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He blows out a long breath. “Doubt it. They may be pains in my ass, but they stick to the code—no snitching. They may not like that we’re the main suppliers in the city, but they still make money. I don’t think they’d want to fuck that up, especially knowing we would fucking crush them.”

That still leaves a number of people. We’re the biggest suppliers of cocaine in the state and our wholesale prices are cheaper. Since we don’t have a middleman, thanks to Prez’s cousins, we can afford to keep our prices lower than most and still turn a good profit. That doesn’t endear us to a lot of people.

Prez pushes off the desk, walking to sit behind it. “Doesn’t matter. We’re in the clear. There are no drugs on the property and?—”

He’s cut off by sirens blaring and tires screeching. Prez huffs as he stares at the wall as if he can see through it. “Give Shane a call. I’m sure we’ll need him. Sorry you won’t be able to get your dick sucked like I promised.”

I smile, walking over to the door as I pull my phone out. “It’s cool. I got us off before I left. We’ll be good until I can get him home.”

Prez’s lip tips up slightly. “Keep it in your pants, Enforcer.”

With a grin, I press the green button, calling my man so he can come straighten this shit out.

Chapter Twelve

Shane

Our weekend was ruined. Not only did I have to go down to check over the warrant the cops had, I had to get on the phone with the senior partner from my law firm, asking why he’s hearing that my long-time clients are involved in drugs. I had to explain that there were no drugs found and there was no cause for drugs to be found, other than an anonymous tip.

Following that, I had to go down to the police station to have a chat with the police captain, Captain Matthews, who green lit the warrant to be sent to a judge for this raid. He refused to tell me what other evidence they had to support the warrant being signed, but did say that soon, the club would be going down. I’m not sure what that means, but I’m sure to tell Zeke and Prez about the threat.

By the time we’re finished with our shouting match, it’s two in the morning and I’m bone tired. I should have known I would get dragged into work.

Stepping out of the police station, I tilt my head up to the sky, dragging in a deep breath as I look at the stars. It’s never a dull moment working for Devil’s Mayhem, that’s for sure.

“Tired, Counselor?” I smile as I look at Zeke, who’s leaning against his chopper in front of the police station.

I walk down the stairs, almost collapsing into his arms when I get in front of him. “Mhm,” I mutter into his shoulder. “Exhausted.”

“Come on,” he says, nudging me to my car. “I’ll come home with you and put you in bed. We still have a few more hours together.”

Nodding, I let him open my door and buckle my seatbelt. He gives me a quick kiss, telling me he’ll be right behind me.

Pulling out of the parking lot, I let my mind wander. I’m not really sleepy, though I am mentally drained. I’m worried about what Captain Matthews meant. What does he have on the guys that will have them shut down? If the drug raid didn’t work, what else could he use?

I’m not stupid enough to tell myself that the guys are all legal. I helped hide Rax when he escaped prison the first time and helped him escape the country after his second escape for fuck’s sake, so I know they don’t do shit on the up and up. But they’re not stupid or reckless. They know how to cover their tracks so they’re not caught. In the years I’ve been their lawyer, only one person had a drug charge and I got that dismissed without much effort. Add to the fact that it was only a bag of pills, not the cocaine the anonymous tip dropped, there should be no reason the cops would believe they have drugs in the clubhouse.

That means if the captain is telling the truth, they have something big, something that will have everyone sent to prison for a long time.

When I get home, I drag myself inside my condo, heading to the bathroom to start the shower so Zeke and I can wash up before bed.

My eyes snag on my custom-made garden tub and I change my mind. I need to relax and I want to relax with Zeke.

I sit on the side of the tub, turning on the water and checking the temperature. As I drag my hand through the rising water, I think about what happened tonight. Captain Matthews has a trick up his sleeve. I’m not sure what it is, but he looked too fucking smug not to have a card I can’t see.

That makes me irrationally angry. I know the MC isn’t legal—I stopped caring about that years ago when I got in deep with them following Rax’s trial—but they’re my family. I don’t like when people fuck with my family. There’s not much I can do as far as stopping the cops from doing whatever they’re planning, but I can make sure the guys are prepared and they’re careful.

Around Mellbind, the cops like to find reasons to mess with the guys as they’re riding around town. The sound of their choppers alone has cops clamoring to get on the road to catch them doing some shady shit. That’ll never happen though. Prez is too careful and makes sure the guys are always clean or they don’t get caught doing their dirt. He learned from when Rax got sent away. Since then, there have only been minor arrests for charges I get dropped in no time.

But that smug look on the captain’s face? He’s expecting something big to happen, something that could hurt or possibly even shut down the club.

That can’t happen. I’m not sure what any of the guys would do if the club was forced to disband. For most of them, if not all, the club is their life. They can’t go from riding and dealing to getting a fucking day job. That’s to say, if they’re not thrown in prison.

No matter what it takes, I have to find a way to know what the police know. They’re probably tight lipped about it unless it’s need to know, because our contact hasn’t mentioned anything to Prez or me. Whatever it is, we have to avoid it at all costs.

Just as I’m shutting off the water, Zeke walks in, giving me a smile. “Bath time?”

I nod, stripping my clothes. “Yeah. Come on. I want you to hold me for a little while. I’m too tired to do anything else though.”

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