Page 57 of Blade

The sheriff turned back to me and sighed. “Please tell me you can prove it wasn’t you. Otherwise, you’re tying my hands on this. I’ll have to take you in.”

I glanced over at King, waiting to see how my president wanted to handle this.

“He’s still alive? Shit, I guess whoever beat his ass didn’t know what they were doing.”

Jack snorted from his place at the bar. If there was one man in this club that knew what he was doing, it was Jack.

“Are you fucking kidding me right now? I don’t need this shit, little brother.”

I guess we pissed off Dec.

He only pulled out the little brother card when he got mad.

Sighing, the sheriff asked, “What the hell happened and how much damage control do I have to do?”

“Calm down,big brother,we have it handled.” King stood toe to toe with his brother. Both men were a force to be reckoned with, and I knew if someone didn’t step in fast, they would come to blows. Both men were cursed, or blessed, depending on how anyone looked at it, with their hot Irish temper.

“Dec.” Jack quickly stepped forward to wedge between our president and his brother. “Grant went out last night with Willow’s granddaughter. She called me from outside the restaurant when he left her there.”

“I went and picked her up and took her home,” I swiftly added, waiting for the questions.

“If she called Jack, why did you pick her up?”

Turning to Jack, he asked, “And where did you go?”

That was when King stepped back in.

He always had our backs.

“Jack and the rest of the guys all stayed here.”

King cocked his eyebrow at the sheriff, the same way he did to me earlier, challenging him to say otherwise.

“We have video and a timestamp showing when Blade left and what time he came back. Just long enough to drive to the steakhouse, pick her up, and take her home.”

Pinching the bridge of his nose, the sheriff let out an exasperated sigh and said, “Please tell me you didn’t beat this guy to shit, because he went out on a date with a woman one of you has a thing for.”

At that, Cash stepped forward. “Give us a little credit, Sheriff. She’ll be here in a few minutes, and you can talk to her yourself.”

Letting out a long breath, Sheriff O’Rourke sat at the bar with his brother and waited.

I didn’t know Becca was coming to the clubhouse this morning.

She hadn’t told me.

“Hey, Cash, why’s she coming here?”

“Her and Rachel are going out shopping this morning. Rach forgot her purse, and they’re stopping by to grab it. I swear the woman would forget her head if it didn’t sit on her shoulders.”

“Excuse me?”

Shit, that was bad timing.

Cash looked over sheepishly at his old lady.

“Hey, Doll, didn’t see you come in!”

“Clearly.” Holding out her hand, she demanded, “Card.”

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