Page 88 of Walking Red Flag

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I looked at my grandfather and said, “Again? Really?”

He shrugged.

I pinched the bridge of my nose and closed my eyes, uncaring that I’d semi-turned my back on the men that were obviously a problem.

Even now, I heard the bikes arriving.

I didn’t go anywhere without backup, and as we were leaving, I sent a mass text to the club, asking for a little backup if they were in the area.

I wasn’t sure who’d responded, but it didn’t matter. All of them could handle themselves. And I trusted all of them with my life.

“Granddad, what the fuck did I tell you about calling me a dolphin trainer?”

“Well, aren’t you?” he asked.

“I was…” I let go of the bridge of my nose. “Training SEALS. Not dolphins.”

“Oh, yeah.” He giggled, shrugging. “It’s not like these men would really understand, anyway. It’s not like they have any brain cells to rub together.”

He knew damn well what I used to do.

There was a shuffle of feet behind me, and I just knew one of the men that’d been at my back had lost their patience.

I shifted, putting my back to the brick pillar behind me, but didn’t have to make a move because there was an angry cop there blocking the path.

“I think not.”

Auden Carter, Milena’s sister’s old man.

Fuck, I hated having a cop in the family.

Cops were such buzzkills.

The bikes were so close now that I knew they were parking in the middle of the parking lot, ready to leap off at any possible signs of distress.

“And who the fuck do you think you are?” the first man to address me asked Auden. “You’re one lone cop in a sea of bikers.”

I shifted, crossing my arms over my chest.

I looked out of the corner of my eye and spotted Webber and Doc, both watching but not making a move to intervene.

“I think if you want to act all big and tough, you might not want to do it with a whole fuckin’ diner full of cops,” Auden pointed out.

Sure enough, when I looked behind me, what looked like the entire Carter Clan was in the diner behind me, staring out the plate glass windows.

One of the elder Carters, which likely was Auden’s dad, was standing protectively next to Milena. Which made me feel a sense of relief, even if he was another cop.

I hadn’t wanted her in this sort of situation, but the worse thought was leaving her behind with no protection where she expected to be safe.

Next to the group of Carters was a couple of familiar faces from another MC watching but not intervening.

I didn’t have to look at the name patch to know that gator skeleton.

Gator Bait MC.

Fuck, but these fuckwit bikers really chose the wrong fuckin’ diner.

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