“Now, why would you come and interrupt our little outing?”
“We got an anonymous tip.”
“About what?”
“That a drug drop was going on here tonight.”
“From who?” I can’t help but laugh. “A coworker who has it out for me?” Raising my eyebrows at him.
He says nothing, but hesitates as he stands in one spot.
“Someone who is a little pressed that once upon a time, I fucked his wife?”
There’s a stifled laugh that spreads across the group behind me, but the officer still doesn’t say a word.
“Don’t you think that’s a little juvenile, having it out for someone just because he knows what your wife sounds like when she cums?” I know that Darren’s listening in somewhere, growing more irrational by the moment. A voice inside of me tells me I should calm down, that somehow this is all going to backfire and Tatum’s going to deal with it, but I just can’t stop. I fucking despise this motherfucker, and taunting him out of hiding so I can deal with him is what I fucking need. “But I guess I don’t know what it’s like not to be able to compare to someone else and knowing that every time I fuck my wife, she’s thinking about someone else. But I guess the jokes really on him cause that’s what happens when you do shitty things.”
He still stands, not knowing what all he should do because I just bluntly told him why Darren has it out for the club… or me, and he knows that this isn’t where he should be.
“Anyway, no drugs here.” I smile at him, holding out my arms before I turn around to my brothers. “Have you guys seen any drugs?”
A unison no sounds from behind me and I nod.
“Ugh.” He mumbles.
“It’s fine. You can stumble out the same way you came in and this time we’ll let it slide. I won’t report it to anyone, but you should probably be a little more careful about who you take tips from.”
“He is fucking furious.” Spyder says into the comms. “He’s trying to drive over there, but his partner won’t let him. He’s screaming outside of the car.”
I walk into the hospital, turning to go up to the third floor.
The elevators ding before the doors slide open, and I exit. Turning the corner, I hesitate as I see her in the room’s window.
I glance around, pulling my hood up, and walk towards her room. Stilling as I hear Darren talking from behind me, he seems in good goddamn spirits.
It makes my fucking blood boil.
I turn to walk away from the room, about to pass the nurses’ station, trying to conceive another plan.
If I believed in God, I would think he was sending me a sign with a familiar face.
“Dan…” I say to the doctor, who’s standing talking with a nurse.
“Goddamnit.” He mutters to himself before looking over at me. “I thought I was done dealing with the MC.”
It makes me laugh this time. “Oh, come on. How many babies have you delivered over the years?”
“None.”
“Uhhh, that’s not true. I’m pretty sure that there’s a record around here somewhere of at least 2.” He’s not amused with me at the moment, but I find this hilarious. I lower my voice as I lean into him this time. “Tell me. Is forging documents like that a crime?” I’m aware of how fucked up it is that I’m using something he did for the club, did for my family, shit for my brother and me, against him.
“What do you want, Zane?”
“Such few people call me by my name anymore. It’s weird when I hear it.” He shakes his head. “Seriously, do you have a minute to talk… privately?”
“Fuck… I’m going to regret this.” He mumbles as he nods his head and I follow him down the hallway.
He opens a door to an office and we walk inside. He moves around the desk and sits down as I sit in front of it.
