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When we finally got back tothe clubhouse, the cops were dragging people into the back of cars. “What’s going on?” Cole snapped at an officer, playing stupid like he didn’t know what had just happened on our grounds.
“Well, apparently, your crew took it upon themselves to kill and hospitalize people. You want to join them in prison?” the officer snapped back at Cole.
Cole looked around, his face morphing into shock. It was sincere shock, too. No doubt about it, the cops would make sure we never stepped foot on the clubhouse property ever again. There were a good twenty people lying dead on the ground. Blood was everywhere.
Cole sighed and looked over at Lisa—the FBI agent that was the mother of Drake’s oldest daughter. She walked over to us, a sad look on her face. “Cole, some of them will be locked up for a long time,” she told him sadly. “I’m going to do what I can to get as many released as I can, but it’s not going to be easy.”
He nodded, sighing. “I know. How is this going to affect me and Amelia?” he asked her.
“You’ll be pulled in for questioning, but Drake told me to pull some strings to make sure you two don’t go inside for this, especially since you two weren’t at the shooting.”
Cole nodded and stepped into the clubhouse, heading to our room. He set me in the wheelchair and grabbed a duffel bag. “We’ll have to stay in a motel for a while until we find out what they’re going to do with the clubhouse,” he told me.
I sighed. “I figured as much,” I muttered.
Our whole world was now completely flipped upside down, and we couldn’t do anything about it. The good news was that the DM problem was dealt with, but at the same time, ninety-nine percent of our club members just got locked up.
He packed clothes for both of us and then pushed me outside to his truck. Lisa and a cop walked up to us as Cole was helping me into his truck.
“Where were you at the time of the shooting?” Lisa asked us, seeming a little annoyed at the cop standing with her.
“We went into the woods to fuck,” Cole bluntly told her. I scowled at Cole, but he sent me a smirk. “We didn’t hear the shooting going on. We were pretty deep in. Amelia likes it kinky.”
She nodded, writing it down. “Can I get you both to sign?” she asked, holding out a clipboard.
Cole and I signed our names to the piece of paper. “Can I talk to my dad and mom before they go?” Cole asked Lisa.
She nodded, and Cole asked her to stay with me while he talked to them. She looked at me. “It’s just you and Cole for a while, huh?” she asked.
I sighed, nodding. “It seems that way. At least this way, the baby will be safe for a while.”
She nodded. “They won’t come after you guys with it just being you and Cole. Besides, knowing Drake, he’ll put protection on you two just to be sure that you two are protected since the rest of your crew is gone except for what’s up there with him.”
My eyes widened at her. “You know?” I asked her, arching an eyebrow at her.
She nodded. “Olivia is up there with him at the moment. He got an ear full when I found out she was in danger, but he protected her. I’m driving up there later today to make sure for myself and to meet this Holly girl. She’s messing with what’s mine,” she muttered at the end.
I smirked at her. “Still hung up over him?” I asked.
She laughed a little. “Honey, Drake and I have this on-again-off-again thing going on. He’s been messing around with Holly though, and I’m not okay with that.”
I smiled at her. “If it makes you feel any better, when he first found Holly again, he was ready to end her life.”
Lisa smiled a little. “Okay. I have to admit, that does make me feel a bit better.”
I laughed lightly. Cole came back over and kissed me. “Come on. We need to get going. Mom’s about to throw one of her bitch-fits, and I don’t want to be here when she does.”
He gave a nod to Lisa in thanks and slid into the driver’s seat of the truck. When we got to the motel, Drake and Carlos were sitting in the parking lot waiting for us. Cole leaned out of his truck window, arching an eyebrow at the two men. “What are you two doing in town?” Cole asked them.
“Lisa told me you two were out here alone, and she thinks you could use some protection, so we rode down here to force you to follow us up to our clubhouse. So, let’s go,” Drake said, not giving either of us room to argue with him. He had made up his mind, and that was that.
Cole sighed and leaned back in the seat. “Alright. It’s better than spending what money I have left after all of Amelia’s hospital stays,” he retorted, turning the truck back on.
I glared at him, and he smirked at me. I sighed, rolling my eyes. Leave it to Cole to say something like that.
He leaned over and kissed me. “I love you, baby.”