Tension filled the room.
Colt glared at Zip but said nothing.
“You hungry?” I asked Colt.
“I could eat,” he admitted.
I fixed him a plate of scrambled eggs and bacon that Darcy had made in bulk with Rachel’s help. The kids were currently outside, playing in the sunshine with Captain. The girls were out there with them, but I hadn’t yet seen Joni.
“Fuck, boys,” Boxer said, glancing out the window. “Looks like we’ve got trouble.”
I frowned in confusion. No one was reaching for a pistol, so I knew it wasn’t Iron Horsemen trouble.
A few minutes later, there was a knock on the front door of the clubhouse.
Boxer opened the door. “Sheriff Valenti, to what do we owe the pleasure of your visit?”
Ice chilled my veins as I saw the sheriff standing with his deputy and another officer, and three squad cars parked at the front of the clubhouse.
“We have warrants for arrest. For discharging firearms in a public space and within city limits.” He read off the legal names of Acid, Zip, Boxer, Reap, and Colt.
Torque and Gray stood by, their gazes alert as we watched the other Blue Angels get cuffed and shuffled to the squad cars.
Colt’s gaze met mine, but then slid to Gray who nodded. I tried to step forward, wanting to go to Colt, wanting to say something to him, but Gray’s hand on my arm stopped me. It wouldn’t be prudent to say anything in front of the Sheriff. Colt and I were committed, but we weren’t yet married.
And just like that, they were gone.
It wasn’t until I heard the squad cars peel out of the gravel lot before I was steady enough to ask, “What the hell just happened? I thought Sheriff Valenti was on our payroll.”
“He is. But the Iron Horsemen went above the Sheriff and paid off the mayor,” Gray stated. “That’s the only reason our boys are in cuffs.”
“How do you know that?” I demanded.
“Not our first rodeo,” Gray replied.
“What do we do now?” I asked, trying to stem the flow of panic. I’d just watched Colt being carted off to jail. Was this the first time of many to come? I didn’t want to think about it.
“We call Vance, the club lawyer,” Torque said.
“And we get Knight and his boys back here,” Gray said. “Because most of our club is in lockup and we don’t have the manpower to defend our shit if the Iron Horsemen show up.”
“Guess it’s a good thing you and I didn’t go to the park that day,” Torque said with a grimace. “Otherwise we’d be locked up too.”
Gray scratched his beard. “Gotta get the women and children to the cabins.”
“Cabins?” I asked. “What cabins?”
“Colt didn’t tell you about the cabins?” Gray’s eyes pinned me, his brow furrowed.
I shook my head.
Gray and Torque exchanged another look.
“The club has cabins in the Kisatchie National Forest in Louisiana. About six hours from here. So if shit ever hit the fan…”
“This is shit hitting the fan, isn’t it?” I asked.
Gray nodded.