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“Motherfucker,” I growl under my breath.
My phone vibrates in my pocket, and I know it’s Reaper asking where the hell I am without even having to look at it. I look back at the prospect. “Thanks for the heads-up.”
“It’s not a big deal. I’ll stay with your girl until you can get back.”
My girl. I wish she were my girl. Maybe someday, when this is all over, after her dad’s sober and gives us his blessing.
I shake my head, pushing that thought away. I don’t have time to sit here and think about the future right now.
“Later, man.” I start my bike back up and take off down the road. A few minutes later when I arrive at the clubhouse, the place is swimming with cops.
“Hey, man. Are you sure you want to go in there?” the newest prospect that just started last week asks.
“Yeah, Reaper is expecting me,” I tell him.
He nods. “Have fun.”
After passing through the gate, I park and get off my bike. I walk over to Wrath and Colt. “What’s going on?”
“Oh, you know, William is trying to flex his weight,” Wrath sneers.
Colt sighs. “We don’t know if it was him for sure who called us in.”
Wrath and I look at him in disbelief.
Colt tosses up his hands. “He’s not our only enemy.”
“Yeah, but he’s the only one with the right people on payroll who are dumb enough to come out here and raid us,” Wrath says.
“Where is Reaper?” I ask.
“Dealing with the pigs,” Wrath tells me.
The sound of tires approaching has us all turning and looking down the driveway.
“The lawyer’s here,” Colt says, referring to the lawyer we keep on retainer.
“About goddamn time,” Wrath mutters.
We watch as our lawyer walks into the clubhouse with an air of confidence.
“He really is a cocky motherfucker, isn’t he?” I ask, making Colt and Wrath laugh.
“Yeah, but he’s damn good at his job,” Colt says.
For the next two hours, we stand around watching cops come in and out until finally they take off, giving up on whatever they were hoping to find. Once their taillights fade into the distance, we all head inside.
“Church,” Reaper says.
We all head into the chapel and take our seats. The only nonmember in the room is our lawyer.
“Well, that was fun,” Kicks says.
Ignoring him, Reaper turns and looks at the lawyer. “Do we have to worry about them coming back?”
Our lawyer shakes his head. “No, at least not right now. They didn’t find anything while they were here, so you should be okay. When I leave here, I’m going to drop papers about police harassment. They had no probable cause to come here today. It was nothing more than a fishing expedition.”
“The warrant said that it was based off an anonymous call,” Reaper says.
