Page 69 of Dancin' with Demons

The second punk cop comes behind me and locks a cuff tight around my right wrist before twistin’ my arms behind my back and lockin’ the other cuff around my left wrist before yankin’ me to my feet. Without a word, the shove me toward the closest car.

“Renegade!” Savior’s voice rings out through everythin’, and I hang my head. Damn it— she looked.

“Get in the car,” the cop holdin’ my cuffs snaps as Gage comes up.

“Let me calm my little girl, man,” I grit through clenched teeth.

“Not a chance,” he sneers.

“Let the man say goodbye to his daughter,” Gage snaps comin’ up next to us and glarin’ at the punk.

Turnin’ to face my club, I drop to one knee just as Savior yanks her arm away from Lacey and bolts toward me.

“Daddy!” she cries as she throws her arms around my neck, buryin’ her face in my shoulder.

My heart swells and breaks all at the same time.

“Don’t worry, little one,” I whisper as Raylynn and Catacomb come up behind Savior. “I need you to take care of your momma and that pup until I get back, okay?”

“But, but, how long will you be gone?” She sits back and stares into my face.

“I don’t know, sweetheart, but I’ll come back as soon as I can. I did somethin’ bad, though, and that has consequences.”

“He was bad,” she cries again, “not you.”

“I know, babygirl. Just be good and I’ll be back soon. I promise.”

I kiss the side of Savior’s head before Catacomb takes her and walks her over the Lacey.

Raylynn steps in front of me and the first this I do is lean down and kiss her. “I’m sorry, little love. I promised you I wouldn’t get in trouble again.”

Raylynn crashes her lips against mine again, her tongue commandin’, takin’ my very soul with this kiss, and I groan. When she pulls back, she rests her palm against the side of my face. “You defended your daughter, and I’ll never be angry at that. I love you.”

“I love you, too, baby. Stay with the brothers until I can come home, okay? Promise me.”

“I promise, Makoa,” she whispers, pushin’ up on her toes again to kiss me one last time before Gage, with much more respect, guides me into the back of his car instead of the punk’s.

As soon as we’re on the way to the precinct, I take a shuttered breath, knowin’ damn well I may never see Raylynn and Savior again without a thick ass window bein’ between us.

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A week in fuckin’ jail before Hardwire convinced the District Attorney to drop the murder charges on me. I think the only reason he did is because our lawyer took the camera footage from one of Hardwire’s hidden security cameras. It caught everythin’, and had audio. Reluctantly, the DA decided to drop shit, citin’ self defense. Basically, I got real fuckin’ lucky.

Comin’ out, I expect Catacomb to be waitin’ but he’s not. Instead, Trickster is waitin’ next to his truck. I brace myself for whatever smartass jokes he’s saved up but instead, as I approach, he just nods at the truck before openin’ his door and climbin’ in the driver’s seat.

Once I’m in and he pulls onto the road, I clear my throat. “How’d the run go?”

Trickster glances at me, his brows pull together. “A week in jail and the first thing you ask about is the fuckin run? Really?”

“What did you think I’d ask about?”

“I don’t know, man. Maybe your ol’ lady and kid.”

I actually laugh. “I know they’re fine. You and Cat wouldn’t let a thing happen to ‘em. Now, fuckin’ up movin’ meth . . . That you might fuck up.”

Trickster tries not to, but ends up laughin’ anyway. “Run went fine. I took Reaper’s place. He took yours. Money is already in our accounts. Ray and Savior are okay, too. Missin’ you bad, though.”

“You tell ‘em I was comin’ home today?”

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