Page 27 of Renegade

Up until now, I’d labeled what happened with Patrick as some sort of freak accident. If I refused to help them, they’d release everything and I knew that no jury in America would ever see what I did as anything other than cold-blooded murder. If I decided to help them, then I was a dirty cop. Not only that, but if I got caught helping them, I’d still be looking at spending time in prison.

I was damned either way on this.

“How do I know that you won’t release the evidence you have even if I do decide to help?”

I’d directed my question to Grey, but he looked to my father to answer. The old man reluctantly opened one eye again and fixed it on me. “You know, there’s about to be an opening for a detective in the—oh, what’s it called? The Crimes Against Persons division. I hear it comes with a nice paycheck too.”

I reached my hand out for the wall to steady myself. It was what I’d wanted, but it came with a steep price—my morality.

Grey chimed in, “It’s a good gig, Mikey. With the club behind you, you’d be damn near invincible. Anything you want, we can get. You scratch my back, I’ll scratch yours.”

I wasn’t about to go down for a damn mistake I made as a teen. “Count me in.”

“Okay, now you do it to her. That’s fuckin’ hot.” I propped my arm up behind my head and leaned into the headboard.

Alright, I may have fallen into the headboard.

I was celebrating.

I had my freedom.

I had a motherfucking promotion.

And I had two lovely sorority girls from the house across the street going down on each other right in front of me.

My life was good.

Getting the charges against Crossbones dropped was easier than I imagined. I all but walked the evidence out the front door and into one of Grey’s vehicles. I made that shit disappear and then I absolved my sins in the holy waters ofDon Julio 1942. I was in the big-time now; I needed a tequila that was on my level.

The girls moved up into my lap, having grown bored with each other. The brunette kissed her way down my chest and onto my waiting dick, while her friend thrust her tits in my face.

Yep. Life was beautiful.

“Hey Mike, you home?” David called from the living room.

“In here, man.” I was feeling so fucking generous that I wanted to share one of the girls with him. So, maybe I was banned from ever telling him about the MC, but I could help him celebrate life outside of prison on a subconscious level.

The door opened. “Hey, got someone I want you to—”

His mouth fell open and I raised the half empty bottle of tequila up in a toast before bringing it down to my lips. “Which one do you want?”

“Goddammit, Mike. What the fuck is this?”

A tiny blonde head appeared and moved around from behind him before he could stop it. It was the girl from last night—it might as well have been last year. So much had changed in the last twenty-four hours. She took in the debauchery on my bed with wide eyes, but I thought I detected a little glimpse of lust before she ducked back out and David followed after her.

“Beth, come back. Honey, he’s an asshole.”

I sighed. “Party’s over, girls. You gotta go.”

This was the second time in twenty-four hours that I’d been cockblocked.

The brunette’s lips slid off of me with a soft pop and she grinned. “You sure about that? I think someone was getting close.”

I shook my head. “Nope, not even in the vicinity of close, sweetheart,” I patted her head. “You get a little more practice and maybe we’ll get there. I’ll call you.”

Her friend had already begun pulling her clothes on, while—what the fuck was her name? BJ? Yeah, that seemed right—while BJ pouted on the bed.

Tits McGee looked down at her inside out shirt and then over to me in confusion. She’d been tripping on some strong shit when I called them over. “But, Mike? You don’t like have our numbers? How will you call us?”

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