"Here, babe." Lynol nudges my shoulder from behind me. I feel a cold material on my bare pale shoulder. I turn and almost gasp audibly at the sight before my brown eyes. An old lady patch. My old lady patch. I look up at Lynol.
"I'm serious, babe. I don't give a flying fuck about your past as long as your future is with me." His grey eyes are fire. I smile big enough to split my face.
With no further hesitation, I turn and slide my arms through the cool leather material. Lynol grabs me by my ponytail and yanks my head back to his chest to give me a fast and hard kiss.
"Wanna take me on your Harley to drive the point home?" Teasing him is hilarious. Gets him all juiced up and turned on. And the more I get him worked up and let him down, the more I hope he punishes me later. He grins and pats my ass before rushing me outside into the commons of the club.
The guys looked at me differently the other night no doubt from my dirty laudry being aired. But after yesterday morning I'm 100% certain I have gotten all of their respect and trust back. Its awful that Angie was a spy of sorts. She was actually kind of cool.
I walk into the front door of the police station and step through the metal detector before going into the 3rd floor where my boss is. The patch on my bad gets me more than a few looks. Flashes of the night Lynol brought me to the club.
I stalk into his office and plop the thick stack of paper work on his desk. He glances up, takes the stack, and shoves it in his desk, sealing it with a firm slam of his drawer.
"Those are-" We waves me off then puts a finger to his lips. I shut up and cock my head in confusion. He steps from around his desk towards me. "There's a wire tap on my phone and in my office. Go with it." He whispers before going back around his desk.
"You're quitting? You just started." His voice is back to its normal volume.
"I feel this office has been unjust due to my daughter's father. But I'll still be glad to take the test of you want." I reply formally. "No need. Your leaving us will be a huge loss, detective Tanner." His voice is all business as he stands tall behind his oak desk. I nod and turn right before I see his mouth move again but without words.
"RAID!"
I stare at him for a second longer before nodding once more. "Thank you." I walk out and start calling Pat. I know I just told Lynol I would start calling him first but my phone is probably tapped too and only Pat will understand.
"Go Go?" He drags my name out.
"Everything went alright. Now it's time to get our ducks in a row." I use the code we said as a child when one of us was about to get in trouble and needed the others to lie or hide shit.
"Get our ducks in a row?" He repeats.
"Yep. See you at home?" I ask.
"Sure thing, Go Go." His voice stays normal. We hang up.
"Ready?" Lynol hands me the spare helmet.
"Hurry our asses back. There's a problem, I already called Panik." I strap it under my chin. He doesn't waste another moment for questions before peeling out the parking lot of the station to our club.
The whole damn place is in a uproar as Lynol rushes in, me in his heels.
"What's happening?" He shouts. "Raid, Prez." One of them calls through the chaos.
Blake and that lawyer Bitch were betting I would be too busy with the lieutenant to be here when they raided us. Guys are piling shit into vans and speeding out of the gate to God knows where. Hope there's no surveillance.
"The drugs!" Ed shouts with panic.
"They're here." Kale calls from the cameras. Sirens are wailing outside the walls of the clubhouse. Lynol freezes, too flustered to think.
"Dump out my baby formula in the drain and wash it down then dump that shit in there and put it in her diaper bag!" I command. Patch and Panik clumsily but quickly do so. A little bit spills in the floor and I quickly sweep it under the stove with my flip flop. I grab the formula container and shove it in her bag before swinging it around my shoulder and snatching Mikey from his father and walking to the door, as if I'm about to leave.
It busts open and I shield Mikeys head before splinters from the broken wood hit us. "Detective Tanner, on your way out?" Blake smiles wide. I smile back.
"I was just about to take Mikey to the park." I lie. She glances down at the baby, the pink bag around my shoulder, then back at me before snorting.
"You're not going anywhere." She says exactly what I knew she would. I snort and switch the almost 1 year old to my other arm. He places his little blonde head on my chest.
