Page 55 of Beyond the Cut
“Table three wants more coffee.” He came up behind Dawn, his belly brushing against her back as he reached for the coffeepot. Dawn cringed. Despite Cade’s warning, nothing had changed. Or maybe, it had. She felt different today. Although she needed the job, she wasn’t prepared to sacrifice her self-worth to keep it, or to tolerate any disrespect.
Just like a Sinner.
She spun around and shoved Stan away. “Back off.”
Stan’s mouth dropped open and he took a step back. She’d never warned him off so forcefully before, but today the words slipped out before she could stop them.
“I like working here, Stan. This is the only restaurant close to the school and you’ve been very accommodating by letting me take my morning break during our busy time so I can see my girls. And of course, I need the money. But all this touching has to stop. Whether it is accidental or intentional, I don’t like it, and if you touch me again, I’m going to break your arm.”
She didn’t know if she could, in fact, break his arm, although Doug had taught arm bars in his self-defense class and she figured if she twisted hard enough, it just might break. But it sounded good and it felt even better. Resolved. Like she was holding a loaded gun. Maybe if she showed that kind of attitude to Shelly-Ann she wouldn’t be hiding under trees wearing a wig to see her own kids. And she wouldn’t be forking out all her extra cash so Shelly-Ann could drive a Cadillac while she had to take her girls around on the bus.
The front door slammed open and the little bell in the doorframe tinkled. She looked up and smiled when Doug walked into the restaurant, still riding the high from making Stan back down.
“I’ll take table six.” She gestured Doug to an empty booth in the corner and joined him a few moments later.
“Hey, Doug. You’re looking good.” He always looked better in civilian clothes than in uniform, and today he was clean-shaven and all decked out in a blue-and-white-striped shirt with crisp blue jeans—the kind of jeans Cade would never wear. Her mouth watered at the thought of Cade’s worn, low-rise jeans, tight in all the right places, and she almost missed Doug’s next words.
“You missed our monthly drinks last night. And you didn’t return my calls. I was worried about you. After what happened at your house…”
Damn. She’d totally forgotten about the monthly meet-up with her self-defense class. After moving to Conundrum, she’d taken the course as part of a therapy program to get over Jimmy’s abuse, and made some close, supportive friends, including Doug. After the course finished, Doug suggested a monthly drinks night to stay in touch, and Dawn had never missed a night.
“I’m so sorry. I totally forgot. I was at… a party.” She couldn’t bring herself to tell him she’d spent the night becoming Cade’s old lady in more ways than one.
“Good to hear you’re getting out.” He fiddled with the napkin on the table. “I thought maybe you’d turned to the dark side and joined the Sinners. Your friend Cade can be pretty overbearing. Kinda like Jimmy.”
Ouch. That stung. And so unlike Doug she almost couldn’t believe he’d said it. Sharp barbs were so not Doug’s style.
“He’s nothing like Jimmy.” Aside from the violence, beatings, and torture that seemed to be as much a part of Sinner life as it was with the Brethren. But the violence was directed outside the club, not in.
Doug clasped Dawn’s hand and gave it a squeeze. “I came to see you this morning because I’ve got some exciting news. We’ve been through the tapes from the bus shelter and the sheriff agrees we have enough evidence to charge Jimmy for assault. When we bring him in, we’ll question him about the break-in as well.”
“That’s great.” She smiled through clenched teeth while her stomach twisted in a knot. What had she been thinking? There was no way the police would be able to hold Jimmy. Once he was out on bail, he’d come for her, and he would show no mercy. Where would the police be then? According him due process while she bled out on the floor? Although she hated to admit it, the biker system worked better. There was no presumption of innocence, no proof beyond a reasonable doubt. There were no long delays before trial, plea bargains, or paying off judges. Jimmy did something bad, Jimmy was punished. End of story.
“You don’t sound happy.” He released her hand and sank back in the booth.
“How long can you hold him?” This plan didn’t just put her at risk; it put Cade at risk, too. She didn’t want to see him dead on the street as a result of Jimmy’s wrath.
“You’re afraid of the repercussions.” Disappointment laced his tone and Dawn instantly felt contrite.
“There’s just other stuff going on right now…” She hesitated, weighing her words. Club business couldn’t be discussed outside the club and now that she was ostensibly a Sinner, she had to be careful what she said. “Stuff that will make Jimmy more volatile than usual. If you can’t hold him, he’ll come after me the second he’s out on bail.”
Stan coughed discreetly and she pulled out her order pad and gave him a wave. He knew Doug was a cop and he wouldn’t intervene the way he had with Cade. Still, she didn’t want to push what little advantage she’d just bought herself.
“I have to work, Doug. But I’ve changed my mind. Can we just pretend I didn’t give the statement?” If her plan to find out who had filmed the setup panned out, she might be able to get her girls back without provoking Jimmy, and then she could find another way to deal with him. Now that she was a Sinner she had access to an entirely new set of tools, and they didn’t involve civilian law. She’d already crossed the legal line long ago; she just needed a little kick to cross it again, and Sinners had done that for her.
“I can’t do that.” Doug’s face crumpled. “The sheriff is involved. He intends to wage war against all bikers, and he’s going to use Jimmy as an example.”
“You won’t have a case without a witness. I won’t testify against him.”
“Dawn…” Doug laced his fingers through hers and stroked his thumb along her hand, a decidedly intimate gesture that sent her pulse skittering. Except for that night outside her house, he’d never crossed the friendship line, and this small, earnest gesture was definitely more than friendship.
“We can protect you. I can protect you. That’s what the police do. That’s what the system is there for.”
“I made the biggest mistake of my life when I thought I could rely on the system to get my girls back.” Dawn gently removed her hand from his grasp. “Not only was the system not there for me, Jimmy was able to turn it against me. I should have known. When Jimmy beat me, the cops would never come out, no matter how many times I called, and eventually I just gave up.”
“I would have been there for you.” Doug’s dark eyes glistened. “I would have come out. I would done everything I could to get him behind bars.”
“But it wasn’t you. And now I don’t know why I reported the assault. I just felt like I wanted some control over my life, but I never really thought it through. For some reason I thought you’d lock Jimmy up and throw away the key. But there’s a long period between arrest and trial, and it puts my girls and me at risk. There are other ways, Doug. Biker ways. I just never had the courage to try them.”
