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“Can I be on my way now?” he asked.
“I still need to write you a ticket. You were speeding,” the cop said.
“Fine, can you just write the damn ticket so I can get out of here?” he asked. His patience was wearing thin and there was nothing he’d like more than to put this kid in his place.
“Please get back into your vehicle. I’ll be right back,” he said. Brandon watched as the kid disappeared back to his police cruiser and got back into it. Brandon slipped back into his truck and grabbed his cell to shoot Savage a text message that he was tied up but would get there soon.
“Here you go,” the cop said, handing him his ticket. “I just need for you to sign here,” he said, pointing to the bottom line. Brandon almost wanted to call the kid’s bluff and tell him to shove the ticket up his ass. He wasn’t speeding, but he’d have to deal with all of that later.
He grabbed the pen and signed the ticket, tearing the top copy off for himself and handing the rest back to the cop. “Are we done here?” Brandon growled.
“Yes,” the cop said. “I’d just like to remind you that you’re not the only vehicle on the road and to mind your speed.”
“I was going sixty in a fifty-five,” Brandon shouted. “It won’t hold up in court and you just wasted both your and my time, but you’ll figure that out soon enough.”
“Are you threatening me?” the cop asked. Well, at least he was bright enough to figure that out.
“Not at all,” Brandon said, pasting a smile on his face. “You have a nice day, officer,” he said, turning on his truck. The cop walked back to his car and stood by the driver’s side door watching him as he pulled away.
“Asshole,” Brandon mumbled under his breath. “You just cost me, and you have no fucking idea how much.” He sped off down the highway to the bar. He needed to get into Savage Hell and talk to Savage before it was too late. His new partner’s life depended on it.
* * *
Brandon walked into Savage Hell and found Savage and his husband Bowie behind the bar. “You’re late Mayhem,” Savage shouted over the music using Brandon’s biker name. He was about an hour late, to be exact.
“Is anyone here yet besides you two?” he asked. He looked around the bar and noticed that the guys had decorated for Christmas already. Actually, their Ol’ladies probably decorated for them because picturing any of the big, badass bikers putting up a Christmas tree made him want to laugh. “Jesus, guys,” he grumbled, “it's still four weeks till Christmas. I mean, we just ate turkey.”
“Right, and our wife insists that the day after Thanksgiving starts the Christmas holiday. She says decorate and we ask where she wants the fucking tree,” Bowie said.
“No one else is here yet,” Savage said. “You’re safe. What’s up?” Brandon had called Savage earlier and told him that he needed his help, but that was about it. The guys in the club always reached out to Savage for help. He was the guy to call in case of emergency, but Brandon didn’t think that he’d ever need to call him for anything.
“I need your help,” Brandon said.
“So you said earlier.” Savage tossed the towel that he was using to dry the glasses onto the counter and rounded the bar. “What kind of help?” he asked.
“My partner is in trouble, and I need help getting her someplace safe. Does Ryder still have his own plane?” he asked.
“Is your partner the redhead that’s come in with you a few times?” Bowie asked.
“Yes, her name is Maven Griffin. She’s been my partner for six months now and I think that the Ghosts have her. I know where she is, and I plan on going in to get her out of the warehouse that they’re keeping her in, but I need a way to get her out of town, fast.”
“Ryder still has a plane and I’m betting that he’ll fly you where you want to go, but you’re FBI, man. Why not just use your resources to get her out of town?” Savage asked.
“Because I think that the Ghosts have a man on the inside and I’m afraid that if I involve my office, it will get us all killed.” He had been worried about this happening for months now. The Ghosts had caught up to his daughter, Dizzy, and that meant that they knew where he was. After all these years of looking over his shoulder and worrying about the Ghosts tracking him down, they had found him. The problem was, he didn’t know whom he could and couldn’t trust—well, except Maven. He knew that he could trust his partner with his life, and that was why he had to get her out of the warehouse where the Ghosts were holding her.
They had sent him a cryptic message that they had her and to come alone, but he wasn’t a fool. Setting up a meeting with the Ghosts wouldn’t end well for him. No, he was going to have to figure out another way into that place and pull her out discretely. It was the only way to keep them both alive.
“You have a snitch?” Bowie asked.
“I believe that I do,” he said. “I just don’t know who and I can’t trust anyone at work. I know that my brothers would never let me down, so that’s why I’ve turned to you all. Can you help me? Maven doesn’t deserve to rot in a makeshift cell that the Ghosts are keeping her in.”
“I’ll do whatever I can to help,” Savage offered. “I’m sure that Ryder will have no problem flying you where you want to go.”
“I’m in too,” Bowie promised. “Our wife might kick our asses, but I won’t let you two go into that place alone. How far away is it?” he asked.
“Just across town. They sent me this message,” Brandon said, holding out his phone. “They want me to come alone.” He let the guys read the message and then pocketed his cell phone.
“Well, we’re not going to let that happen, now are we?” Savage asked. “I can be ready tonight, it that’s not too soon.”
