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Shit. This wasn’t the place to have this conversation. “Demo-”
“No, really.” He raised his brows. “Because if you’re not, this is a dangerous game to be playing.”
I knew that. She was the sheriff. I was a vigilante biker. Worse.Sheknew it. And was now keeping her distance because of it. I needed to find a way around all that. But I wasn’t ready to talk about it yet. “Fuck me, but I am serious.”
He nodded. “Thought so. What’re you going to do about it?”
I shook my head. “Fuck if I know. I have no issues with the fact that she’s a cop.”
He scoffed at that. “Youwouldn’t. She’s the one who’s going to carry that burden. She’s the one with the reputation that needs to stay intact to do her job.”
“Since when do you bring up solid points?” I growled, glaring at him.
“Are you two assholes going to help me or what?” Owen bellowed from across the lot. He held up a heat gun in a ‘what the fuck’ gesture.
“I care, even though you’re a dipshit,” Demo said quickly. “I just want to make sure you don’t find yourself in the middle of something that’s going to detonate.”
“Aw,” I said, giving him a sappy look. “You care? Really?”
“Fuck off,” he said. “Now I’m not going to do shit to help you.”
“Did you have something in mind?” I asked as we walked toward Owen and his cruiser.
“Not telling you now, fuck face.”
“Oh come on,” I said. “Don’t be a little bitch. I was just-” I grunted as Demo’s fist connected with my stomach and every word I was about to say dropped into my asshole. The big bastard threw a punch like a fucking sledgehammer. I doubled over, wheezing for air as he whistled and walked away from me.
It took me a few minutes to assess whether my internal organs were still where they were supposed to be, before I made my way over to where they were scraping my carefully placed booty decal off the squad car. It’d been worth it.
Scowling at Demo, I reached in my pocket as my cell rang. “Yeah?” I asked without looking at the screen.
“War.”
Recognizing Scythe's voice, I focused on the call instead of my two best friends as they argued over how much heat and pressure to add to take the decal off without taking paint with it. “VP. What’s up?” There was something there in his tone that told me this wasn’t a social call.
“Get your ass to the club house. Now.”
“Will do. What’s going on?”
“Got a call from Tucson. Lockout called Cypher for help for some friends of his.”
“Which friends?” I asked, stiffening. If any of our allies were in trouble we’d be there to help.
“The Austin Viking’s Rampage. Something about some missing kids.”
“Oh shit.”
“Yeah. Demo there with you?”
“Yeah. I’ll bring him with me.”
“Good. Make it quick.”
The line went dead and I shoved my phone back in my pocket. We were good friends with the Tucson Chapter of the Viking’s Rampage MC, but had only met the Austin club in passing at some of the weddings Tucson had over the past couple years. The guys seemed solid enough.
They were still an MC club, but had gone legit a few years ago and tended to keep to themselves. Couldn’t blame them. From everything the guys from Tucson had told me, they’d had to work hard to stay off law enforcement’s radar and in order to keep from going to prison they’d had to give up the life.
They’d done it happily to keep their families together. That was the ultimate fucking goal for most. Wives. Kids. The whole happy fucking package. Shit, if I wasn’t such a bachelor it’d bewhat I wanted too. Wasn’t sure that was in the cards for me. I was pretty set in my damn ways.
