Page 55 of Loyal
“You need to get here, man,” Tiny hisses, setting me on edge.
“What’s wrong?”
“Cops are here and shit’s hitting the fan,” he mutters.
“I’m on my way.” I hang up on him and grab my jacket as I head out the door.
I make the fifteen-minute drive in six.
The prospect manning the gate lets me roll through, and I come to a stop next to the other bikes. There are ten cop cars, and people are roaming around the grounds.
What the fuck?
Happy’s leaning against the clubhouse, ankles crossed like nothing is wrong.
“What the hell is happening?”
“Raid,” he says cheerfully.
I shake my head. “Dude, you know that’s not a good thing, right?”
“It will pass.”
I rub my hand over my face. “Why are they here?”
“They got a report that minors are on the premises and consuming alcohol,” Dex says as he steps out of the building.
“That’s bullshit,” I hiss.
The serving alcohol part. Yeah, we have minors who come and go, but they are kids of brothers, and they are only here when their parents are. Not just random kids.
“I agree,” Dex says.
“Any idea who called it in?”
“A disgruntled ex is what Officer Martin told me.” Dex raises a brow.
Fuck. Fuck.Fuck.
He doesn’t have to spell it out for me. I already know.
Billy Abrahams.
Sure, it could be one of the guys’ ex-girlfriends trying to cause trouble, but I just know it’s him. Dude doesn’t know when to stop.
After two hours the cops start to clear out, pissed off after finding nothing.
“Church,” Savage snaps when the gate closes.
We all filter into the chapel and take our respective seats.
“What the fuck was that?” he asks, simmering in anger.
Dex clears his throat. “Officer Martin pulled me aside. He said that it was a disgruntled ex trying to cause problems. They knew it would be bullshit before they even left the station, but they wanted to use it as a chance to search.”
“How long has he been on our payroll?”
“Two years,” Dex tells him.
