Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 86823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
“Witnesses say that they saw you leave with Zachary Taylor at nine P.M. on Wednesday night. We found him dead a little after ten P.M. that same night. You mean to tell me you managed to get into a fight with some random other person during that very small time frame?”
She smirked and flipped her long, blonde hair over her shoulder. “Dewey, remember who you’re talking to. There’s not a lot that I can’t do. It’s not that hard for me to find trouble when my dad is the president of the Bloody Royals.”
Dewey clenched his jaw, knowing that he wasn’t going to hear what he wanted from her. She either side-swiped the question or she gave a very evasive answer. It was very clear that this wasn’t her first rodeo with law enforcement.
He suddenly reached forward and grabbed her, pushing her against the car. He yanked her arms behind her back, cuffing her wrists. Nicholas went to step forward but halted in his tracks when the other officers got out of their cars. “Katie Holland, you are under arrest for grand theft auto, assaulting an officer, and criminal trespassing.”
She cursed loudly. “You bastards,” she seethed, anger gleaming in her eyes as he moved her to the backseat. “I’ll get off just as easily as I did last time. You just fucking watch, Dewey.” She stepped up to him so their chests were touching, her eyes narrowed at him. That madness was swirling in her gaze again, and I fucking craved it. “And when I do, your ass is the first one I’m coming to see.” Her eyes glared at the officers standing around her. They recoiled slightly at the deadly gleam in her eyes. “Then, you bastards are fucking next, do you hear what I’m saying?”
Dewey shoved her into the back of the squad car. I looked at Nicholas when the door was shut behind her. “Does this happen a lot?”
He shrugged, sighing. “It used to be about once a week. It cooled down for a minute there. We were all waiting for when we would see her get shoved into the back of one of those cars again. Three weeks is too long for her to go without getting into some kind of trouble.”
I frowned as I looked back at the car. If she was getting arrested that much, it meant one of two things.
One, she wasn’t being protected like the other members, or two, someone kept continuously setting her up.
I glanced at Nicholas, that bad feeling settling in the pit of my stomach again. Somehow, I knew he had everything to do with Katie Holland being on a first-name basis with every cop in this town.
5
Katie
I glared at Sheriff Dewey as he filled out the necessary paperwork for me to be put into a holding cell.
Dewey had a sick obsession with watching me sit in jail for a couple of days, suffering in silence, even though he knew that the judge would release me with only a few hours of community service as punishment, if I even got that.
My dad had his fingers dug into many pies, and lots of those pies consisted of being in the pockets of government officials.
And the judge over our county? He owed the Bloody Royals MC his life.
The man had needed help a few years ago, and like so many others, he turned to my dad for help. He owed my dad and the club a lot for saving his life. The Bloody Royals lived by a code: if someone saves your life, you owe them yours. And we expected everyone to honor that same code.
So, the judge promised he would spend the rest of his life making sure none of us sat in jail for an extended period of time. The man knew where he stood with the club, and he wouldn’t dare cross us. He knew the Bloody Royals wouldn’t hesitate to make him go permanently silent.
“Are you almost fucking done?” I asked, wiggling around in my chair. My ass was beginning to get sore, not to mention my arms were falling asleep. “My arms are getting cramped.”
He smirked at me, but there wasn’t a hint of amusement in his eyes. I knew he was one person in this county who wouldn’t miss me if I disappeared completely. “You just hate the fact that I manage to get you almost every single time, don’t you?”
I laughed. He had me on old shit – shit the judge would completely ignore with basically a slap on the wrist. “Keep on, Dewey,” I taunted.
He just rolled his eyes at me and continued with his paperwork. I rolled my eyes toward the ceiling, crinkling my nose at it. It desperately needed a good cleaning. Guess the city was running low on funds.
My mind trailed to Travis, and I clenched my jaw in frustration. Why the fuck was I thinking about him? He was the last person that I needed to be thinking about. Yet, the man and the way he made me feel weren’t easily leaving my mind. Travis sure knew his way around a woman’s body. He knew where to touch, how to touch, and the perfect pace to give a woman ultimate satisfaction.