“Come on.” He says as he stands up and walks around the desk. He pauses as he looks back at Linc. “Stay here.”
“Come on, dad.” He groans, one of the few times he shows anything bothering him. “I’m gonna eventually know.”
“When you patch in, that’s when you’ll know.” He nods back to Axe and I.
I get Linc’s frustration as he stands with his foot propped up against the wall, like a pouting kid.
“Sorry.” I mutter to him before I walk out of the room and follow the other men down the hallway.
Ro wasn’t super thrilled when Linc came to me, wanting to patch in. But like I had told him when we were discussing it, locality is the most important part. It’s what makes the club stronger, and what can be stronger. We grew up together. And honestly, he’s more of a fucking legacy in this shit than I am. And if I wouldn’t let him patch in, he’d go to another club, which would be more of a problem for us.
Linc thanked me for it, though.
We walk well away from the building, leaving our phones on the table before we walk outside, and then Ro turns to us and nods his head.
“Something’s not right.”
“What do you mean?” I nod over to him and he groans, scrubbing his hands over his eyes.
“I can’t explain it, but… something’s not right within the club.” He takes a pause. “I can’t explain it, but I’ve been in this life for long fucking enough to know when something’s off.”
“So what is it?”
“There’s a rat somewhere.”
“Man…” I trail, trying to think quickly. “I feel like we would be able to tell, and I mean…”
“We’ve had some people transfer in from other charters. I just wonder if we got one.”
“Alright, look, we can all watch out, but… maybe we’re just thinking too much about this.”
“I don’t think so… not with this one.” He shakes his head.
At this point, I’m so used to seeing the sight of blood, not that it bothered me before, but it doesn’t even faze me. Some of the other things I’ve come into contact with… well, that’s another story.
Doubled-over outside of the house that we’re at, I can’t stop myself as I dry heave into a bush.
“Are you alright?” The deep voice asks from my side. I can’t help but laugh as I look over at him. He’s handsome. His eyes hide some sort of danger, telling me I should stay away, but I can’t help myself. I need to rid my body and mind of Zane, and another pair of danger-eyes will do just that.
The man reaches his hand down to me and I hesitantly grasp it. When his jacket opens, I see the detective’s badge and I ease just slightly. Not saying that police officers put me at ease, because they don’t… well Elias and I became friends almost as soon as I moved here, in fact he’s the one who got me my job, but every other cop, I’ve watched my back with.
“You’ll get used to it.” He smirks at me as he pulls me to him and I roll my eyes.
“Have you been in there?” I snap back, putting distance between us. I watch as he hesitates and I laugh. “Good luck.” I pat his chest as I turn around, pulling my mask back up and walking back into the house.
Is it glamorous work? No.
But does it pay well? Fuck, no.
But it’s a job for now, and I’m trying to find something else. But what is someone supposed to do when they have absolutely no fucking skills?
?
I’m leaving the scene as I walk over to the car, stripping off the suit, and tossing it into the bin in my trunk. I may just fucking burn it than cleaning it.
“Wow.” The same deep voice says slightly away from me. “I mean, I saw you had a pretty face, but wouldn’t have imagined that.”
“What?” I snap my head back over at him, glaring.
