Page 44 of Loco

If Loco had trouble with these men, then that meant his club did, too.

And if there was one thing that I’d learned early on it was that the MC took care of their own trouble.

That meant no police.

Chapter 20

Loco

What the fuck?!The first thing my eyes lit on when I pulled into Millie’s parking lot were the fucking police cruisers with their lights flashing. In most circumstance I tried to avoid them and would normally keep going, but the fact that one of them was coming out of my woman’s apartment caused me to speed toward them. My heart was in my throat by the time I shut my bike down and rushed toward her door. Something had happened! The fear of what I might find inside her apartment caused the adrenaline to rush through my body. Another cop emerged from inside just as I was about to enter.

He had the fucking guts to grab my arm. “Can’t go in there.”

The fuck I couldn’t.I looked around him and saw Millie sitting in one of the chairs at her table, looking worried and pale, clutching her robe closed over her tits. Another cop was sitting across from her, taking notes.

“Take your fucking hand off me!” I snarled, jerking my arm free. That’s when I noticed the bullet hole in her door.Son-of-a-bitch!“That’s my fucking woman in there!”

Millie heard my voice and looked up at me. I could see the instant relief spread across her face, and the tears start to gather. My eyes ate her up with a thorough once-over as I examined her for injuries. Thank fuck I didn’t see any. Whatever the fuck had happened she seemed to be holding strong, but I got the feeling that could all end in a second.

“Loco!” She jumped to her feet.

The shaking of her voice revealed a lot, but what gutted me the most was her trust that my presence made everything alright. She had no clue what I would have done to protect her.

“What the fuck happened?” I grabbed her to me, not caring that I had a week’s worth of road sludge on me. I’d just spent a week in hell, and I’d driven straight to Millie’s once I’d finished with club business, eager to see her.

The cop hadn’t moved from his spot at the table. We exchanged looks, and I knew that he wasn’t happy that I’d shown up.

“Well that explains it,” he grumbled beneath his breath.

I glared down at him, running my hand up and down Millie’s back to calm her trembling. I needed to feel her against me.

“If she’s affiliated with your MC, that explains why they were here.”

They? Shit!My lips turned down with disgust. The fucking cops always made assumptions about a situation once they knew there was a connection with the club.

“If you don’t mind, I’d like to finish up here.”

Millie gently removed herself from my arms. “I’m okay.” She sat back down and took a deep breath. I was glad to see a little more color in her face.

“Now that we know you’re involved with the Desert Rebels—”

“I’m not involved with the Desert Rebels,” she cut him off, bringing a grin to my face. “I’m involved with one man.” She gestured towards me.

“Same thing,” the cop said, brushing off her explanation.

He was right. She was my woman and in my bed, and that meant she belonged to my club. Once I made it official, my brothers would protect her as if she were theirs. It also meant that any trouble for the club could mean trouble for her.

“I told you that I don’t know who they were. I didn’t even get a look at them. I was too afraid to go to the door. They were kicking and pounding at it, demanding I let them in.” She took a breath. “They probably had the wrong apartment.”

My mind went to the bullet hole. Thank fuck she hadn’t gone to the door.

“Did you check with the neighbor who called you? Maybe they got a good look at them.”

I wondered why it had been a neighbor who had called the cops and not Millie. I searched her face as if it had the answer, and when she put those expressive green eyes on me, I recognized a multitude of emotions that all needed explaining. My gut told me that she was holding shit back, and I was going to find out what it was as soon as the asshole at her table left.

“My partner’s doing that now,” he said, rising to his feet. “We don’t have much to work on, Miss Jones. If you think of anything that might help identify them, you call me.” He reached inside his shirt pocket, pulled out a business card, and handed to her. “At least you weren’t hurt.” He began to turn to leave when he halted, his eyes coming back to me. “You got anything to add?”

I shrugged indifferently. “Just got back into town.” The asshole knew better than to ask. He knew I wouldn’t offer up anything even if I did know.

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