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“Op?” I looked over to see Ham in the doorway. Op and I were sitting down discussing what him and Chelsea had decided to do about school for Harlyn. “We’ve got visitors.”

“What kind?”

“The kind with handcuffs,” he replied sourly.

Optimus let out a loud sigh. “Can’t wait for this day to end.”

“It’s only twelve p.m.”

“Fuck.”

As soon as I spotted the flashing lights, I knew shit was about to go down.

The cops never came to the clubhouse. They were smart enough to stay away and just let us do our thing. We did a lot for not just Athens but the neighboring towns as well. Donating money and the time of our members to help out with different events or causes kept us in the good books for the majority of the time. We didn’t piss them off, they didn’t bother us.

It was a system that we made work.

But seeing Deacon standing out front with his arms crossed looking not quite serious, but somewhat nervous, sparked several alarm bells. Deacon had had a hard on for the club back when Rose was still being manipulated by her father. I had a feeling the only thing that had kept him from a full on attack against us was the fact that Chelsea had the man completely fucking smitten.

I tried to ignore the twist in my stomach, wondering if he was here to talk about Edge. Whether they had done some digging and figured out what we had done.

I held my chin up, though, not ready to go down just yet.

Optimus walked beside me, even though it had only been me that had been called out. But he was my president, and it was his job to know exactly what was going on with each and every one of his men.

Stopping just outside the gates, Op mirrored Deacon’s stance and got straight to the point. “What’s going on?”

Deacon held firm, puffing his chest up a little. “I didn’t ask for you, Optimus.” There was a twinge of contempt in his voice. Maybe jealousy that Op had the girl he’d pined over for weeks.

Smirking, Op held his arms out wide. “No, but like with all of my men, you get a package deal. So start explaining or get the fuck off my property.”

There were two police cars and three men standing behind Deacon. They seemed relaxed which was surprising.

“Blizzard…” I stepped forward, shoulder to shoulder with my president. “I need you to come with me.”

I almost laughed. “Why?”

“Heard you were over in Arkansas a few days ago. Some shit happened that I’m sure you and your brothers are aware of.” He gestured to the men who had gathered behind us. “I’ve got some people who’d like to speak to you about it.”

Shrugging, I played off like I was oblivious. “Can’t say I know what you’re talking about, boss.”

“I’m sure you don’t. But these people aren’t fucking around. They need to speak to you, you can even bring a couple of your buddies if you like.” His smile was tight.

I looked to Optimus at my side. Something was going on here. The cops never offered to let you take friends to an interview about a crime.

“You gonna arrest me?”

He raised his brow. “There a reason I should?”

“I’m sure you could find one.” I wanted to feel him out. This wasn’t your average‘come down to the station for questioning,’type visit.

Op and I shared a silent understanding and he nodded. “We’re taking our bikes.” He turned and walked away. That was non-negotiable. Nothing Deacon said could make me get in that cop car unless I was under arrest. And even then he’d have a fight on his hands. Deacon rolled his eyes but stepped off the curb and headed for his car. “You can follow me. These guys are heading back to the station.”

Another alarm bell went off in my head, and I quickly spun jogging to catch up with my president.

“This isn’t right,” he commented as I fell into step beside him.

“I don’t like it, not one fucking bit,” I agreed. I spotted Rose standing in the doorway, chewing on her lip as her eyes flicked between me and the police cars that sat outside the gates. I veered off, heading for her and calling at Op over my shoulder, “Give me two minutes.”

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