Page 71 of Shadow

Shadow

The last five hours were a colossal clusterfuck.

After that fucking bastard cop arrested me and the others, he got his buddies to haul us off to the Lawton Police station, where they proceeded to fingerprint us, photograph us and book us into the city jail.

After being questioned at length, a detective Clint Harris, along with Kali and the Mayor, demanded our release. It seemed the cop that hit Joan was under the influence at the time of the accident and was currently on administrative leave, pending an internal investigation. When asked how he knew, Detective Harris simply said he’d been investigating the officer for weeks now.

“Come on, Shadow,” Detective Harris said. “I’ll drive you to the hospital.”

“No offense, Detective, but I’d rather walk than get back into another cop car.”

“I’ve got my SUV,” Kali said, hugging me on my side. Wrapping my arm around her, I kissed the top of her head. “Thank you, Jinx.”

Kali smiled warmly at me.

“Get your hands off my wife, asshole,” Kansas growled at me, reaching for his cell phone before shaking the detective’s hand. “Thanks, Clint.”

Hiding my smirk, I winked at Kali.

“No problem. Some of the brothers are collecting your bikes from the impound. I’ll follow you guys over to the hospital. I need to get a statement from Ms. Trinity.”

The second we were all in the vehicle, Kansas turned to me. “Ashe and Fifty found the driver.”

“That was fast. Who is it?”

“Joan’s soundman at the radio station. It gets worse. He was also the one who broke into her apartment. Ashe checked out his place, and it’s covered in pictures of Joan. Apparently, this sick fuck has had his eyes on Joan for a while now.”

“Fuck. Where is he now?”

“Fifty’s taking him for a ride.”

I didn’t need to ask.

I knew what he meant.

That motherfucker was taking a one-way trip to the club’s wet room. Every club had one. Didn’t matter what it was called, a wet room was just that. A place where people visited but never left.

Well, not alive.

“I want to talk to him.”

“You sure about that?” Whisper, who was sitting next to me, asked as Kansas and Trigger both stared, saying nothing. I got it. I really did. With my past, walking into a room designated for torture and death wasn’t conducive to my mental health. But I didn’t give a fuck. That son of a bitch went after my woman. Fucker tried to run her off the road, shot at her and caused her to have an accident that could have killed her. I wasn’t even going to think about how scared she was or the trauma that he inflicted. That motherfucker was soon going to understand what his actions wrought because there wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do to protect my woman. And if that meant getting my hands dirty again…then so be it.

Fucker was a dead man walking.

Looking at Kansas, I growled, “He’s mine.”

By the time we got to the hospital, Joan was being discharged. Detective Harris got Joan’s statement and when a nurse came in with a wheelchair and her after care instructions, I got her the hell out of that place.

My sisters were all waiting and after we loaded Joan into the farm’s SUV, then we headed for home.

My woman was exhausted and needed to rest.

Quietly closing my bedroom door, I headed for the kitchen where I found Nevil, Angel and Whisper all glaring at Hope and Charity, who were sitting at the table saying nothing.

“What’s wrong now?”

“Kansas got a call from Detective Harris. They found the truck that chased Joan earlier today, along with the gun.”

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