Page 15 of Tuck & Roll

“You’re going to have to get off her so she can get up,” Tuck explained like the officer was an idiot. Miner slowly eased back, leaning back with his knees to his heels, hands extended out to the side.

Slowly, she eased off the bed and snatched up her clothes, holding them tight to her chest. “In the bathroom. Leave the door open.” Race tipped his head across the room.

“For the love of God, Miner, put some pants on,” Jackson told him.

Yeah, Tuck was all for that. Seeing the man’s dick swinging in the wind wasn’t something he cared to look at. Not that he had much to swing and the longer it took him to pull his pants on, the less there was to swing.

Miner slowly moved to the side of the bed, bent to retrieve his pants and slipped them up to his hips, realizing any sudden, foolish moves could get him shot. He pulled the condom off and dropped it on the nightstand next to the bed and finished fastening his pants.

Race stood with his thumbs shoved into his front pockets, appearing cool and unaffected by anything going on in the room. AnneMarie came back into the room, her arms wrapped around herself. She looked to Miner for guidance as to what she should do now.

With his hands still up, he tried to smile, but it came up a little forced. “It’s okay, honey. They won’t hurt you.” Miner was smart enough not to include himself in that statement.

Race turned his attention to AnneMarie. “You can go. Keep in mind that we have incriminating pictures of you that could easily end up in the hands of your husband and Miner’s wife, then your bosses’ and coworkers’. No one ever has to know about your Wednesday-night meetings. You get what I’m saying?” He leveled her with a look that no one could misinterpret.

When she continued to stare at Race with big, wide eyes and didn’t respond, Tuck said, “This is where you say yes or nod your head.”

“Y-yes.” She nodded her head so hard, she looked like a damn bobble head.

Jackson moved away from the door, opened it and held it open for her. She quickly edged by him and raced to her car. She was in it and backing out before he got the door closed.

“Now. Back to you.” Race’s gaze skewered Miner to where he was standing next to the bed.

Tuck had to hand it to the man, he did his best to act like he wasn’t scared shitless, but the constant tick in his jaw gave him away.

“Sit.”

Miner, continuing to prove he was semi-intelligent by doing what he was told, took a seat.

Race pulled a chair from the table, spun it around backwards in front of Miner and took a seat with his arms crossed over the back. He gave it a beat, then asked, “What is your problem with the Sons of Redemption?”

“I don’t have a problem with the Sons of Redemption.”

“Then why are you harassing us? Surely, you know harassing our women and our families is gonna earn you some much unwanted attention?”

Miner swallowed hard. “The chief said to not cut your club any slack. The more citations I give you, the better it will look when I apply for detective. He said he’d put my name to the top of the list.”

“What’s the police chief’s problem with us then?” Race scratched absently at his chin.

“I don’t know, but I overheard him tell someone on the phone that he was applying pressure to your club, keeping you tied up with nuisance tickets. Something about keeping you toeing the line, you’d be too busy to see what was going on around you.”

Tuck exchanged a puzzled look with Jackson, then Jed, who was shaking his head at how easily he gave up his boss. “No loyalty.”

Race asked what they were thinking. “What the fuck does that mean?”

“I have no idea.”

While Race mulled over what Miner had told him, Jed asked, “I’ve seen pictures of your wife. She’s a cute little thing. Why the hell are you fucking around on her?”

“I know you won’t understand this, but I love my wife. She just doesn’t satisfy my needs in the bedroom. AnneMarie does.”

“Have you ever talked to your wife to see if she might be interested in what gets you off? I could break her in for you. After I’m done, she’d be willing to try anything,” Jed taunted. Miner growled and shot to his feet. “Of course, she might leave your ass after she’s had me.”

“Stay the fuck away from my wife!” he growled through clenched teeth.

“Jed. Let’s go.” Race stood and took the three steps that put him in Miner’s face. “Back off. Don’t fucking mess with the Sons of Redemption. I don’t need these pictures to keep you line. I know where you live. I know your schedule. I know where your parents live in Tuscon. I know what you drive. Most importantly, I know how to find you any time I want. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

“Yes.” If Miner clenched his teeth any harder, Tuck thought they might crack.

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