Page 98 of Tuck & Roll

Trick didn’t waste any time getting to the strip club. He pulled up and the lot was empty except for employee cars, Race’s truck and the Suburban that belonged to the MC.

“What the fuck is going on?” Race asked no one in particular and really didn’t expect an answer.

The police had already left. The lights of the club were all dark, indicating the place was shut down. That meant with Race’s truck and the club Suburban still on the lot, the old ladies and prospects had to have been taken away.

“The police station?” Trick asked from behind the wheel.

“Yeah. I’m going to get my truck and Jed, you get the Suburban, and we’ll meet at the station. The ladies are going to need a ride.”

Pulling up in front of the police station, everyone piled out or hopped off a bike. “Dagger, Darren, Trick and Jackson, you’re with me. The rest of you hang back for now. I’m going to find out what the fuck is going on.”

They entered the building and had to stop at the front desk. There was a young lady waiting with a strained smile sitting behind it. She looked terrified to have five bikers descend on her desk all at once. Darren had to give her props, though, she never backed down. She might have been scared, but she was going to hold her ground. Which was more than he could say for some of the men who worked here.

“May I help you?”

“Yes. Bottoms Up was raided while our old ladies were there. I need to know if they’re here and if so, what the fuck for and how long will it take to have them brought out here?” This was Race being diplomatic. If it would have been a man behind the desk, he might have been tempted to grab him by the collar and pull him over the thing.

“Um. Let me see. What are the,” she paused, “old ladies’ names?”

“Bellamy Walker. Lindsey O’Malley. Calliope West. Kylie Mason. There would have been two women, Cami and Jenna, with them as well as two prospects, Cutter and Miles.”

The young woman got on her computer and typed for a bit, then frowned. “Um, yes. It looks like they are all here.”

“What the fuck for?” Race demanded.

“Um, I’m not sure.”

“Can you get me someone who does know?”

“Um. Okay. I’ll be right back.” The young lady scurried away, disappearing through a door at the back of the room.

“Dagger?” Race wanted his VP to contact his brother-in-law that worked for the RPD. They’d have better luck getting answers from Ben than anyone else in this place.

“On it.” Dagger pulled out his phone, stepped a few feet away and made the call. “He’ll be here in ten minutes,” Dagger reported as he rejoined the group.

The club was going to miss having an inside connection with the RPD when Ben retired and that time was coming up quick. He’d been working on his new partner, trying to make him see that working with the SORMC wasn’t a bad thing. Slowly but surely, Riggs was coming around. He wasn’t completely on board with working with a bunch of bikers yet, but he was beginning to see what a useful connection the club could be. Despite their bad reputation, the Sons were really good at keeping even worse elements out of Redemption. Darren had hope things would work out with Riggs. The club had grown used to having eyes and ears on the inside and it would suck not have them in the future.

A man in a uniform came from the back, took one look at the group of bikers and all but rolled his eyes. This guy was going to be useless. Darren was getting tired of waiting around. He, rather they, needed to get their women out of there. Half of them were pregnant, one of which was due in a couple of weeks and another in a few months. Kylie was still early yet, but she needed to pee constantly. He could only imagine what the other two women must be going through.

“Can I help you?” the office begrudgingly asked.

“Yeah. I wanna know if it’s common practice to arrest pregnant women and throw them in jail?” Race leaned into his hands on the counter, edging closer to the prick.

“If they were at Bottoms Up, then yes, they were brought here.”

“What the fuck for?” Trick growled. “There’s no way you have every single person who was at the strip club locked up in your cells. You don’t have enough cells to hold them all. So, I’m guessing you let a lot of people go. That begs the question, why did only our old ladies get hauled in here?”

“Well,” the prick was cut off when Dagger’s brother-in-law appeared at his side.

“I’ve got this. You can go.” He waved him off.

“Thanks for coming in, Ben.” Race visibly calmed down. “I appreciate you’re helping us get this sorted.”

“Dagger told me your women are here. Let me see what I can find out.” He dropped into the young lady’s chair, who had yet to return, and got on her computer. He clicked away for a little bit, then frowned.

“What?” Darren wasn’t sure he liked the cop’s disgruntled expression. If Ben didn’t appear happy with what he was seeing, the Sons damn sure wouldn’t be.

“Hang on. Let me go talk to one of the officers that worked the scene. I’ll be right back.” Ben got up and disappeared toward the back.

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