Page 82 of Fanatic

“They can think again. And I’m not running,” I replied.

“Fanatic!” Lio hissed.

“No. Don’t come here looking to set a trap for me,” I warned.

“This isn’t, Fanatic. Listen, Gold, and I came to arrest you because Hope and Morris insisted on the full rigmarole. They wanted several black and whites, more than two uniforms, and to march you out in cuffs. Gold and I convinced Holmes you trusted us enough to come quietly. And you did. Since then, we’ve been cut out of everything. But uniforms don’t like Hope and Morris, and they’re spilling what’s going on.”

“And?” Sunny demanded.

“They think this is a career maker, that whether Fanatic is innocent or not doesn’t matter. Nailing Phoenix Michaelson’s son will get them recognition and promotions. Fanatic, you’ve got to disappear while your lawyer sorts this out,” Lio insisted.

“I don’t need to do shit. Because the moment they arrest me is when we hit SPD with a massive lawsuit. See, my lawyer did subpoena the footage, and we’ve got everything to prove I’m innocent. They come for me, you gotta warn Holmes. I’ll fuck SPD and Black Hawk PD up,” I warned.

“Holmes isn’t in control. Shit’s been taken out of his hands,” Lio explained.

“Even better,” I replied.

“Suggest you get out of sight Lio, just heard cops are at the gates,” Chance announced from behind Lio. “One unmarked car and four marked.”

“Looks like the game is on,” I said, but my stomach clenched.

“I’m not leaving,” Lio stated. “They can’t be trusted.”

“No shit,” Chance moaned. “Jinx is on the gate and stalling them. He has demanded to see their badges. Then he’s decided they’re fake and is calling SPD. That gives Adeline time to get here.”

Minutes ticked by as we waited for the inevitable drama. Chance’s phone finally chirped, and Jinx texted that he’d been forced to admit the cops. Well, he had managed to make them wait seven minutes. About thirty seconds later, we heard cars pull up outside, and the doors flew open to the clubhouse.

“We’ve a warrant for the arrest of Micah Michaelson,” Hope sneered, looking around.

“I’m here, what now?” I asked.

“Kidnapping.”

“Interesting. When did that happen? Because I was hospitalised a few days ago,” I replied.

I visibly watched the wind leave her sails.

“What?”

“When was I meant to have kidnapped someone? Because four days ago, I collapsed and was in hospital for potential liver failure. I was released a couple of days ago,” I said.

“You’re lying,” Hope spat.

“Bitch, you seriously need to check your facts,” I retorted, getting up. “You just ended your career. By the time I am done, you won’t even get a job as a shit picker.”

I staggered slightly, and Chance stepped up. “You okay?”

“Get Doc Paul. Chance, I don’t feel right, fuck,” I gasped.

“Enough messing about. Morris read him his Miranda rights, sick of this bullshit,” Hope snarled.

My head began spinning. Hope stormed over and pushed Chance away.

“Put the cuffs on my front, I’m gonna pass out,” I warned as blackness started sapping my vision.

“Shut the hell up. Is there anything you scumbags won’t try?” Hope snapped.

My arms were yanked backwards and cuffed. Moments later, I collapsed and felt my head hit something hard. A cry left my lips, and I knew nothing else.

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