"All you assholes line up!" She orders. One by one the guys line up against the wall, all grinning or smirking as they watch the cops pick through the club, leaving a mess in their wake. A few of the whores are ordered to move off the couches so they can be searched through and flipped over. They even check the birds cage.
"Asshole." The bird squawks. The young uniform rookies eyes grow wide. Pat bout shits himself with giggles sounding like a fucking girl.
"Finally. Love that fucking bird." He says from the wall.
"Shut it." Blake calls as she stalks towards me.
"You knew. How?" She spits.
"Knew what?" I feign innocence. She growls through her nose and stomps off, yelling at the others to fucking find something. I smile as I bounce Mikey.
"Where are the others?" She paces infront of the guys. "Theres more of you guys." She continues on when no one answers.
"The prospects?" She asks again. She's getting at something, because she's smart, but she won't get far, because I'm smarter.
"We're not here 24 fucking 7, Bitch." Ed grunts. She glares at him.
"Nothing but more than a few bags of weed." A tall stoic guy appears from one of the back rooms.
"Fuck!" She seriously screams like a child throwing a tantrum.
She comes back up to me. "Nice cut, Tanner. Traded a badge for a patch. For a man who fucks whores when you're at home with a child he pretends to be his." She spits then smirks when a cop has to shove Lynol back against the wall. My smile falters much to her pleasure.
"Sounded like you were more than willing too when you were riding paniks dick and giving me piss to cheat a drug test. Are you mad because you will never be happy in any way so you take out all the bitterness in that black ass heart of yours out on others?" I snap back. Not the best come back but her ass caught me off guard. Her smile falters too and that's enough to give me any amount of pleasure.
"Sorry I'm late. Find anything?" A familiar male voice sounds though the hole where the door used to be. The voice belongs to an equally matching familiar male face.
John.
He swaggers in with the lawyer Bitch. "Nope. Just a few bags of weed." Blake steps back. The action catches His eyes and he finally sees me. He throws me a cruel smile.
"Honey, I've missed you." He comes towards me. I back up with every step he takes forward, my back meeting the wall. I cradle Mikey closer to my chest. A shield between me and my husband.
"What the hell are you doing here?" I ask him. He frowns at the leather around my shoulders.
"For you. It's time you stop this and come home. You AND our daughter." He specifies. I shake my head.
"She's not yours. You saw her birth certificate. Lynols her father." I tell him.
He laughs. "On paper." He glares at me. And if looks could kill.
"Take them all in on possession. Starting with the asshole sleeping with my wife. And the United States president says we don't have to be gentle so." He smirks at Lynol.
"I think you mean my old lady." Lynol dares John. John doesn't say anything just nods for the others to take them out, keeping his self control in check.
"Babe you got everything?" Lynol calls to me.
"Yeah, I'll hold it down." I call back.
"I love you." I don't know if he says it to piss off John or if it's because he doesn't know if he'll be home tonight.
"Mikey." Kale struggles against the officer holding him.
"I got him." I assure him.
Pat breaks through the officers holding him and aims right for John. He lifts his leg higher than I've ever seen a man able to do and kicks John hard in his chest. John flies back so Pat just continues to kick and jump on him. I sit Mikey on the couch and run into Patrick, knocking him down.
"Great plan. Assault on an officer." I curse in his ear. He stops struggling. One officer helps John to his feet while three more pull me off Pat and yank him to his feet. I go back to Mikey and try to stop his crying.
John coughs a few times and clenched his stomach. "Expect papers, Margo. Once I prove that kids mine you'll have no choice but to come home or lose it." He promises me before they leave, a disaster left behind.
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Lynols mom comes and gets Mikey and takes my extra diaper bag with her, minus the coke. And a call to a construction job gets us a new door.
Lynol uses his phone call to call me and tell me they all made bond except Pat and to call Randy for the cash.
So I do
And I post bond
And then I take my exhausted ass to bed wondering when the hell I'm gonna catch a fucking break. And how the hell I'm gonna find a fucking lawyer to get Pat out with no jail time.
What is life?