Mercy (Sin City Outlaws #2)(38)

“You’re raiding my club for two people who aren’t here?” Bull continues. “How desperate are you?”

“Word is that pretty one there, who is a Deputy, killed her own father. You know anything about that?” The Deputy, rubs at his face, pointing at the photos

Bull’s head snaps up, his entire body flexing. Fuck, he knows she’s law enforcement now.

“I said I don’t know who they are,” Bull grits, laying his head amongst the garbage covering the floor.

“Right, well, word is her and lover boy were seen here.” Bull doesn’t reply.

Skeeter hunches down, gripping Bull by the hair to make him look at him. “Let me put it this way, if we find out they were here—and I will know—I am ordered to tear this club down, brick by brick.”

The Deputy grabs Skeeter by the collar shoving him back like he’s a maggot, before turning around, his hands on his hips.

“I’m truly sorry about that, he’s just excited. Now where were we? Ah, yes…” He walks over to Lip, and squats down. “If that piece of shit brother of yours turns up here, I advise you to either kick his ass to the curb, or give us a call.” I begin to sweat, nervous Lip will call us out.

“Fuck you.” Lip turns his head, breaking eye contact. My body sags with relief almost instantly.

The Deputy grabs Lip by the hair, jerking his head back. My fists clench with the urge to go down and protect him. Why? I don’t f*cking know.

“The only one who will be doing any f*cking here will be me. Fucking you in the ass when I bring your entire club in. Do you understand?”

“Let him go. We don’t know anything, *,” Bull adds.

“Let’s just say, it’s a long way back to Vegas for you, pretty boy.” He leans farther down, and I find myself lowering myself, too, trying to hear him. “And you’ll be sucking my dick all the way back to your uncle’s.” I stiffen, not sure if I heard him right. Being up here, surely I didn’t. I scratch at my chin, replaying it over in my head. If I heard it correctly, then he’s working for my uncle. Fuck, there is no way Jillian and I can leave here with them crawling around the Devil’s Dust now.

Jillian shifts her foot, the small space we’re crammed in uncomfortable. The boards rattle with her movement, and the Deputy below glances up.

I hold my breath.

My heart strikes against my chest.

Adrenaline pounding in my temples.

“Anyone check the attic?”

“Oh, no,” Jillian whispers, looking at me.

“Don’t panic. Just stay still,” I whisper.

“No, sir. I don’t think they have one,” another man hollers from the hall.

“Oh, they have one.”

Boots thud against the club’s floor, and within minutes they find the trap door.

Fuck.

Pulling the gun from my waistband, I pull the chamber back loading a bullet into the chamber.

“Follow me,” I exhale. We aren’t going out of here without a fight.





CHAPTER ELEVEN


Jillian



HE STEPS AHEAD OF ME, my chest rising and falling rapidly as my heart pounds against my chest in fear. Zeek fires his gun at the cop who tries to climb up, and he falls back. I scream. The killer that Zeek is capable of becoming at a moment’s notice rearing up at full force.

He isn’t going to let them take us without a fight.

Two more pop up in the hole, and Zeek fires his gun again. One falls back but the other continues forward, attacking Zeek like a football player. They both go through the ceiling, falling to the ground. Zeek struggles with the cop fighting to retrieve the gun. Movement catches my eyes behind me, another cop coming towards me. Grabbing my arm I punch him in the throat, causing him to fall back. Looking for a way to escape I find a small window about ten feet from where I am. Staying on the boards I walk quickly toward the window, hoping there will be something to break my fall once I climb out. As soon as my fingertips touch the windowsill, an arm is wrapped around my neck pulling me backward. Slamming my foot into the person’s knee cap he screams, falling to his ass. Taking my shot, I grip the arm that had hold of me and twist it breaking it with a loud crack.

Screams of pain ricochet through the attic as I let his arm go and look toward the window. The butt of a gun from another cop comes into my line of sight right before it strikes me in the face, knocking me to the floor.

“Goddamn, she can fight.” A voice echoes. My head throbs and I feel nauseous. I try to move my arms to fight back, but I’m too disoriented. My body is picked up like it weighs nothing, and I’m thrown over a shoulder. My head bobs as they take me down into the main area of the club. Zeek comes into focus handcuffed to the bar.

“You f*cking let her go!” he demands, he’s practically foaming at the mouth. His face is red, near purple, veins protruding on his forehead. “Take me! My uncle wants me!”

“Zeek.” I try to yell his name, but it comes out sounding weak and pitiful.

“I swear to God, I’ll f*cking kill you if you hurt her.” He yanks hard at the cuffs, and Deputy Orlando Needon chuckles. How did he get here? He’s a scumbag from my department who has been trying to get me into his bed since I started working with him. He’s a prick, and if I believed anyone was dirty in my department, it’d be him.