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Izzy dropped to her knees, and Agent Miller handed her a white handkerchief.
“Hold this to your nose," Agent Miller said. “You may have broken it.”
Izzy pressed the cloth to her face, and she noticed her hands were covered in blood. She began to shake, but she forced herself to take deep breaths to control the nausea. “What happened?”
Agent Miller took Izzy’s arm and helped her up. “So much has happened, I don’t know where to begin.”
Izzy looked around and noticed at least forty official-looking men and women, all armed, taking on cell phones and walkie talkies. “I don’t understand.”
Agent Miller took Izzy’s arm again and walked her toward a black sedan. She wore a black pantsuit with a white blouse. Her blond hair was twisted into a complicated bun, and she sported dark sunglasses. “Because you didn’t return our texts or calls, we were able to get a warrant to search the Powder House compound. Imagine our surprise when we discovered—and arrested—a good number of Black Jacks with a whole lot of illegal weapons.”
“Were weapons in the compound covered under the warrant?”
“Does it really matter?”
Probably not.She got into the car, left the door open, and scooted over. Agent Miller entered next and handed Izzy a water bottle from a small cooler on the floor. She removed the handkerchief to drink the cold water, not really caring that the white cloth was soaked in blood.Herblood.
Another agent closed the passenger door and got into the driver’s seat. A moment later, he turned on the car and drove around the perimeter of the compound, toward the front. She’d not appreciated how much property the MC owned.
She took another long drink and used her fist to wipe water off her chin. “What about the Devil’s Renegades?”
“All arrested and charged with weapons charges, among other things.” Agent Miller’s smile seemed insincere since her dark sunglasses hid her eyes. “We arrested over twenty four MC members from both clubs. Not bad considering they weren’t our primary target. I guess you could call it a free gift with purchase.”
Izzy finished the bottle and watched the scenery pass by in silence. A few minutes later, they pulled up in front of the Powder House compound. The scene was a study in controlled chaos. Ambulances sat off to the side, and two black SWAT vehicles were positioned in front of the gate. Police and sheriff cars of all shapes and sizes, with their lights flashing, formed a U-shaped barrier between the compound’s gate and the woods beyond the road. Every officer she saw was carrying a rifle and a sidearm. It was clear that no one would be able to run away. “What’s going on?”
“We’ve already transported the Black Jacks,” Agent Miller said. “But I wanted you to see this. Maybe it will help you get your life back onto the right track.”
A prison transport bus appeared next to the SWAT vehicles. Then the compound gate opened and twenty federal agents came out. They formed a column leading from the gate to the prison transport bus. Then all of the members of the Devil’s Renegades filed out of the compound. Each man was handcuffed and escorted by a uniformed police officer.
This was all her fault. If she’d just trusted Hawk all those weeks ago, when they were sleeping with each other almost every day, maybe this could’ve been prevented. But, no. She’d insisted on doing everything alone and keeping secrets from those who wanted to help her, like Tish and J.R.
Like Hawk.
She used her arm to wipe away her tears, making sure not to touch her aching nose. “What about Hawk Mosby? What’s going to happen to him?”
“That all depends on you.” Agent Miller stared hard at Izzy. “Get out of the car.”
“Why?”
Agent Miller pulled out her weapon and held it on her lap. “Because I said so.”
Izzy used a shaky hand to open the door and got out. Thunder hit, and a raindrop hit her cheek. The dark skies made the day seem even more bleak and desperate.
Agent Miller got out on her side of the car and whistled.
The men of the MC, who were still walking toward the transport bus, looked in Agent’s Miller direction… and saw Izzy.
Her breath caught in her throat, and she grabbed the car door so she wouldn’t collapse.
One man took a step out of line, toward her, until a policeman hit him in the gut with a baton. The man doubled over and fell to his knees. Another cop helped him up, and he looked over at her. Recognition hit just as another round of thunder cracked open the skies, and she covered her mouth with her hand.
Hawk stared at her with such anger and disgust, she felt the heat of it across the five hundred feet separating them. Her mouth went dry, and she held in her silent screams as the man she loved walked toward the prison bus.
“I imagine you’re blaming yourself,” Agent Miller said. “And you wouldn’t be totally wrong. If you’d just worked with us from the beginning, instead of running away and doing everything on your own, none of this would’ve happened. Now get in the car.”
Izzy sat in the car, but she refused to acknowledge Agent Miller. It had started raining, and water smeared the dirt on the windows. Still, she watched Hawk walk away as a prisoner.
“We have another problem,” Agent Miller said.
