Page 26 of Hap

He looks down, reading what I wrote.

I will do everything I can to get you out of here. Everyone is safe. Star is safe, and your son is safe. I need you and the others to keep their cool. Do not react, and do not fight back. They want you to do that. I believe I can get the others out within a few hours, but yours might be a little more difficult with what they apparently have on you. But I will get you out.

His jaw ticks, and he gives me a firm nod, his face void of emotion.

“Once my assistant comes back, I will get the ball rolling. One thing I am good at, Mr. Harrison Jones, is winning. I won’t stop until I win. I am relentless, and I am good at my job. As long as you and your colleagues do exactly what I say, there should be no issues,” I tell him.

He nods. “You might want to speak to Rage next,” he mutters.

I nod. “I will, thank you.” With that, the door opens, and Becky walks in, her face set to stone. She is not happy. “Goodtiming.” I grin at Agent Pryor. “I would like to speak to Elijah please, aka Rage,” I state, not asking him but demanding it. I like to make it very clear that they may be the law enforcers, but it’s me that will pick apart every little thing they do. They hold no power over me. He grunts and yanks Ghost to his feet. “Oh, and he needs medical attention. Now. I also need the report from that, too,” I add.

His shoulders tense, and I can tell he wants to hurl shit at me. Boy, I wish he would, because that would make my job so much easier.

Once the door is shut, I turn to Becky, pointing to the pad, but she’s already read it. I place it in my briefcase and pulled out a fresh pad. She looks at me and gives me a slight shake of her head.

“There is no coffee here,” she says. It’s a code we had been using for years, even when it was to do with couples divorces. It means there is no evidence to use against the Feds for wrongful treatment of their arrests. I’m not surprised. They aren’t that stupid. This isn’t the first time they’ve done this sort of thing.

A moment later, Rage comes in, and I admit, trying to keep my fear hidden with him is hard. He is terrifying. He glares at Agent Pryor, who seems to flinch from Rage as he walks him in. He too has wounds and cuts to his face. I sense I’m going to have to talk to Rage differently.

“Do you mind if my assistant takes some photos of your injuries? It’s to help us build your case to get you out,” I explain, looking to Agent Pryor. “You can go now,” I tell him. Rage turns and growls at him, and he soon leaves. Rage nods, allowing the photos, and Becky approaches with caution. She too is picking up the vibe that he could flip at any moment.

I gesture for him to take a seat and begin to write on the pad.

Do not say anything about the club. Only about what the agents did at the arrest. I am Alina, I am afriend of Hap’s, and I am here to make sure you all get out. Please do as I ask. Do not fight back.

He takes a long moment to read it. I nibble on my bottom lip, anxiously wondering if he can read. Suddenly, Becky’s phone rings out loudly.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Hang on, let me look through my big purse to find it,” she says, giving me a look.

I smirk. I will have to give her a raise. “Rage,” I whisper. “They are listening. I am a friend of Hap’s, and I am going to get you out. You need to do everything I say. Do not fight back, and I promise you will be out by the end of the day,” I say quickly.

He gives me a slight chin lift that he understands.

“Oh, there it is! Silly me, sorry boss,” Becky says, still with the overacting.

I do exactly the same with Beast and Spider, both of them nodding in understanding. Agent Pryor shows us the video tape they have on Ghost, and I’m grateful that you can’t see his face. The only thing you can see is the patch.

I sigh, relieved. “Is that it?” I ask.

The agent frowns at me. “It’s clearly him,” he argues. “It’s enough evidence to arrest him.”

“Maybe, but some may also say a simple interview to ask him to help with your enquiries would have been suffice. This is enough to arrest him, but not enough to stand up in court, and you know it. As for the others, they are merely Mickey Mouse charges, with no evidence to back you up, and with four counts all corroborating that you and your officers used unlawful force when arresting them. It’s an arrest that is questionable. As it stands, you know as well as I do that you would be laughed out of court. In fact, I am well within my clients’ rights to request the Department of Justice to investigate how exactly the evidence and warrants were obtained. Because this is sloppy at best,” I state, tearing Agent Pryor down in front of all his officers.

“It was from your informant, sir,” one of the officers speaks up.

“Was it now? Name?” I press.

Agent Pryor bristles. “Three of them can go, but we still have a few more questions for Mr. Harrison Jones,” he relents.

I nod. “Sure, I will be there. Now, let’s sort out the paperwork for my other clients,” I say before turning on my heel and walking away.

I wait for Rage, Beast, and Spider at the front desk. They all walk out with smiles on their faces. Beast scoops me up in his arms and twirls me around. I laugh, but when I pat his arms to stop twirling me, he places me down.

“Shit, that was incredible!” Beast beams.

I blush a little. “Well, the battle isn’t completely won yet. I have to get Ghost off. There is a lift waiting for you in the parking lot. Tell Hap I won’t be leaving until I have Ghost. Tell Star he will be home,” I affirm.

“The club owes you its life,” Spider states, gently pressing a kiss to my cheek.

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