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Chapter Thirty-Four
“They’re here,” Ham called out as he burst inside the clubhouse.
I was just sitting down at the bar to have a drink, given that I’d finally managed to delete my footprint and its links to my computer and move all my shit into Leo’s room. We’d set it up with games for Macy, and accounts and shit for the club so that for the most part, it simply looked like a normal family or business unit.
“Damn it,” I cursed, throwing back the entire beer that Jess had just handed me, knowing that I’d probably need it to get through the next few hours of having these dickheads rummaging through our shit. They’d never find anything, that was for fucking sure, but it was still gonna piss us all off to see them turn everything upside down, just like they’d done to X-Rated.
“They’re waiting at the gates, requesting you come out,” Ham added when Optimus got to his feet.
He rolled his eyes. “Of course they are, demanding fuckers.”
I slammed the beer bottle down and followed my president and brothers out the door, a sign of solidarity as we approached the gate where there were three police cars parked.
I saw Blizzard look sideways at Optimus. “There ain’t many of them,” he noted quietly.
He was right, three cars and six officers, including Deacon who had his shoulders squared and a sharp glare on his face as he stood behind the two detectives. Morris and Chapman, as they’d so elegantly introduced themselves to us at X-Rated, while they basically stripped searched us and destroyed our establishment. Morris was short and stubby, while Chapman was tall and lean. The perfect pair.
Optimus nodded to Ham to pull the gates open, and he ran forward, ducking into the gate booth. The large gates shook as they slid open slowly and we stepped in between them.
“Boys,” Morris greeted with a stern face, while Chapman couldn’t keep the smirk off his lips.
“Gonna hope that you have a search warrant, or I’m gonna have to ask you politely to leave,” Optimus threw back, crossing his arms over his chest.
Chapman stepped forward, but none of us backed down despite his purpose being to try and intimidate us. “We don’t have a search warrant…” he said, his eyes drifting over each of us as we stood together as a solid group. I was surprised but I tried not to let it show.
“Then I suggest you—”
His eyes finally settled on me and his smile grew wider. “But we do have an arrest warrant.”
I bared my teeth. “What the fuck are you talking about?” I asked harshly as he pulled his cuffs from his belt.
Morris stepped up beside him, thrusting a piece of paper into Optimus’ hands. His eyes quickly scanned it, Blizzard reading over his shoulder as I waited for this verdict.
“Fuck,” Optimus cursed. He waved the paper in the air. “This is fucking bullshit, and you know it! We can prove he didn’t do it.”
“What the hell is going on?” I demanded, looking between my president and the detectives.
“Ryan Taylor,” Chapman started, and I grimaced at my birth name, a name no one called me now except my sister. “You are under arrest for the murder of Peter Davenport…” The rest of the words all became one big blur, a blur I’d heard millions of times as he read me my rights. Even the feeling of the cuffs encasing my wrists was familiar, but one that made my gut sink and my temper to rise.
I looked over to Op and my brothers who watched on with deep frowns. Op had the papers clenched in his fist as though that was the only thing stopping him from throwing punches.
“We’ll meet you at the station,” Op said as he came forward, patting me on the shoulder and looking directly into his eyes. I knew what he was looking for, even though I’d been at the club that night he was killed, he needed to know that I didn’t leave at some point and do it. That I didn’t shoot the fuckhead. I knew, either way, he and the club would stand beside me, but first, it was a case of knowing just what they were dealing with.
I shook my head, letting him know it wasn’t me.
Whatever evidence they had been able to get an arrest warrant was absolute shit, and there had to be a way to fucking prove it.
Op nodded, hearing the words I didn’t say, as Chapman shoved me toward one of the police cruisers. I growled deep in my throat and jerked away while he placed his hand on my head to direct me inside.
Chapman chuckled. “Guess you’ve done this enough times, huh?” He laughed as he placed the seatbelt over my body and pulled back, slamming the door.
I looked out to my brothers, Optimus was already directing them to their bikes while Blizzard watched on, his cell to his ear and his mouth moving at rapid speed.
Morris climbed in the driver’s side and buckled himself up, as Chapman climbed in beside me in the backseat. “You have the right to remain silent and all that shit, but if there’s anything you need to tell us, we are totally willing to listen.” Morris grinned in the rear vision mirror as he started the engine and pulled away from the curb, the two other police cars following behind us.
“Yeah, I got a question actually,” I said, looking over at Chapman who was watching me with a smug smirk. “Can you suck my cock?” I asked him, enjoying the way his face dropped instantly.
Morris laughed, but Chapman was quick to retaliate, throwing his fist and connecting with my jaw. I immediately felt the copper taste of blood fill my mouth, and turned my head, spitting it against the window.
