Secret Mayhem (Back Down Devil MC #4)(5)

“Want to bring him back to life?” Shay asked. “Untangle those panties in your * right now and shut up.”

“Oh shit,” Jace managed to say as Erik stood up.

Shay did the same.

The men stared each other down.

“Come on,” Griffin said. “This proves nothing.”

“Guys, sit down,” Nate said.

“Fuck him,” Erik said. “He’s hiding something. The way he shot that guy…”

“Watch your mouth,” Shay said. “I don’t care how f*cked up your face is, I’ll make it worse.”

Erik kicked his chair back and Shay started after him. Just as the two met at the back of the table, the doors to the room exploded open.

Chief Jerry stood in the doorway, black aviator sunglasses on his face, a shotgun in his hands. He pumped the weapon and pointed it right at Shay. One thing Shay didn’t do was submit to anyone. He’d rather have his chest blown out than put his hands up, especially for law enforcement.

“Gentlemen,” Chief Jerry said. “How goes the evening?”

“You alone?” Miller asked.

“Got two squad cars outside with me. Looks bad enough I didn’t clear the clubhouse and arrest most of you for something.”

“Why are you holding a f*cking shotgun to me?” Shay asked.

“Because you need to come with me. You’re under arrest.”

“For what?” Gaige asked.

“Wait a goddamn second,” Miller said. “Jerry, will you put the gun down? None of us are holding our weapons.”

“Not even me,” Blaine said. He showed his hands. “I’m not touching my gun or my cock.”

Chief Jerry lowered the shotgun and engaged the safety. He swung his foot and kicked the door shut. He took off his sunglasses and tucked them into his shirt.

“You really don’t need sunglasses this late, do you?” Shay asked.

The chief walked over to Shay and swung the ass of the gun, hitting him in the gut. Shay groaned and bent over. Everyone lunged, but Miller called them off. Shay put a hand out and nodded.

“Yeah,” he said. “I deserved that. Sure.” He stood back up and took a breath. “So why am I being arrested?”

“Anonymous tip came in,” Jerry said. “You blew up a car tonight, Shay.”

“Like hell he did,” Nate said.

“What’s that?” Jerry asked. “You know something about it?”

“Christ,” Gaige said.

“Everyone get the hell out of here,” Miller yelled. “Everyone but Gaige, Nate, and Shay.”

“Good call,” Chief Jerry said. “Make this a little more private and cozy for us.” As the guys piled out, the chief then added, “Oh, and if anyone tries to leave the clubhouse, the cars out front have been instructed to arrest. If you resist arrest, you get shot.”

The door shut again and Shay stood with fists at his sides. Miller walked along the table and leaned against it, crossing his arms.

“Jerry, what the hell is this?” he asked.

“The heat is on me,” Jerry said. “You don’t get it, Miller.”

“How’s your kid?” Gaige asked.

“Getting big,” Jerry said. “Home, where he belongs. Looks more like his mother every day. The wife wants to have another. I’m on the fence about it, but the sex is fantastic.”

Miller laughed. “Good for you, Chief.”

“What if your boy was in a car and it blew up?” Gaige asked.

“Gaige…,” Shay said.

Chief Jerry charged at Gaige, lifting the shotgun to his heart. “Say that again and I’ll f*cking shoot you.”

Gaige put his hands up. “Hey, I’m on your side. You know that. We had nothing to do with that car blowing up. There’s… there’s someone causing problems around here…”

“Same guy who tried to kill Shay,” Miller said. “Same guy that blew up that car at Wooley’s and killed Jack.”

“Bomb squad said they were unrelated,” Jerry said.

“Get a better bomb squad then,” Shay said. “Someone is after us. After me. We took care of one. There’s one left.”

“And he just struck a deal with Eight Under,” Gaige said.

“To show his power, he blew up that car tonight,” Miller said.

“I was front row for it,” Jerry said. “I heard it over the phone when I was talking to Gaige.”

“Yeah, well, it wasn’t pretty,” Shay said. “Considering I had my f*cking head in the car and trunk a minute or two before it happened.”

“Which is why I’m here,” Chief Jerry said.

He gently put the shotgun on the table and reached into his pocket. He unfolded a piece of paper.

“This was sent to us,” he said. “Thankfully it came to my secretary first. She saw it and hurried to call me. For Christ’s sake, guys, I have the poor woman believing that I’m part of some federal undercover bullshit. That if anything comes up with any local MC’s, it has to be kept secret and sent to me.”

“That’s good thinking,” Miller said. “That’s why you get paid the big bucks.”