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“We need to see her,” the second officer said as he stepped closer. Preacher noticed he was younger than the first officer.
“One second.” Preacher walked to the door, opened it, and shouted for Jack to come outside. When she walked out, he stepped aside, pointing at the two police officers in his driveway.
“Miss, you called the cops saying you were afraid of your boyfriend?” the older cop asked.
Jack looked at the cops, then at Preacher, who was staring at her with a bored look on his face. “Yes.”
“Did he hit you? Shout at you? Tell you, you couldn’t leave?” the officer asked her.
Jack crossed her arms over her chest to keep from fidgeting. “No, he was mad at me. I just wanted to get my stuff and leave.”
“Did he say you couldn’t leave?” the younger cop asked as he stood straighter, sizing up Preacher.
“No.” Crap, she hadn’t thought things through when she called 9-1-1. This was going to bite her in the ass.
Preacher cut in, wanting the whole situation to be over. “Here’s the deal. I found out she left with a guy. I waited all night for her to get home, worrying for her safety. I then opened the tracking app on her phone and saw she was at a hotel.”
Preacher watched as the older officer began shaking his head at Jack. “When I knocked on the door, the guy answered and I hit him.” Holding out his hands, Preacher shrugged. “What would you have done if you found your woman in a hotel room with another man?” he asked.
Everyone turned around when a car barreled into the driveway and a tall, lanky man stepped out. “That’s my lawyer,” Preacher announced, smirking as Doc loped toward them. The brother had a stride on him and a swagger that definitely announced his presence.
“Doc,” Preacher called out.
Doc walked up, cigarette hanging from his lips as he pulled out his wallet to show the cops who he was. No need for the men with badges to get twitchy on him. Taking the cigarette from his mouth, he exhaled. “What’s the deal, gentlemen?”
“Jack called the cops because she was scared of me.” Preacher pursed his lips when Doc laughed.
“You? She’s afraid of you?” Doc couldn’t stop laughing. Preacher had turned the other cheek every time the girl did something. She was lucky it was Preacher she was dating and not one of the other brothers in the club.
Gaining his composure, Doc looked from one cop to the other. “What do we need to do to move this along, officers?” Doc asked the older cop, who seemed to be in charge.
“If Miss Landry wants to leave, we just need her to get her things where we can make sure there isn’t any trouble,” the cop told Doc.
Preacher turned to Jack, pissed she had the audacity to call the cops on him. “Are you packed?”
Jack stared at Preacher. Shaking her head, she mumbled an answer. “Um, no.”
Preacher leaned down to where she could see how pissed he was. “Get what you fucking need and get out of my house.” He almost growled the words.
Doc, along with Bones and Wrench, knew when Preacher had reached his limit, and he had just reached it. Stepping past Preacher, Doc spoke to Jack in an authoritative voice. Some people needed that father figure to make them get their shit together. Preacher wasn’t the kind of man you called daddy. He was the kind who gave you enough rope to hang yourself and then pulled it tight.
“Jack, pack what you need for the next few weeks. I’ll personally ship the rest of your stuff wherever you land,” Doc told her as he turned her toward the open door and gently but firmly nudged her back through it.
“Thanks,” she said in a low voice as she rushed back inside the house. Before she headed back inside, Jack looked at Preacher. Gone was the easy man she’d been dating. In his place was a hardened man with zero tolerance. She wondered how much he had kept leashed for her. She darted inside to pack quickly.
Doc pulled out his phone and scrolled through his contacts, looking for the Glass House Bed and Breakfast. Jack would need somewhere to stay the night—well, the day—until she had a plan. He stepped away long enough to book a two-day stay at the inn. When he came back over, he made sure to reintroduce himself to the officers as Preacher’s lawyer.
“I don’t think we got introduced, officer . . .” Doc waited for the older officer to introduce himself and watched the man put out his hand to shake. Being polite, he shook his hand.
“Officer Green,” the man said. “This youngster is Officer Kipper,” he added, still shaking Doc’s hand.
“I’m Adrik Davies, Mr. Goraya’s attorney.”
“Good to meet you,” Officer Green said with a tight smile.
“Are there any charges against my client?”
“No. It appears Miss Landry got her hand caught in the cookie jar and didn’t want to deal with the outcome,” Officer Green commented as the door opened back up. He didn’t miss the look on the young woman’s face. “Sorry, miss.”
