Page 57 of Protected by the Biker (Grim Reaper MC)
I had to figure out something else to do so that I could take down the Dellucci’s, but I wanted to leave Carina out of it. I was determined to eventually make it right between me and her. How the hell I would make it right while still doing my fucking job, I didn’t know. But I had to try and figure it out. I grabbed my phone and dialed Mason.
“Hello?”
“What’s up, man? You got a minute?”
“Yeah. What do you need?”
“Meet me down at the park on Berlin in like twenty minutes.”
“Twenty minutes? Jesus, Harrison, I’m always on the fucking other side of town.”
“Thirty minutes?”
“Fuck.” He paused. “Alright, shit. Give me at least forty-five minutes. This shit better be good, too, got damn it.”
“Forty-five minutes.”
I arrived at the park and sat on the bench in front of a small pond. A trio of ducks waddled in the water while children threw pieces of bread towards them. The ducks quacked and fought each other to get the pieces of bread as I put my arm on the edge of the bench.
“You fucking piece of shit.” I recognized his voice immediately, so I didn’t need to turn around to see who he was. Mason plopped down on the other end of the bench, keeping a good distance between us.
“Why the fuck was it so urgent for me to come all the way over here in such a short notice? I was just getting ready to get my dick sucked by a fat bitch.”
“Liar.”
He paused. “Yeah, I was lying, but who the fuck cares? Why did I have to come over here?”
I squinted my eyes as the children ran around, playing. Their laughter followed behind them like a tail as I cleared my throat.
“Listen, I know you have your ear to what is going on within the precinct.” I turned towards him. “And I know there are some fucking dirty cops that the Dellucci’s have in their pockets. I need to know what you know about that shit.”
“Dirty cops? Come on, man, I don’t know anything about that shit. I mean, I know it is happening but at the same time, I keep my fucking nose out of it. I come to work, clock in and do my job. I am just trying to make it through the day. All that extra shit? I stay out of it.”
“Bullshit, Mason. I know you know something. You have your nose in every fucking thing, good and bad. I need to find a different way in.”
“So, you’re working the Dellucci case, huh?”
“Yeah. I’ve been working it for a couple of weeks now, but my way in is…” I paused. “I just need to find another way. That’s it.”
“Damn it, Harrison.” He shook his head and looked straight to the front. The ducks flapped their wings as they earnestly searched for the children that once fed them with bread crumbs.
“Look,” he reached in his pocket and removed his cell phone. “I’ll see what I can do. I won’t make any promises, but I’ll see what I can find.”
“Alright. That’s all I need you to do. I can handle the rest.”
“Alright, man. Like I said, I’ll see what I can do and I’ll be in touch with you in a couple days.”
“Cool.”
I stood up and left Mason on the bench glaring back at the ducks.
When I got in the car, I checked my email. O’Malley sent a message about a meeting tomorrow. I had to tell him what I found out, but I didn’t want him to know that I dropped Carina as my way into the Dellucci family. If he found that out, he would probably put me off the case because I let my emotions get in the middle of my police work.
I sent him a response and looked up and noticed that Mason was still in the park area. That’s odd. I waited for ten minutes in my car and he still didn’t budge. I was just about to leave when I noticed another man walking towards Mason. He was accompanied by two more men, both dressed in all black. I squinted my eyes to get a better look at the guy who sat down with him on the bench.
Nico? Nico Dellucci?
Chapter 16
Carina
Two weeks had gone by since I had last seen or spoke to Harrison. I couldn’t believe I allowed someone like him to come into my life and even worse, I had allowed him to potentially dismantle my family in the process. I was so ashamed that I couldn’t even see my parents face to face. I couldn’t even bring myself to talk to Freya. The whole ordeal was so embarrassing that I decided to climb back into my cave and bury myself in school work like I did before I went out and met Harrison. What started out so beautiful ended up turning into something so dreadful.
It was a Friday evening when I got a call from Freya. I had made an island of myself, surrounded by a sea of school papers just waiting to be graded. The phone’s ringing startled me in the midst of my solitude.
“Hello?”
“Ok, enough of this. You haven’t been in the teacher’s lounge much, you barely speak to us at lunch and you walk around like a zombie. What the hell is going on?”
“Freya, I am fine. I just–”
“You are just full of shit and I know it. Open the door.”
“What?”
“I said open the door.”
Seconds later, the bell rang. I parted the sea of papers and walked to the door as she stood on the other side with the same look she had always given me when I gave her an answer she didn’t want to hear. One eyebrow raised above the other while her mouth was positioned to the side of her face. She propped her hand onto her waist and shook her head.
“Carina what the hell is wrong?” I shrugged my shoulders as she brushed passed me, coated in a scent of cucumber melon lotion.
“I should’ve known you were buried in the middle of school papers. You know, for somebody who does so much work, you sure do stay behind a lot.”
I closed the door and planted myself back in the middle of the living room floor, folding my legs like a pretzel. “Well, I’m not behind with these. Technically, I wasn’t supposed to have these graded until next week, but I guess I can stay ahead of the game now.”
She sat down on the couch. “Now? What happened? Things go south bet
ween you and Harrison?”
I massaged my temples with my fingers. I hated thinking about him and what happened between us. I felt like he played me for a fool and I just wanted to shove these past few weeks out of my mind, but no matter how hard I tried to bury it, the sickening feeling always floated back to the top of my mind like a helium balloon.
“Carina?”
I exhaled disappointment into the air. I looked at Freya’s face full on concern. She was my oldest friend and I knew she would be the only one that would understand.
“He was a fucking cop. An undercover cop.”
“Seriously?” Freya asked.
I slowly nodded. “He was sent to get details on my family so he could put them away for all the illegal stuff they are involved in. I was just his way to get closer to the family. He played me, Freya. He fucking played me like a goddamned flute.”
Her mouth went slack. Her eyes widened as if she was trying to see the whole world at once.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.” I tucked my knees against my chest and locked my arms around them to keep them in place. “He’s an undercover cop and he was sent to take them down. I would have been the reason my family went to jail.”
“Wow. I can’t believe it. Did you tell your parents?”
“What? Are you crazy? I didn’t tell them anything.”
“Don’t you think you should?”
“Why? Just so they can get pissed at me and worry about something else? I already told them that I don’t want anything to do with their business and then you want me to say, ‘oh, and by the way, I was dating this guy who happens to be an undercover cop and he was using me to get information about you guys so you all could go to prison. Sorry.’”
She chuckled. “Yeah, that might not have gone so well.”
“You think? Anyway, after he told me that he was an undercover cop, I refused to speak to him again. And I didn’t talk to you all because I didn’t want to feel like a more like an idiot. I mean, I feel that way regardless, but I just think that I would be even worse once you all found out. I can’t believe how stupid I was”
