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Chapter Twenty-seven
Hangman
Iget to the clubhouseearly, knowing that in about ten minutes, the cops will be pounding on the doors and raiding the place. “Everything cleaned up?” I ask Gunner who’s seated at the bar, pounding coffee shots.
“Yep. Women are at the apartment, too. Nothing unordinary here,” he says, smirking.
We fist bump and I grab a cup of coffee. I wasn’t out too late last night, having spent it all with my kids and woman. Having everyone together was fucking great; everyone got along, it’s the perfect life. Seeing Justine with my grandkids had me adjusting my crotch more times than I care to admit.
Justine might not have ever had plans to become a mother, but she’s going to be one, that’s for damn sure. I want her filled with my kid. She’s young enough she can give me a handful of them. Won’t tell her that yet, though, it will just freak her out. She just needs to know she’s mine and she’ll give me what I want after that.
“Where’s Rage?”
“At home, he trapped Big Tits last night at the party and hasn’t let her come up for air. Fucker got her stoned out of her mind and was fucking within minutes after.” I laugh, what a fucker. Jennifer is gonna shit a brick when she wakes up sober and realizes what happened. Bitch has been avoiding any and all things Rage for months now.
Banging on the door interrupts our convo and I go to open it as it’s rammed down. “Police, against the wall, now!” is bellowed, fucking shit-stains. Brothers come out of their rooms, not even bothering to hide the fact they weren’t actually sleeping, and we line up against the wall.
Three cops are charged with guarding us as the rest tear the clubhouse apart. If I could spit in these fuckers’ faces I would. “Where is it?” another cop storms out from my office shouting.
“Where’s what?” I drawl.
“The body, I know what I saw yesterday, it’s here somewhere.”
“No idea what you’re talking about, man, I haven’t been here.”
He gets in my face, spit flying as he talks. “You may have an in with the Chief but not with me. I will nail your balls to the fucking wall if I so much as see you thinking about doing some illegal shit.”
No, if anything, his boss will be getting a call the minute he leaves here, and the fucker will be out of a job.
“We do have surveillance if you want to look,” Wiz offers up. Smart thinking.
Officer dick gives an ugly snort, “Like I don’t know that you can easily manipulate that shit.” He whistles. “Anything?”
“Nope, not even a trace of anything illegal,” another cop tells him, looking just as pissed off.
“There is something here, but you’re hiding it well. We’ll be back, and I swear I will be looking forward to the day that you’re locked up for good.”
I don’t say a word, anything I say will just land me in hotter water, and I don’t want to deal with this pig right now. There’s a time and a place for that shit. They leave, leaving us to deal with the mess they caused in the clubhouse. Everything is trashed, even broke the booze bottles. Assholes.
“Get Chief Clarke on the line. I want to know his thoughts about this shit,” I order Gunner and he takes off to my office as I help clean the mess.
Minutes later, Gunner comes back and hands me the phone and nods.
“Chief?”
