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“I have alerts linked to the police systems, anything mentioning the club, or any member. They’ve had a report about Micro, linking him to Chrissy’s death, and they’re sending multiple fucking officers here right now. I’d say we have about five minutes before they’re all fucking over us.”
Reacher moved fast, jabbing fingers at people and barking orders, sending Ryder and Rocket to take Micro down to the tunnels, while others ran to various points to ‘look busy’, and hide any sign of what was going on right now.
“How the fuck do the cops know about this? About him?” I asked Stitch, when it was just the three of us left.
“Someone clearly tipped them off, man. Maybe someone who didn’t want to be in a position where he had to off this fucker.” Wait. Did he really just fucking imply it was me?
I fronted at him, my chest bumping his, right before my fist flew and he ducked.
“Will you two fucking quit it? Cops are coming any second now. You two fighting might get you both banged up right now, and I need you here. As soon as Ry and Rocket are back, get Rocket out to the spray bay, and Ry up with the old ladies. Stitch, brief Cammy now, so they’re ready to play nice.”
What the fuck was happening right now? Cops coming here for Micro? How the fuck did they know anything about him?
Thirty-Five
Idon’tknowwhyit suddenly seemed like the only possible course of action, but as soon as Lissa and Cammy left me alone, and Torch hadn’t yet returned, I pulled out my mobile phone and dialled the police. Two things had been rolling around my mind, and making me more panicked by the second.
Firstly that Micro had raped and murdered at least one woman attached to the club, and he’d attacked several others, including me. Secondly, that if Reacher and Stitch demanded that Torch be the one to torture and kill Micro, it might just destroy him. I couldn’t let that happen, and I didn’t think they’d listen to me, because I wasn’t even an old lady yet, and I was so new here.
The place became a flurry of activity, and it happened a few minutes before the police cars started pouring in through gates that were suddenly open, and allowing them through. It was as if the club knew they were coming, and I had no idea how that was possible, because I hadn’t told anyone what I’d done.
I knew it was a risky thing to do, but my priority was Torch and his safety, including his mental and emotional health, because if he was forced to do anything to Micro, he’d never recover from it.
Fists banged on doors in the hallway, and I shoved my phone in my pocket and answered Torch’s, door to a group of uniformed officers, who deposited me in the hallway, and went in to search his room.
“Get the fuck out of my room!” Torch yelled, charging in after them, and almost knocking me over in his haste. I tried to grab him, but it was impossible with how fast he was moving. Oh god, was there something in his room that could get him in trouble? I hadn’t even considered that when I made that stupid phone call.
The police returned very quickly, advising Torch that they were only authorised to search for the suspect in their case, and kept going. Apparently whatever order or warrant they had, that allowed them to search the clubhouse, was literally only for a manhunt.
“Why do you think he’s the one? Who called this in?” Torch persisted, following them to the next room, while I stayed out of the way. How angry would he be, if he found out I did this? Was it something I should keep secret, because… if he knew, would I lose him? Was it enough of a betrayal to him, that he’d never be able to trust me again? Especially right now?
Oh god, what have I done? If he found out, there was no way he’d forgive me for this. I’ve just made the biggest mistake of my life, and I have no idea how to fix it.
“Come on, babe, let’s stay out of their fucking way,” Torch suddenly reappeared, dragging me back into his room, and slamming the door so hard, I yelped and pressed a hand against my chest, right over my racing heart.
“Sorry,” he said, grabbing me and holding me against his chest, offering me comfort I definitely didn’t deserve from him right now, maybe ever. I could hear his heart thudding just as rapidly and heavily as mine, and I knew this was a big shock for all of them.
“They’re looking for Micro,” I said slowly, not making it a question, because I couldn’t lie so blatantly to him, even though I didn’t want to admit to what I’d done. Was I just being selfish, or was it better for him to not experience any further betrayals right now? Probably both.
“Yeah, that’s what it said,” he replied, while I wondered what the hell that even meant. Who was he referring to as ‘it’?
“Did… did they say how they knew about him?”
He shrugged. “I only know what Ice’s hacks on their system told us, when we got the heads up. We had minutes to prepare before they showed up, and Micro was in fucking Church with us at the time.” Oh god.
“So… so why didn’t they find him straight away?”
“We hid him in the tunnels, babe. This isn’t going down this way, with him getting banged up somewhere, instead of paying his retribution directly to the club.” He sounded more confident about that right now, so I wondered if something more happened, that had pushed him further into this mindset. What if I’d just screwed things up, when he’d finally become clear on what had to happen, and maybe even reconciled it in his own mind?
“I-”
“Bigger issue here is who the fuck snitched to the cops, babe. That’s not the kind of crap we forgive, so that fucker is the next one to get retribution, especially on the back of all this Micro stuff.”
Oh my god! I hadn’t considered the fact that my betrayal might put me in danger too! I’d made such a mess of everything.
“What the fuck?” Torch yelled suddenly, backing away from me like he’d heard my thoughts, and suddenly realised I was behind everything. He had his phone in his hand though, and yelled the word ‘Fuck!’ as he headed for the door, and I ran after him.
“What’s going on? Did they find him?”
