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They both looked at each other before looking back at me.

“We’re here to arrest you on attempted murder charges, Wyatt.”

“What the fuck? Attempted murder?”

They nodded, and the one stepped forward. “Let’s just talk outside. Don’t make a scene in the diner.”

I sighed and followed them outside, where they moved toward my bike.

“We don’t want to do this, but we have to cuff you. We also have a warrant to search the bike for drugs. Do you have any weapons or drugs on you?”

I shook my head. “No! Why the fuck would I have drugs? You need to tell me what’s going on!”

While one officer searched my bike, the other cuffed me and made me lean on the hood of the patrol car.

“You’re under arrested for the attempted murder of Lloyd Wiedermann.”

The other cop sighed and brought a bag of pills and white powder from my saddlebag.

“Add drug possession to those charges. Get him in the car.”

“Drugs? Fucking drugs? You both know we don’t deal with that shit. Those aren’t mine! Those aren’t fucking mine!”

The one cop just shook his head. “I wanna believe you, but you have a long history with them. Tell it to the judge.”

Everybody was standing outside the diner or watching from the windows at this point. Savannah rushed over to the cop car, tears streaming down her face.

“What the fuck is going on, Hawk? What are they talking about?”

I shook my head as they pushed me into the car.

“I’ll explain later, baby. Call Striker and get him to the police department asap. Everything is gonna be okay. It’s fine, Sav, I promise.”

Moose appeared and pulled Savannah back, wrapping her in his arms.

“I got you, brother. We’ll deal.”

I nodded as they shut the door and the last thing I saw was the woman I loved crying into my brother’s arms.

I didn’t even get to tell her I loved her…

I sighed as they started the car and took me down to the station. It was a quick drive as they pulled around back and pulled me out.

They undid my cuffs and shoved me into a jail cell.

“Phone on the wall. Make your call, Hawk.”

I quickly dialed Striker’s number, and he picked it up on the first ring.

“What the fuck is going on, man? Arrested? Drugs?”

I shook my head. “I fucking know. Attempted murder on that pussy fucking Lloyd. You know they planted those drugs. I’m fucking clean!”

“I believe you, brother. I fucking believe you. We’ll get you out. Lily is heading up to find out what’s going on right now.”

“Lily? Where’s George, our normal lawyer?”

I heard him sigh on the other end of the phone.

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