Page 89 of Filthy Savage

When I walk into the bar, I’m surprised to see that there isn’t much going on. A couple of guys are drinking, a few are playingpool, and only a couple of the whores are moving around. Nobody is naked yet, although the night is still young.

Wordlessly, I walk through the bar and into the conference room. A prospect brings me a beer and water before I can even sink down into a chair. I give him a two-fingered wave before I turn to the table and my iPad.

As my device powers up, I run my palm down my face. I really don’t want to do this shit at all. A few hours into my planning, there is a knock on the door. I don’t look up. Doesn’t matter who it is. I continue working, finishing up the last month I’m working on.

For the first time in what feels like a year, I’m three months ahead in everything but loan collections. I can’t go ahead with any of those without Clink since he’s the treasurer. Fuck. I miss that bastard.

“You got all your shit done?” Atomic asks as he slowly sinks down into the chair across from me.

I shake my head once. “Collections. I don’t know where we stand without Clink’s input.” Atomic jerks his chin, his gaze holding mine.

“I got all that. I’ll email you the latest standing. That all you need?” he asks.

I open my mouth to tell him yes when I hear glass breaking in the bar. We both jump to our feet and rush out of the conference room. Stopping just outside of the door, I stare in disbelief at what the fuck is going on.

What was a calm and easy night has exploded. We’re being raided. All of the men are on their stomachs, the women too. And there are cops surrounding them, guns and Tasers drawn. The shock wears off the moment one of them turns their gun on me and Atomic.

“Hit the ground,” the cop with the gun shouts.

They aren’t Pineville police or sheriff. They aren’t feds, and they aren’t fucking DPS either. I’m not getting down on the floor for anyone unless I know who the fuck they are.

“Warrant?” I ask.

I cannot believe our brothers are on the fucking ground without seeing a warrant. They’re better than that. We all are. Atomic snorts beside me, and I can feel him shift. He crosses his arms over his chest, allowing me to take the lead, but I have no doubt he’s ready to pounce if need be.

The cop takes a step closer to me, and I realize that he’s HIDTA, High Intensity Drug Trafficking Area. They’re fucking helping the DEA and ATF. Goddammit. God-fucking-dammit. What the fuck? Where did they come from?

“I don’t need a warrant. I have probable cause. So get the fuck on the ground.”

“Where the fuck do you come off with probable cause?” Atomic growls.

And then I realize what the fuck is going on because the door to the bar opens and in walks Jasmine.

What the actual fuck?

“Good evening, Brew,” she purrs.

The cop smirks, obviously loving the expression of shock I’m wearing on my face. I don’t know what the fuck this bitch could have said. I never told her shit, but she’s been around for ten years, so she no doubt watched and picked up on things. I’m just not sure what the fuck she’s been picking up on.

“What the fuck?” I ask.

She makes a tsking sound with her mouth, then stops right at the edge of the cop circle, across the room from me. It’s a good thing she’s not closer because I am beyond ready to slap the fuck out of her right now.

“This is you getting what you deserve,” she purrs.

Flicking my gaze to the cop who has his gun pointed at me, I snort. “You’re going to believe a scorned woman?” I ask.

“Look around,” Atomic states. “We got nothing to hide.”

The cop arches his brow, and I watch as his confidence wavers a bit. Everything on my iPad that’s sitting out is in code. All of it is tied to the keg business, and to the onlooker, they wouldn’t know that it included anything other than kegs of beer being delivered.

They are not going to find shit, and I hope to fuck that Jasmine goes away for making a false report. I smirk, thinking about it. I can’t imagine a group this specialized and busy would appreciate a false report.

I am going to laugh when they haul her ass away instead of any of us because I know that is how it’s going down.

I’m going to make sure of it.

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