The Wild Wolf Pup (Zoe's Rescue Zoo #9)(48)

We round the corner, and I clear my throat, making my presence known to my men as my eyes zero in on the only one of the five that didn’t belong to me.

“What the fuck is he doing here?”

“He came to pay us a visit, crying he had information for us before the police showed up,” Riggs says, using his fingers to mimic a gun pointed at Ronan Summers, and pulls the imaginary trigger.

Summers was the father of the little shit that tried to rape my girl. He’s a gambling junkie that hooked up with the Corrupt Bastards MC and some online gambling site they had. When he couldn’t pay he offered up his son, Brandon, the Bastards sent Brandon in to get close to Lacey. The cocksucker decided he would take things a little further and tried getting inside my Lace.

Depending on who you ask, Brandon is lucky to be living, some might argue he’s better off dead being as he’s permanently deaf and fucked mentally from the brain injury. I would’ve preferred him dead and buried but then Lacey wouldn’t have been able to get him to drop the charges.

Yeah, like I said, lucky to be living.

Skeptically, I stare at Ronan watching as Riggs grabs him from behind and wedges him into a headlock.

“If I find out this shit has anything to do with you,” Riggs seethes.

“Let him go,” I order, earning a glare from Riggs.

This isn’t the first time Ronan has showed his face around the clubhouse spewing nonsense about having information we might be interested in. We never pay him any mind though, send the fucker on his way figuring he’s looking for a handout. Usually he cries that Brandon’s medical bills are choking him but he’s a degenerate gambler and a fucking liar too. I like my money in my pocket just as every one of my brothers.

However, this shit with Brantley came out of nowhere and maybe it’s time someone listened to what this fuck has to say.

Ronan’s eyes were wide with fear as they settled on me.

“Why,” he stammers as his eyes move nervously around the cell choosing Wolf to hide behind. “Don’t hurt me man!”

“For crying out loud,” Wolf bellows, grabbing Ronan from behind him. “Would someone hear this little jerk-off out so he stops showing up at the clubhouse? I’d rather be locked in a cell with officer dick bag than this guy.”

“I offered to shoot him,” Riggs says.

“Why were you at the clubhouse?” I demand calmly.

“Like I’ve told you before I have information I think you might want,” he says, ducking behind Wolf again. “Maybe if you listened to me before we wouldn’t be in here.”

“Start talking,” I say, crossing my arms against my chest. I tip my chin toward Riggs and watch him grab Ronan by the back of his neck and push him forcefully against the bars.

Ronan looks over his shoulder at Riggs who shows his teeth like a feral animal, clearly Riggs was out of patience and missing his kitten.

“Well, why don’t we talk figures first?” Ronan suggested.

Riggs kicks him behind the knees and he drops to the floor.

“How about I leave your ass in jail?” I question through my teeth as I bend down to level with him.

“Times up,” Jones announces, grabbing the back of my cut and pulling me back from the bars. Standing straight, I turn my head as I hear the distinct sound of footsteps bounding down the metal stairs.

Brantley walks over to us jingling a set of keys.

“Turns out the witness said the five men he saw weren’t wearing a patch after all,” he sneers. “You’re free to go but I’d watch my back if I were any of you thugs,” Brantley warns as he unlocks the cell.

“Thanks for the advice,” Pipe replies, flipping him the bird.

“I think I’ll just stay,” Ronan offers.

Riggs kicks him in the ass.

“Move it,” he shouts behind him.

Wolf was the last to exit the cell, turning around to smile at Brantley.

“Payback’s a bitch officer and her twins name is karma. I always loved twins how ‘bout you?” Wolf laughs as he thrust his hips and humped the air. “Can’t wait for them to fuck you.”

I shove my hands inside my pockets and shrug my shoulders as I lock eyes with my enemy.

“Always a pleasure, Brantley,” I taunt before following my men.

“I’d sleep with one eye open if I were you, Petra,” Brantley calls out.

“I already do,” I reply, not bothering to turn around. I reach into my jeans and grab my phone, dial Cobra and order him to bring the cage around to the front of the station. My eyes fixate on the back of Ronan’s head as I wonder what this little shit knows, if anything at all.

Wolf grabs two handfuls of paperwork off one of the detective’s desks and throws it up in the air like confetti before we step outside.

“Did you have to?” I grunt.

“Yes, of course,” he insists. “Now let’s get the fuck out of here—” His words cut off as he collides with Riggs.

“Fucking shit! Why’d you stop walking?” Riggs questions Ronan, but the fucker was paralyzed, looking like he saw a ghost. I step around Wolf and Riggs to study Ronan’s face and follow his eyes across the parking lot to where Jack was pulling off his helmet.

Jack strode across the gravel toward the biker I was sure we’d never see again. Charlie Teardrops was one of the few surviving members of the Corrupt Bastards. After I was released from prison, Jack and I found retribution on the fucking club that sent Brandon after Lacey. We slaughtered those fucks, including their president, Boots. Charlie wore the teardrops tattooed to his face as proudly as he wore his cut. Those teardrops symbolized the murders he committed for the patch he wore on his back.