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“She’s a cop, I didn’t think we could stop her.”

“Where’s the Pres?” I’d had an answer from Harley, but on the offchance he was just being a prick, I thought it best to check.

“Out on a ride with his old lady, visiting her family.” Great timing, dickhead.

“Get her out of here, and lock the fucking gates. We don’t need her kind here.”

“You should address me directly, if you expect me to leave,” she barked at me, smoothing her fucking short red hair back over her ear. Fucking redheads, so fiery and sassy. Pity she was such an uptight cunt.

“You want me to address you directly, PC Pain-in-my-Ass? Fuck off. You don’t belong here, and you have no right to come onto our property without cause. You think I don’t understand the law? You think I don’t know my rights?Ourrights? Get fucked, or I’ll remove you myself.”

She pushed past Rocket and Stag, and stepped up in front of me.

“You don’t scare me, Grease. Great name, by the way, is it because of all that crap you slime through your hair?” Damn, sassy,andshe smelled good. Why a fucking cop though? Mafia guys know one thing; it’s drilled into us from fucking childhood.Never trust a cop we don’t own. And we owned nobody down here, so she had to go. Now.

“Nah, it’s because he doesn’t use lube, love. You should leave now. We’re not up to anything, we’re just motorbike enthusiasts,” Harley said, neatly stepping into the argument, and trying to defuse it. I’d punch him for that later. I didn’t need help with this.

A few guys laughed at his joke, but I couldn’t stop glaring at her. Getting in my face, messing with the club when we’re trying to fucking rebuild it. Sure there was crime going on here, but not like there was before. If she’d shown up last year, she could have fucking saved people, but now? Now she was barking up the wrong fucking tree.

“You’ve got one minute to start moving, cop, or I’m going to fucking carry you off our property,” I growled, and Harley sighed.

“Grease, chill, man. The nice cop lady’s leaving now, aren’t you, love?”

“My name is PC Charles, and you’d do well to remember it. You’ll be seeing a lot of me. I don’t trust bikers, and I know the reputation this club has. I’ll find your secrets, and I’ll put you all away.”

“You and whose army, love? I don’t see any backup here?” Stag muttered, crowding her from behind, and unfortunately giving her more reason to doubt us. I reached past her, shoving him back with one hand, needing to get them all away from her.

“Your minute’s up,” I hissed, grabbing her and tossing her up on my shoulder, as I started marching her towards the low gates. The guys were cheering and laughing, and shewas yelling and cursing, but it wouldn’t stop me. Cops always brought trouble, and this club didn’t need it. We had to get bigger fucking gates, and higher fences, so it’d keep out the fucking undesirables. Our assaults on this club had identified tons of weak spots, and almost seven months later, we were still working on strengthening the last of them.

“This is assault, you fucking asshole!” I laughed, feeling strangely exhilarated to be taking out the trash my own damn self. I made my way outside of the gates, in sight of the police car, and the guy getting out of the driver’s seat. Well, fuck. Might end up needing a lawyer at this rate.

I dumped her unceremoniously on the dusty ground, and made a point of brushing my hands against each other, further mocking her as I ‘washed my hands of her’.

“And fucking stay out.”

“You can explain your actions down at the station,” the other officer said, as she scrambled to her feet, furiously brushing dust off her uniform. As metal clasped my wrists, and they led me to the car, I yelled out to the brothers who’d followed us.

“Call the lawyer!”

Chapter Two

JAMIE

Of all the meatheaded, arrogant, asshole things to do! Pick me up and carry me? How fucking dare he?! Just because I’m a woman, he thinks he can treat me like that? If he thinks he’s won this round, he’s out of his league.

I was only keeping an eye on the club because my research had told me the Rogues were bad news, and I needed something to make me stand out. Bringing down a dirty club sounded like the perfect way to do it. Only the club had been taken over by another club called Phoenix MC, and appeared to be running clean, and I didn’t like it. It was shitting all over my plans. How could I work my way up, if I couldn’t make a big splash somehow?

I just knew a biker club had to be my chance, even though my partner, PC Evers, disagreed. Long term consistent policing was his idea of trying to get off the beat, and into big cases, but he’d been in the job for eight years, and was he there yet? Nope. It may only be my second year in uniform, but it’d also be my last.

“You wanna process him?” Evers asked me, as we pulled up at the stationhouse, and he turned off the engine. Grease made an amused snorting noise, and I turned to glare at him. Iwanted to, but I also wanted to dismiss him like he didn’t matter, because he didn’t. It was a matter of which one would piss him off more.

“You do it. I’ll get started on the paperwork.”

“Aw baby, you don’t wanna touch me all over? I thought that’s what all this foreplay was about? They were just kidding about the lube, not that I need it. Women get wet as fuck around me.”

I ignored the asshole and got out of the car, waiting with Evers, as he unloaded the prisoner, and started walking him in. He wasn’t struggling or trying to resist, which annoyed me, because how could I throw the book at him if he wasn’t pushing me to?

“I thought I was gonna get frisked by the stuck up bird, mate, don’t go fondling my junk, yeah? I’m into women, but hot ones, not like her.” His words burned, even though I knew that was exactly what he was going for. He wanted me angry, and lashing out. He wanted to push me, and make me do something he could try and use against me.

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