Page 2 of Nines's Time

NINES

Pacing the length of my cell, I release a frustrated breath. I can’t believe this shit. After getting to the station, I’d been processed and taken straight to a cell. No one has spoken to me since.

I want to demand they tell me what grounds they have for thinking I’d done something like assault a minor and when I had time to do that shit. I mean fuck, I’ve got enough going on that I don’t need this to top the cake.

I’m sure my brothers are out there waiting to find out what’s happening. This is total bullshit. I know it, and whoever the hell is behind this also knows it.

“Tucker.”

I spin around at my name being called and glare at the man making his way toward me. “Adams,” I glower, keeping eye contact with the other man.

“Markus is here. I’m taking you to an interrogation room,” he announces, and steps close to the bars of the cell. “Sorry about this. I wish I could’ve stopped this all from happening.”

“What from happening?” I demand, keeping my voice low.

“You being arrested.”

“I didn’t do it.”

The door to my cell is unlocked, and Adams motions for me to turn around. I do as he says, not fighting him while he slaps the cuffs to my wrists. “I know you didn’t. It’s a setup, and a few of us are trying to figure out who’s behind it. But there’s a rumor that someone’s none too happy with the club, and they intend to make you all hurt before it’s all said and done with.”

“Fuck,” I grumble under my breath but am surprised by the information Adams shares with me.

“Come on, let me get you to the interrogation room. Detective Hanson has been chomping at the bit to speak with you but couldn’t ‘cause Markus called ahead of our arrival, stating no one was to speak to his client before he got here.”

“And yet, you’re speaking to me,” I snort, shaking my head.

“Yeah,” Adam chuckles quietly, “but only to give you a bit of information you need, so you know what you’re fucking dealing with.”

We fall silent as he takes my arms and guides me from the cell.

In no time at all, I’m in a small room with a mirrored window. Adams uncuffs my hands from behind my back only to re-cuff them in front.

“Go ahead and sit.,” he says, motioning to one of the chairs facing the mirrored window. “Markus will be here soon.”

“Already here, Adams,” Markus announces his entrance as he stalks into the door. “You aren’t already starting the party without me, are you, officer?”

I chuckle at the man’s demeanor.

Adams turns away from the mirror and smirks to Markus. “Just updating your client on things I’m sure he’ll fill you in on. I will suggest getting him out of here as soon as you can and not taking any pleas they may try to get him to agree to.”

“Right,” Markus mutters, his lips barely moving with the one word. “Tell whoever is to come in here that I would like a few moments alone with my client before they interrogate him.”

“Will do.” With that, Adams leaves the room, closing the door behind him.

Markus turns toward me and sighs. “This isn’t what I want to be doing right now,” he grumbles, coming to sit next to me. “I was in the middle of something highly important when I got the call. Better be happy I dropped what I was doing and hauled ass here.”

“Let me guess, you were getting your dick sucked and got interrupted?” I quirk a brow, knowing the man far too well. I also know he goes out of town to get his pleasures taken care of, not wanting to deal with anyone locally. Markus tries to keep his private life away from those who could attempt to use it against him.

“Of course, I was,” he scoffs. “The bitch was trying to treat my cock like a Tootsie Pop and wanted to get to the center of it. Damn, the woman was good at it too. Just as I was about to blow . . .” He grins as I chuckle.

“Well excuse me for being arrested while you’re out getting your rocks off. Next time do tell me and I’ll make sure to be a good boy until you finish,” I snark sarcastically.

“You do that.” Markus smirks before his expression changes altogether, and he asks me to tell him what Adams said along with what happened.

I tell him everything that happened at the clubhouse and what Adams said. Markus’s brows snap together, and I note the way his jaw clenches.

Shortly after, the door opens and I know whatever we’re about to hear them claim is going to seriously piss me off, and unfortunately, there’s nothing I can do about it. At least for the time being. However, when I get this shit taken care of, I’m going to find who’s behind it and make them pay in the worse way possible. I just need to clear my name first.

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