Page 55 of Marlin's Faith

“Yeah Baby Girl, but it’ll be okay…” I was cut off by the deputy.

“Identification, all a y’all, right now; let’s see ‘em,” he demanded and he already had his hand on the butt of his gun. Jesus-fucking-Christ. I handed him mine and Faiths, he took Cutter’s and Hopes.

“Hang that up!” he barked at Hope and Cutter who were each on their phones. Hope defiantly read off the dude’s badge number to whoever was on the other end of the line before hanging up and sticking her phone in her back pocket. Probably one of her cop friends if I had to guess.

Cutter was on the phone with the lawyer that the Voodoo Bastards crew had set us up with. The deputies split the licenses between them and ordered us that we all stay where we were while they returned to their cruisers to run them. A third one pulled up across the street and we were all left standin’ with our dicks waving while they went to running us all down.

I pulled a cigarette from my pack and lit up. Faith stood stoic, disappearing inside of herself, tears starting to drip down her face as the terror took hold. She’d told me she remembered enough about gettin’ arrested the first time to know she never wanted to have it happen again while she was sober and here it was about to happen and there wasn’t fuck all I could do about it.

“Gimme your cut, Baby Girl,” I murmured and she looked up at me stricken.

“For safe keeping, Bubbles,” Hope promised her and she was taking hers off and handing it to Cutter. I raised an eyebrow at her and she looked determined, so I kept my fuckin’ trap shut. The Captain did likewise.

“It’s okay, Bubbles, I promise. Nothing is going to happen to you,” Hope hugged her sister from the side as the dickcheese deputy came back.

“You,” he grabbed Faith by the arm and she yelped; a half fearful, half pained sound and I felt myself growl and take a step forward.

“Watch it,” I grated at him and Faith looked at me, helpless, lost, but also concerned.

“It’s okay, Marlin, I’m okay,” she said, voice strained, words coming too fast. Tryin’ to be brave and failin’ miserable at it.

“Up against the car, Sugar,” the deputy said, smug. He pushed Faith up against the front fender, grinding his cock into her ass.

“Hey!” I barked and hands were on me, my brothers holding me back from lunging forward.

“Female officer!” Hope shouted at Faith, “Demand a female officer, Faith!”

“I-I-I d-demand a female officer!” Faith stammered out, and the deputy scoffed.

“Ain’t none on duty and you’re wanted on a warrant on account of you’re a whore, so I don’t see why you should protest havin’ a man’s hands on you none.”

He said it clear as fuckin’ day, all cheerful with a side of condescending; the cockybastard. All of us fell quiet, holding our collective breaths stunned…

“You son of a bitch!” I burst out, when it registered what he’d said; I mean we were all so fuckin’ floored that it took time to sink the fuck in. I lunged at him and my brothers held me back. Shouting from all sides and that motherfucker had my girl pinned against his fuckin’ cruiser, his hands gliding over her in the raunchiest, most vile fuckin’ farce of a pat down any of us had seen.

Hope looked at Cutter and they exchanged looks. I think I heard her say something to the effect of “Here goes my career,” beforeshemarched forward and popped the son of a bitch right in the fucking face. She immediately leaned over the cruiser beside Faith; palms flat to the faded metal before one of the other shit bags slammed her down hard, cuffing her with unnecessary force.

Cutter stood impassive in that way that told me he was going to end somebody’s world and I stopped struggling, breathing hard, all of us watching as they shoved first Hope, then Faith cuffed in the back of the patrol car. None of us had any words, and the rest of us, we were all free to go after having our licenses tossed at us.

“Trike, Gator, load Hope’s bike into the back of the truck,” Cutter ordered in that creepy sort of detached calm way of his.

The guys had let me go, my jacket and cut hanging on me askew. I jerked my arms and the leather settled where it belonged.

“What the fuck we gonna do, Captain?”

“Meet with the fuckin’ lawyer back at the Voodoo Bastard’s. He’s meeting us there. Likely they’ll be arraigned tomorrow. They just gotta make it through the night.” He turned and looked up and down the rows of bikes.

“Nothing! Beast!” he barked, “Set up shop outside the jail until they trespass you, then call it in and fall back. Be a presence, make sure they know our women are going to be missed and it’ll be fuckin’ noticed if they’re abused.”

“Aye, Captain!” They both shouted in unison and they got on their bikes, taking off after the line of cruisers that were starting to distort in their retreat up the road with the heat patterns raising off the blacktop.

“Radar, you get all that?” I asked.

“Oh yeah, we got it all from like four different angles,” he answered.

“Good, fuckin’ make it go viral.” Cutter ordered.

“On it, Captain.”

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