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Clint let out a sigh before running his hand through his hair. “Well at least someone was having a good time.” He glanced at Scotland, a flash of a smirk on his lips before he turned serious. “Since I assume you’ve searched the whole place by now, did you find anything other than consenting adults having a good time?”
“Uh…” The officer’s flushed face was obvious, even in the dark.
“Every person that comes through the doors has a membership,” said Clint, his grip going tight again. Scotland dragged his thumb over the back of Clint’s knuckles, trying to soothe him. “To get a membership, you have to show ID, have a criminal background check and sign about three dozen waivers. If someone managed to slip past all those checks, then the Dungeon Master will escort them off the premises before they make it past the first hall.”
The second officer arrived mid-rant, the furrow in his forehead more pronounced because of his lack of hair. His sleeves were rolled up, a familiar dragon tattoo carved into his arm.
“We’ve made three arrests.” The second officer flexed his arm, and Scotland had a sudden realization. The tattoo was familiar because he had done it himself, from the epic scales to the dark tail that had literally made the man cry.
“Hey, Duncan,” said Scotland, speaking up for the first time. The second officer’s eyes went wide as he looked at Scotland, obviously recognizing him.
People said a lot of shit when they were in his chair, the needle buzzing between them and gentle music playing in the background. The adrenaline messed with people’s heads, making them spill their secrets as Scotland gently tortured them. Duncan had been chattier than most.
“Who the hell did you arrest?” asked Clint, apparently oblivious to Duncan’s shock. “There are no weapons permitted on site, and anyone breaking the rules is shown the door.”
“There were two offenses of open liquor,” said the first officer, ticking off two fingers.
“This is a private establishment, asshole, and I have a license,” said Clint, his arm bulging as he clamped his hand down tight.
Ow, ow, ow. Scotland winced, trying to keep a straight face as his hand was squeezed.
“There was also someone practicing medicine without a license, but we let that one slide…” The officer seemed to wilt at Clint’s intense glare.
“Are you fucking with me? I’m a nurse, and there are three doctors who are members. If someone was doing some stitches, it was probably one of them. Also, most of the members are certified in first aid. I taught and certified them myself.”
Scotland shifted, trying to adjust himself. Clint was good and smart, hitting his competence kink head on. He also seemed completely fearless, despite the tremble of his grip.
“That doesn’t account for the drugs,” said Duncan, finally seeming to get over his shock. “There was more than one person with marijuana, although we are only charging one.”
“So you’re charging people for legal drugs now?” asked Clint, bristling. “I have some Advil in my bag. Did you want to arrest me, too?”
Scotland cleared his throat, catching Duncan’s eye. “Seems a bit better than what we would find in your center console, Duncan.”
Clint cast him a strange look as Duncan took a step back, stuttering out a single word before he continued to retreat. Scotland kept his glare mild. He didn’t have to do anything more. He remembered every little word about Duncan’s admissions over his addiction. He hated to use something like that against a guy, but come on.
“The blatant display of honestly despicable behavior in there is sickening,” said the first officer. That had Clint grumbling under his breath. “I’m surprised you haven’t been shut down before. Even if the concerned caller was a hoax, I’m glad they called. There were a lot of dangerous situations in there that we luckily got diffused before anyone could get hurt.”
Clint tugged his hand free, cracking his knuckles in front of him. “So that’s how you want to play.” His grin was nearly deranged, his eyes narrow and feral.
Holy fuck. If he had known about this side of Clint, he wouldn’t have faced him in the boxing ring without a hell of a lot more focus. Sure, he’d seen Cint take care of a few assholes in the club before, but the Dungeon Masters had always been at his back.
“You give me the word, and I’ll have so many lawyers crawling up your ass that you won’t be able to help but come. Everything that happens in these walls is not only fantastic but completely legal. The last asshole that tried to take on people like us failed in spectacular fashion. So, I’m going to give you one last chance. Apologize to everyone who you’ve inconvenienced, and get the hell off my property.”
“Clint!”
Clint’s head shot up and Scotland’s gaze followed a moment later as someone appeared at the open door of the club. People parted to let him through, his uniform looking different than the other officer’s. He seemed vaguely familiar, like someone Scotland may have seen a time or two passing through, but his features were common enough that he would have been easily forgotten.
“Tensall,” said Clint, holding out his hand as the other approached and shaking his hand once. “It’s good to see someone intelligent here.”
Tensall rubbed the back of his head, a strained smile on his lips. “Sorry for the disruption tonight, Clint, and for coming out here so quickly. I’d hate to interrupt your vacation for long, so I’ll keep this short.”
The blue and red lights flashed against his face, casting a shadow over his features. It was impossible to tell if he was thirty or fifty, but his hair looked dark. His eyes were dark, too, but strained in a way that suggested he had seen more than his fair share of things in life.
“We aren’t pressing any charges here tonight, and everyone has been released. It sounds like the one who called it in was a Phil something—an ex-member? I’ll take care of him.”
Scotland watched Derreck crack his knuckles beside him, narrowing his eyes.
Tensall glanced from Clint to Scotland. “I’m glad I caught the call on the radio before things got out of hand. I wanted to check in myself to see if a certain person made an appearance and that was what all the kerfuffle was about.”
