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“That’s the biggest lie I’ve ever heard from the police, and that’s saying something in this town. When was the last time no one was hurt on your watch? Every second your corrupt department is in charge hurts people.”
The second cop fists my shirt and attempts to pull me from the ground. He only lifts me a few inches before dropping me. I’m sure the move would’ve been more effective if he had muscles instead of a beer belly.
I hop up, shoving him aside and settling into a fighting stance. I don’t know their endgame, but I don’t have time to call for backup. Injured Cop runs at me from the side. I move out of the way, only to back into Fat Cop. He grips my arms, pinning them behind my back while holding me still.
I jerk in his arms, almost breaking his hold on me. Injured Cop stomp-kicks my foot and knees me in the stomach. My steel-toed boots protect my feet from the feeble stomp, but the knee to the gut did some damage.
Doubling over, I cough and spit on the gravel before jerking my head back to smash Fat Cop’s face. No such luck. He kicks the back of my right knee, sending me falling to the ground with a thud.
Injured Cop stands over me, his fist cocked back as rage fills his eyes. Fat Cop keeps me on the ground by pressing his boot to my throat and applying pressure. I can hardly get a breath in, but I’m determined to beat these fuckers to a pulp for threatening my woman.
Right as I’m about to be sucker punched, Injured Cop’s eyes widen, and he topples to the side. Fat Cop is momentarily shocked, and while I have no idea what just happened, I’m happy to take advantage of the distraction. I wrap my hands around his ankle and rip it to the side, causing him to lose balance and fall, twisting his ankle.
Jumping to my feet, I whip my head around to see what made Injured Cop pass out. I don’t know what I expected, but I’m speechless when I see Gemma with the old metal toaster from the clubhouse kitchen.
A grin spreads over my face, and my woman returns it. “The American serial killer, Belle Gunness, killed her second husband by hitting him in the head with a ten-pound meat grinder. I figured a toaster could do some damage as well.”
“God, I love you,” I tell her, closing the distance between us and scooping her up in my arms. My lips find hers, and I infuse all of my love and passion for this woman into the kiss.
We’re interrupted when Fat Cop attempts to stand, shouting out a curse as his likely broken ankle gives out. Injured Cop was knocked out cold, thanks to my amazingly brave princess.
“Are you fuckin’ kidding me?” I growl at the cop. “You’re not going anywhere. In fact, I have a few friends at the FBI who want to talk to you and your friend here. The sheriff won’t be too far behind, I imagine.”
The back door of the clubhouse bursts open, and Rider and Hawk come sprinting toward the scene.
“What the hell happened?” Hawk asks.
“Dirty fucking cops playing dirty fucking games,” I reply. Gemma squeezes me, and I hug her back, not wanting her to ever leave my arms.
“You okay?” Rider asks.
“Thanks to Gemma,” I say, looking down at her with a grin.
“You still have the recording?” she asks.
I nod, kissing the top of her head. “Of course. They didn’t get anything other than the ass-kicking they deserved.”
She smiles, but I feel a slight tremor run down her spine. I’m sure she’s still pumped full of adrenaline, and I know she’ll crash soon. I want to get her home, take care of her, and thank her for coming to my rescue. She’s kind of perfect, and she needs to hear it.
Turning to Hawk and Rider, I nod at the passed-out cop and Fat Cop, writhing on the ground and half-heartedly attempting to crawl away.
“We’ll clean up,” Rider says, understanding what I’m silently asking. “Officer Jake is on the way with some agents.”
“Thanks,” I tell them sincerely. Digging around in my pocket, I grab the thumb drive and hand it to Hawk. “Make sure he gets this. I’m taking the rest of the day to be with Gemma.”
“Got it,” Hawk confirms. “I’ll let Blade know.”
I shake his hand and nod at Rider, dragging Injured Cop’s limp body to the side. I won’t lie; I’m insanely proud that Gemma took him out. And insanely turned on.
“Ready to get back home?” I ask softly.
She nods. “Yeah, I think that’s enough people-ing for the day,” comes her sweet response. “Besides, we need to talk about the whole confessing-your-love-to-me thing.”
“Whatever you want, princess. I’ll tell you every damn day how much I love you.”
I lean down to scoop her up, but Gemma spins out of my reach, giving me a playful look. “You can’t carry me everywhere. I have two working legs and two feet.”
“And ten adorable toes.” I grab her hand and pull her into my arms. “Princesses often get carried to their next destination.”
