Page 115 of Tattooed Love

I nodded my head while placing the hand-held in my console and winding the window back up. I guess it was a smart idea to keep in contact. Finally, the bikes roared to life, and slowly they took out the drive, followed by me and then the prospect van. It was the van’s job to mind the scanners and police scanners, making sure we have a safe police-free ride to our destination, and I hoped the ride went smoothly. The sooner I was away from Jax, the better.

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I glanced at the clock on the dash. We had been driving for over an hour. I looked back up at a sight I was already sick of - the line of bikes.

“Jax, cops ahead, slow down,” came from the little hand-held, which was sitting on the console. I got nervous as I waited for Jax’s rough voice to come over the radio, but it didn’t come. The prospect called it again, but still no answer, and I heard the tension in the prospect’s voice.

Picking the hand-held up, I held the button down. “How far off are the suits?” I asked over air.

“Not far. Jax’s ear piece mightn’t be working,” the prospect shot back with panic. “We have to get them to slow down.

The highway was dead, and the boys were over the speed limit by a lot; we all were, but the speed wasn’t what was concerning me… it was the fact the boys were riding with illegal guns.

“What should we do?” the prospect asked me. He was buckling under the pressure of the situation.

I knew the cops wouldn’t be far off; I could see a bunch of trees far ahead, which would be the perfect place to hide. The road was dead ahead, with no oncoming traffic.

Sliding into the right lane, I put my foot to the floor. This was meant to be a fast car and I was about to put that to the test. The car jumped to the challenge, and I flew past the boys, who clearly weren’t going as fast as they could be going; most likely due to what they were carrying.

I knew they would be all thinking about what the heck I was doing, but their question would be answered soon. I put enough distance between me and Jax before sliding over and overtaking them. I kept the foot down as I approached the trees. I had just passed the trees when the highway parole car came flying out after me.

Slowing down, I came to a stop on the side of the road. I knew I was about to cop a lot of heat for this, especially with my track record, but my heat would be nothing compared to the trouble the boys would have been in.

I was out of the car and up against the bonnet, with a policeman handcuffing me when the boys finally passed. The cop’s hadn’t even asked me for my license, arresting me straight off. The boys were looking in my direction as they slowed slightly.

I was pulled back to the cop car and pushed into the back seat. I watched the boys keep moving, and I hoped someone would pay bail to get me out.

Well if they didn’t, the deal would be dead in the water. Looks like I would be making a phone call to dad, after all, he was the only man I could rely on.

Chapter 31

Jax

“Fucking jail,” I muttered under my breath and hurled a shot glass across the bar, watching it shatter into pieces. The bar was crawling with people when we showed up, but the locals took the hint and pissed off. The bartender had also disappeared and we were just servicing ourselves; but that wasn’t my main concern. “FUCKING JAIL!” I roared.

“How high is bail?” Cole yelled at Troy who was on the phone trying to find out where the hell they had taken Amber.

I gritted my teeth and waited for Troy’s answer. Anger and guilt roared through my veins; it was my fault Amber had taken the fall.

Troy cursed when he closed the phone. “They won’t tell me.”

“What?” I snarled at him, “Why won’tthey tell you where she is?”

“She’s locked up. They won’t tell me where though.”

“Let me guess, your record?” Adam spoke up with a deep roll of disgust in his voice. “Fucking pigs.”

I stormed across the room and shouldered the bar door, swinging it open. I lit up a cigarette, getting ready to storm every police station looking for her.

“Whatever you’re thinking, I suggest you stop,”Cole stood behind me, arms crossed. “We’ll fix it.”

“Fuck up Cole.”

It was taking all my self-control not to throw him out into oncoming traffic.

“Just reminding you of the other night, in case you’ve forgotten.” Cole shrugged his shoulders.

“Threatning me again?”

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