Page 42 of The Enforcer

The three of us walk to his office and Zeke shuts the door. Instead of sitting on the couch beside me, Zeke stands with his back to the door, arms crossed. I wonder at it, but don’t say anything. Though we just tongued each other down in front of Prez, Zeke can probably tell this isn’t a social call.

Prez perches on the edge of his desk, crossing his legs at the ankle. “What’s up?”

“I know who left the tip for the raid on the clubhouse and the attempted bust at the charity ride.”

Prez’s eyebrow twitches but he doesn’t otherwise react. “Who?”

“Kirk.”

“That fucking bitch,” Zeke snarls, eyes turning stormy. It is not an appropriate time to get a boner. I have to repeat that over and over as my cock plumps up. But an angry Zeke is hot as fuck since I rarely see it. He’s always composed, even when he’s pissed. When he gets angry, it’s a sight to behold. I’ve only seen him like this a handful of times and I can’t help imagining us having rough, angry sex. God, I am deranged.

My mind snaps back to what’s going on when Prez asks, “How do you know?”

I go through what happened today, from getting the photograph from Agent Schwartz to trying to figure out where the photo came from. I tell them how I called Chance to dig into it, as I know I’ve seen the photo before, but couldn’t place it.

On the ride over, I remember where I saw it—it was on a slide that was shown at one of our departments continuing education classes. We had to review cases on drug seizures and that photo belonged to one of the cases. Our instructor said it was one of the largest busts in the state of Virginia.

After I give them the background on the photo and why I wanted to speak to Judge Moss, I tell them how I went to the judge’s chambers to ask about a case of mine that was flagged and overheard the police captain discussing how Kirk came to him, telling him his club was taken from him against his will. I also tell them that the judge said the contract was ironclad and the club still belongs to them.

Finishing up, I say, “Captain Matthews doesn’t like you, Prez. He personally said your name when I was there. Do you guys have a history?”

For the first time, I catch a glimpse Prez’s malevolent smile. One that would make a lesser man shrink away. As it is, I shiver in fear, glad that the smile isn’t aimed at me. “Oh yeah,” he mutters. “He’s mad that I fucked his daughter when I had just become president. She had been sniffing around, coming with other hangarounds, wanting a taste of my dick. So, I gave it to her.”

Zeke barks a laugh, shoulders vibrating with the force of his glee. “I never knew that. Prez, you dirty dog.” They share a look before they laugh again.

I shake my head. “Yeah, well, he’s out for blood now. How long ago was this?”

“Right before Rax went away. He’s been holding a grudge for a long time.”

“Was it worth it?” Zeke asks.

Prez shakes his head. “Not at all. She was a starfish. Waste of my time.” His smile drops and his hawk-like eyes land on me. “What else did you hear?”

“That’s it. Chance called and told me the photo was from an old bust the captain made when he was a rookie in Virginia. I have enough to at least have his records reviewed, since he submitted false evidence for a warrant. Also falsifying evidence and misappropriation of funds because he falsely had DEA agents raid the charity ride under said false evidence.”

Prez’s normal ghost of a smile reappears. “You gonna go after the police captain?”

I nod without hesitation. “Yes, I am. Someone could have gotten hurt or killed at the charity ride because he’s mad that you fucked his daughter.” My mind keeps going back to the cop with his gun pointed to Zeke’s head, his finger ridiculously close to the trigger. That’s on Kirk and Captain Matthews.

Nodding, Prez pushes off his desk. “Okay. Now that we know what we’re up against, let’s get started. Zeke, call a meeting. I want everyone in the library in thirty minutes. If they can’t make it, someone needs to have them on the phone. All hands on deck. Shane, you’ll join us.” It’s not a question, so I don’t answer, just plan to sit in on the meeting.

Zeke pushes off the door and has his phone to his ear as he leaves the office, rounding up the brothers that are around while he barks into his phone.

Prez approaches me as I stand, looking me in the eye. “That’s solid, what you did. It could possibly fuck up your career if they find out you told us. You know that, right?”

I do know that. Coupled with how I plan to take Captain Matthews down, it was a thought that weighed heavily on me on my way here. I love my job. I love being a lawyer. But I love these guys more. Not just Zeke, but all of them. They’re a dangerous bunch that don’t believe in doing anything within the limits of the law, but they’re my family. I would rather go down with them than leave them to go down on their own.

Most people would probably call me a fool. Before I met these guys, I would have called someone a fool. But being a part of a family means having their backs, even if it’s not particularly legal.

Hell, not much the MC does is legal.

Expelling a long breath, I nod. “I know. I’m in too deep now to turn my back on you all. So, I guess my career will be in the balance.”

Looks like I’ve chosen my side.

I follow Prez to the library, leaning against the wall in the back so the members of the club can take the seats around the table. The others pile in, some coming over to shake my hand or give me one-armed hugs. Yeah, this is my family and nothing will stop me from defending them. Even the threat of losing my job.

Once everyone is assembled, Prez opens the meeting and calls everyone to order. When all eyes are on him, he says, “We got intel on who our snitch is. It’s Kirk.”

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