Page 39 of Forever Zara

“You’re still messing around with Snake’s brother?”

Juicy scowled. “Not messing with Bale, we’re dating. I’m his man.”

So that’s how it was. It would thrill his Gia when he passed it on tonight. For months she’d asked him what he was doing with Bale, and Juicy would reply they were messing around, nothing serious. Something had shifted recently.

“How does that work? He’s there, and you’re here.”

“We make it work. He was home at Christmas, and I get out that way when I can. Or I send him a plane ticket when I’m in Texas. Dating’s changed since your day, old man,” he smirked over. “Long-distance isn’t the kiss of death anymore.”

Fat lot he knew, Hawk hadn’t ever dated, not until Gia. He was still learning that shit.

Juicy was looking seriously at Bale now. Huh, how about that? Maybe he would have to step in if Snake tried to kill him.

Didn’t mean he liked Juicy or anything.

Their conversation was cut off suddenly with the many sounds of police sirens growing closer. The pair looked at each other, then headed to the garage opening with fast strides.

Fucking Hell, four cop cars came through the gates like bats out of Hell.

They hadn’t had a raid in a long time. It used to be regular as clockwork once over.

“Holy fuck. What’s going on?”

“Don’t know. Go give Rider the heads up.”

Juicy took off toward the clubhouse while Hawk watched the squad cars pull up.

Something told him it wasn’t a raid. There were usually more than a handful of beat cops to come calling; usually, the sheriff was in charge leading the show, sometimes the FEDS. Hawk didn’t see Timmons anywhere as cops spilled out.

One face stood out among the rest. Hawk scowled, watching officer Fielding try to approach the clubhouse entryway.

He stepped in her way. “Something you want?”

“Out of the way, Hawk. We’re not here for you. This time.” she warned like she had bigger balls than he did.

Once again, he stepped in her way. “Got a warrant?”

Cop bitch didn’t like being stopped, he observed, her features turning sour and angry.

“We’re here for him.” She said, looking beyond him.

That’s when Rider stepped out, followed by a few brothers and old ladies. Zara at Rider’s side.

“Officer Fielding, what a surprise. No sheriff with you?” Rider inquired. Hawk stepped up to his right.

“He’s out of town. We need you to come to the station.” She informed with a snapped tone.

“For what?”

“We have a few questions for you.”

“And that takes four cruisers, does it?”

Hawk was shit with reading people unless it was violently charged. The woman was agitated because her authority wasn’t being recognized. He noted how she reacted with a body jerk when their champ stepped out of the club and aligned with Rider and the other boys. Tag didn’t so much as smile at his ex-piece, who was staring at him.

“We need you to come.” She replied finally, her cop buddies standing as a wall behind her.

The whole situation stunk.

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