Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 83777 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83777 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
It was why we’d spent the better part of the night clearing out the clubhouse and making sure we were ready for any possible visitors, and it was a good thing we did. Just as we were wrapping up, Preacher got a call from one of his informants, letting him know that a request had been made for a warrant on both the Vault and the clubhouse.
He was coming.
And even though it pissed us all off, we were ready for him.
At eight the following morning, we got the call that they were at the Vault’s front door. Preach and I headed over, and sure enough, Detective Maddox was standing front and center with his warrant in hand.
“Hello, boys.” He had that smug, self-satisfied look on his face as he said, “Creed, right?”
“Yeah, that’s right.”
“I got that warrant.”
“Good for you.”
“We’ll be searching the entire grounds.”
I cocked my brow. “Do what you gotta do.”
The asshole actually thought he was finally getting one over on us. Preacher and I stood there, arms crossed and pissed as hell, watching as he and his team swept inside. They searched every inch of the place, from the VIP rooms to the storage closets, flipping cushions, checking under counters, and even pulling up loose tiles in the office.
Nothing.
Because there was nothing to find, we’d made sure of it.
That didn’t stop Maddox from trying to rattle cages. He kept shooting me looks, like he was waiting for me to flinch.
I didn’t.
When they were done tearing through the place, Maddox came up to me and announced, “I’m going to need that camera footage.”
I gave him a nod and led him into the security room. He was practically salivating as his computer tech started trying to retrieve the footage. But there was no footage. “It’s not here. The footage only goes back to ten last night.”
“Where the hell is it?”
“I don’t know. It’s not here.”
“Clearly.” Maddox glared at Shep. “You know it’s a felony to tamper with evidence.”
“Is that right?”
“Holds hefty fines and time in the slammer.”
“Damn, that’s rough, but no tampering here.” Shep stepped forward and shrugged. “It must’ve been a glitch or something.”
“Bullshit.”
“See for yourself.”
Maddox pushed past his guy, and the blood drained from his face when he saw that the system came up blank. It was a look I wouldn’t soon forget. He tried to cover it with a smirk, but I could see it in his eyes. Asshole was pissed.
“Mighty lucky glitch.”
“No luck about it,” I told him flatly.
I held his stare as he stood and stepped away from the computer. He stopped, just for a second, and that mask he’d been wearing slipped. It was only for a second, but I saw him. He was just a fucking prick who was hiding behind his badge and using it to cover his tracks.
His smirk returned as he said, “We’ll be needing access to the clubhouse next.”
“The clubhouse wasn’t on the warrant,” Preacher bit back.
“No, but you can save us both the trouble and just give us what we need.”
“Not gonna happen.”
“No matter. We’ll have it in a few hours.” He gave me a wink, then turned and started out of the room. “Tell Devin I said hello.”
Motherfucker.
I was about to lunge for him when Grim reached out and grabbed my arm, holding me back as Maddox led his crew towards the front door. It took everything in me not to go and beat the ever-loving fuck out of him. The only thing truly stopping me was knowing that I would get him as soon as he was off the clock. And when I did, he’d find out exactly what happened when you tried to threaten what was mine.
We all walked out front and watched as they piled back into their cars and drove away. I wanted to think that was the end of it, but I knew better. This douchebag was going to keep pushing, but that was okay. Because I was going to push right back.
Half an hour later, we were back at the clubhouse and in Shep’s office, searching for anything we could find on Maddox and his partner. I hadn’t even had a chance to check up on Devin. But I’d managed to get a call into her and placed the order for her roses. It wasn’t much, but for the time being, it was the best I could do.
I was about to go back into Shep’s office when Preacher came charging down the hall. “You seen the fucking news?”
“No. Why?”
Instead of answering, he pulled out his phone and turned it so I could see the screen. The video was already playing, and my throat tightened when I spotted the reporter standing in front of the Vault.
Her voice was void of expression as she announced, “Sources say local authorities are investigating Satan’s Fury Motorcycle Club and their strip club, the Vault, for possible ties to sex trafficking. While no arrests have been made, officials claim they are exploring whether the club will be allowed to continue operations during the ongoing investigation.”