureau is off our ass for good. Because guess what, guilty or not, this has already made a spectacle of and the public is on our fucking side. They’ll do whatever they can to clean their hands of it,” I can’t help but laugh as I watch the realization form on Butler’s face and then he steps into Ace speaking low and I can’t hear what he says.
“Be my fucking guest.” Ace snaps out as the uniformed officers walk back over, informing Butler that they didn’t find a goddamn thing. We knew they wouldn’t because we left guns, knives, everything in the jeep before we left purgatory.
Butler walks off when he laughs, turns around, and looks at us. “Oh, one more thing. Did you boys know of a B&E last week?”
“What?” Ash asks, quickly.
“Yeah, we found video evidence and low and behold, there’s a Midnight Syn cut right in the footage. So tell me which one of you guys was out there?” Ace looks at each of us, confused, and I shrug back at him as he glances back at me. I know what Butler means, and so does Ash. Or I assume that’s what he’s meaning.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, nor do any of these guys, but I’m assuming you’re not leaving without one of us.”
“What the fuck are you doing?” Ace snaps out to Ash, as I’m thinking the same thing. “Think about it.” He can’t get arrested right now. Not with Caroline about to fucking pop.
“Also, Ace,” you can hear the hatred in Butler’s voice as he using his name, “if you don’t know where she is then why did her ID pop up in a prison visitor log with his whore?” He juts his thumb out toward Ash and we all know that he’s about to rip him limb from fucking limb.
“What was that, motherfucker?” Ash snaps back, stalking towards him.
“Hey,” Ace shouts out to him, trying to rein him in and calm him down, but we all know he’s not going to until Butler is on his fucking back. “Let’s not do that, today.” I am watching Ash fight against him as he tries to hold him back. Standing and stepping off of my bike, I’m fucking furious for Butler to be talking about Caroline like that as well. Disrespecting any of the ol’ ladies is a tremendous breach of our code.
“Really motherfucker.” Ash shouts over to him as he pushes against Ace. He won’t fucking stop. I know this. There’s only one thing I can do to make him stop.
“Ash man, I got this.” I call out to him. I swing on Butler as I rush up and knock him onto his back. Ash is still fighting against Ace as Butler shouts at the uniformed officers and they rush up to me. I know that I’m going to be charged, but I’ve got to protect him when he won’t protect himself. Even if he’s still fucking pissed at me. I’m tackled to the ground as I look back over to Ash, “Just think about it.” I shake my head back to him, trying to remind him he has 2 fucking kids on the way. I feel the metal on my wrists, but I don’t move.
