Page 58 of Blade

“Fuck,” Cash grumbled, pulling his wallet from his back pocket before handing it over to Rachel. “Please go easy on it.”

“You should have thought about that before.” Turning to Becca, she stressed, “I just have to grab my purse. I’ll be right back.” Then she ran down the hall, heading to their room.

King walked over to Becca and took her chin in his hand. He checked out the large bruise on her chin.

“How you doin’ this morning, sweetheart?”

“You know?” She fumed, glaring at me.

“I do. I need you to talk to the sheriff.”

“What, why?”

She looked around, noticing the sheriff for the first time, sitting at the bar.

“I didn’t go back inside the restaurant because I didn’t want to report it. I thought bikers and cops didn’t get along. Why did you call him?”

Taking her hand in mine, I informed, “We didn’t call him, babe. He came out here. Grant is in the hospital saying—”

Dec cut me off before I could say more.

“Blade, I need to hear it from her before you say anything more.” Dec strolled over from the bar. “Morning, we haven’t met. I am Sheriff Declan O’Rourke,” he introduced, holding out his hand.

Becca tentatively took it, looking back at King.

He knew what she asked. Nodding his head, he confirmed, “Yes, the Sheriff is my older brother.”

“Well, I didn’t see that coming.”

“Beck, is it?” Nodding her head, he continued, “I really need to get a statement from you.”

King, Cash, Jack, and I all sat with our backs to the bar.

She looked at us hesitantly.

“Can we speak in private?” she asked, looking back at the sheriff.

“Absolutely. King, can we use your office?” Dec inquired.

“Fuck no. You can use the church, though.”

King knew his brother would always protect him, the rest of us only so much and by association. His office couldhave incriminating documents, but church was strictly for meetings.

It also had a camera that included sound, which only the officers knew about. The sheriff led Becca into church, closing the doors just as Rachel came back to the bar.

“What’s going on?” Rachel asked, standing between Cash’s legs as he wrapped his arms around her middle.

“The sheriff is getting a statement from Beck about what happened last night.”

Rachel turned to Cash. “But she didn’t want to report it.”

“She has to, Doll. Grant’s in the hospital, and he’s accusing Blade of putting him there.”

“Shit,” Rachel whispered, her eyes trailing back to the double wooden doors that led into church.

“She tell you what happened?”

Rachel swung around, glaring at King.

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