The Lies Between Us (The Devil's Dust #4)(48)

“I agree. I would have snapped, too, if I cared about someone enough to get jealous over,” Kane states, sitting on a barstool.

“THE COPS ARE HERE!” Dolly screams, running through the club.

“Fuck,” I mutter, standing up straight. Bull throws open the kitchen doors, Shadow right behind him. Bobby runs into the main area from the hallway.

“Everything clean?” Bull asks.

“I’ll do a sweep,” Kane replies, walking away.

It’s not unusual that we get a random search warrant, but it kind of sucks when we get one after a party.

“Fucking get out!” Kane yells from down the hall. I step away from the bar and see Kane escorting two girls out the back door of the club.

“You’re an ass!” one sneers.

Kane shakes his head and slams the door in their faces.

“Couple girls who are wanted, apparently,” Kane informs. I give a slight nod and turn to Bull.

“Probably prostitution,” Bull explains.

“We’re clean.”

Two men with blue windbreakers and loaded shotguns walk in and step to the side. Then Stevin walks in. My face falls and my heart slams against my chest in a slow, tortuous rhythm. These aren’t cops, they’re FBI.

“What. The. Fuck?” Bull growls and I swallow. Today might be the last day I breathe air. I thought Stevin was bluffing when he said he’d come after the club himself, but I guess not.

“Well, well, well. The Devil’s Dust. Long time, no see, huh?” Stevin smiles that f*cking Cheshire grin of his.

“Oh, wait. Except for you, Lip. We’ve spoken fairly recently, haven’t we?” Stevin chuckles, swiping his hands through his hair. My nostrils flare with anger. He knows what he’s doing—he’s stamping my death certificate.

All the brothers turn their head toward me with concerning looks. Fuck.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Shadow growls. I tilt my head back and thumb my fingers in my belt loops.

“Oh, Lip here has been a real sport. Very cooperative with the FBI,” Stevin lies. I step forward and one of Stevin’s men jumps in front of him.

“You’re a f*cking liar, and a coward,” I snarl, pointing at his face with vengeance. Kane grabs me by the shoulder and pulls backward.

“Easy, brother,” he whispers.

Stevin twirls his finger in the air. “Clean it. I want any dirt you can find,” Stevin demands, his tone serious. “If there’s a f*cking Lysol can being used unlawfully, I wanna know!”

I trail my gaze from Stevin to Bull. His eyes are a shade darker and squinted with anger. Shadow’s hands are balled in fists, and Bobby has his arms crossed across his chest. They’re pissed. I don’t blame them. As many rats as we’ve had in the club over the years, I bet I look guilty as sin.

“What the hell is he talking about, man?” Kane whispers. The agents pull everyone from the rooms, and what women they were with, whether they were dressed or not. The Ghost Riders do not look pleased.

My feet are suddenly kicked apart, and my arms are yanked out. I pull from the agents’ grip, turning to push them off me. Without warning, two agents walk up behind me and slam me face-first onto the bar, while another checks me.

“Everyone’s clean!” the agent behind me yells.

“Perimeter is clean,” one of Stevin’s men announces, walking through the kitchen doors.

Stevin shakes his head, an evil smirk fitting his face.

“Ah, you Devil’s Dust are tricky-tricky.” He pins me with a serious glare before trailing it to Shadow. “I’ll be back. You can count on that.”

Stevin sneers, stepping toe-to-toe with me.

“If you’re done here, get the f*ck out,” I demand, my jaw clenched. Kane clamps his hand down on my shoulder. It’s a good thing it’s there; it’s grounding me, reminding me to keep calm. Stevin turns his head, his eyes finding mine.

“Let’s go, boys!” Stevin hollers.

As soon as they exit, Shadow stomps toward me and slams his fist in my gut. I fall to my knees, coughing and gasping for air. “You f*cking traitor!” Shadow roars.

“It’s not what you think,” I wheeze. Shadow doesn’t hear it, though; he rears his foot back ready to drive into my chest, but I dodge it. I grab his boot and twist it, causing him to lose his balance and fall to the floor.

I stumble to my feet and grab Shadow by the neck, pulling him back up. Growling with a fury so deep my throat bleeds, I ram my shoulder into his body, slamming him against the club wall. Frames and shit fall to the floor. I pound my fist into his mouth then drive my other hand into his gut.

Shadow clocks me in the side of the head hard, and I stumble back.

Bull steps between us and raises a hand to both of us, stopping our brawl. Huffing and puffing, I point at Shadow who’s bending over at the waist, his lip busted open from where I hit him.

“Fuck,” I pant, trying to catch my breath. My head splices with a sudden pain. I touch my forehead next to my eyebrow, finding blood.

“Did you talk to him about anything dealing with the club?” Bull questions.

“No,” I seethe.

“Then what the f*ck is that prick talking about?” Bull asks. I thumb the blood dripping from my brow and look off.