squeezing her hand underneath the table. “I’m glad you were able to see this side of the MC after everything that’s happened. We’re like one big family. It seems most of our troubles stem from that since when someone messes with one of us, they mess with the whole MC, but we aren’t about to change the way we are.”
“No, and I wouldn’t want you to.”
Flint sighed and stretched his long legs. “Today has been just about perfect. Having you here with me, along with my brothers and the rest of the crew. Good company, good food, good music, and good beer. I couldn’t ask for anything else. I’m truly a blessed man. This is the happiest I’ve been in a long time.”
Kendra laid her head on his shoulder. A few of the crew had already drunk way too much whiskey and had wandered outside. They were dancing their best version of an Irish jig around a big oak tree in the front yard. She heard Myrtle yell at one of the men to stop fooling around and get back inside before he hurt himself. When he didn’t, Myrtle stormed out of the house, grabbed his arm, and dragged him back in.
Life was pretty good.
She could definitely get used to this.
CHAPTER NINE
“O h shit!” Flint said suddenly. He let Kendra’s hand go and jumped up from the bench.
“What is it?” she asked in alarm.
A police car slid quietly into the driveway and stopped. Two police officers stepped out of the car and walked down the hill toward the house. Flint’s heart leaped into his throat.
Jesus Christ! Please don’t let them be here for Kendra.
His worst fucking nightmare was coming true.
Again.
Flint hurried outside to greet the officers, with Kendra following right behind him. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Jesse moving their way, too. Flint suspected Jesse was probably thinking the exact same thing he was, along with the rest of the crew. That the police had found out about the Liberators. He only hoped to God they didn’t know about Kendra’s involvement.
Flint put on his calmest, most professional lawyer face. “Evening officers,” he said politely. “What’s going on? Is there a problem? We might’ve gotten a little loud with the music, but we’ll turn it down if someone called in a complaint. We’re about ready to send everyone home anyway. We’ll call it a night.”
By this time, a crowd had come out of the house and gathered silently behind him. No one said a word. Miraculously, even the drunk guys seemed to have sobered up instantly. Amazing how the sudden appearance of the police could do that.
“We’re not here about the party,” the officer replied. “We’re here looking for Jesse Mason,” he said.
Jesse stepped forward beside Flint. “I’m Jesse Mason,” he replied. “What can I do for you?”
The second officer pulled out a pair of handcuffs from his back pocket. “Jesse Mason, you’re under arrest for the murder of Leah Andrews.”
“What???” Flint and Jesse both yelled in shock at the same time. In every scenario either could have imagined, being arrested for Leah’s murder wasn’t one of them.
The officer pulled Jesse’s hands behind his back and slipped on the handcuffs. “You have the right to remain silent,” he began. “Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.”
“This is crazy!” Jesse yelled. “I would never hurt Leah in a million years. It was those goddamned Liberators. They killed her! Not me. Motherfuckers!” Jesse struggled with the police officer.
“Jesse!” Flint warned. “Goddammit! Be quiet!”
“You have the right to an attorney,” the officer continued as if he didn’t hear Jesse. “If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you. Do you understand the rights I have just read to you? With these rights in mind, do you wish to speak to me?”
“Fuck no! I don’t wish to speak to you.”
Flint moved toward Jesse, and the officer held up his hand to stop him.
“Back away, son,” he ordered.
“No, and I wouldn’t want you to.”
Flint sighed and stretched his long legs. “Today has been just about perfect. Having you here with me, along with my brothers and the rest of the crew. Good company, good food, good music, and good beer. I couldn’t ask for anything else. I’m truly a blessed man. This is the happiest I’ve been in a long time.”
Kendra laid her head on his shoulder. A few of the crew had already drunk way too much whiskey and had wandered outside. They were dancing their best version of an Irish jig around a big oak tree in the front yard. She heard Myrtle yell at one of the men to stop fooling around and get back inside before he hurt himself. When he didn’t, Myrtle stormed out of the house, grabbed his arm, and dragged him back in.
Life was pretty good.
She could definitely get used to this.
CHAPTER NINE
“O h shit!” Flint said suddenly. He let Kendra’s hand go and jumped up from the bench.
“What is it?” she asked in alarm.
A police car slid quietly into the driveway and stopped. Two police officers stepped out of the car and walked down the hill toward the house. Flint’s heart leaped into his throat.
Jesus Christ! Please don’t let them be here for Kendra.
His worst fucking nightmare was coming true.
Again.
Flint hurried outside to greet the officers, with Kendra following right behind him. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Jesse moving their way, too. Flint suspected Jesse was probably thinking the exact same thing he was, along with the rest of the crew. That the police had found out about the Liberators. He only hoped to God they didn’t know about Kendra’s involvement.
Flint put on his calmest, most professional lawyer face. “Evening officers,” he said politely. “What’s going on? Is there a problem? We might’ve gotten a little loud with the music, but we’ll turn it down if someone called in a complaint. We’re about ready to send everyone home anyway. We’ll call it a night.”
By this time, a crowd had come out of the house and gathered silently behind him. No one said a word. Miraculously, even the drunk guys seemed to have sobered up instantly. Amazing how the sudden appearance of the police could do that.
“We’re not here about the party,” the officer replied. “We’re here looking for Jesse Mason,” he said.
Jesse stepped forward beside Flint. “I’m Jesse Mason,” he replied. “What can I do for you?”
The second officer pulled out a pair of handcuffs from his back pocket. “Jesse Mason, you’re under arrest for the murder of Leah Andrews.”
“What???” Flint and Jesse both yelled in shock at the same time. In every scenario either could have imagined, being arrested for Leah’s murder wasn’t one of them.
The officer pulled Jesse’s hands behind his back and slipped on the handcuffs. “You have the right to remain silent,” he began. “Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.”
“This is crazy!” Jesse yelled. “I would never hurt Leah in a million years. It was those goddamned Liberators. They killed her! Not me. Motherfuckers!” Jesse struggled with the police officer.
“Jesse!” Flint warned. “Goddammit! Be quiet!”
“You have the right to an attorney,” the officer continued as if he didn’t hear Jesse. “If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you. Do you understand the rights I have just read to you? With these rights in mind, do you wish to speak to me?”
“Fuck no! I don’t wish to speak to you.”
Flint moved toward Jesse, and the officer held up his hand to stop him.
“Back away, son,” he ordered.
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