Reign (Sin City Outlaws #1)(27)

A knock sounds at the door, and I slam the drawer shut along with the memories of my mother.

“Hey, brother,” Felix greets, stepping in.

“Sup?” I jut my chin out.

“You all right?” He lifts a brow in question.

“Yeah, why?”

“You came back last night, and were just hell-bent on something. I couldn’t tell if you were angry or happy, but you were off the f*cking charts.”

I shrug, not really remembering much. “Just tired of wasting my time on shit deals. The Gentry boys getting pissed because we rejected their offer? That was some bullshit, and it ain’t over with!” I point at him, avoiding what's really bothering me. If I told him my head is spinning over a certain deputy, I’d have my balls cut off, my position as president of our club questioned entirely. That alone should be enough to stay away from some forbidden *.

“Yeah, that was messed-up. They knew better. How the hell are we going to make money on some farm trucks? They need to up their stealing game or something.” Felix laughs. I thought going into business with them boys, they had some high-end cars they were scrapping, but they didn’t. They had Ford trucks from the eighties, which were run to hell.

“They need to do something. That was petty.” I drop the towel and pick my clothes up from the floor, smelling them for cleanliness. They’ll do.

“Dude, can’t you wait to change until I get out of here? I’ve seen your dick more than I’ve seen mine, I swear.”

Shuffling into my boxers, I shrug. “That’s because mine's so big it overshadows yours.”

“Yeah, okay.” He chuckles. “All right, just checking on ya, brother. I’m around if ya need me, you know that, right?”

I give him an awkward look. “You going soft on me?”

“What? No, pretty sure you can ask that bitch you were screwing last night if I’m soft, brother.” He winks.

“I think we need to visit the Gentrys, show them what the hell happens when you shoot at some Outlaws,” I suggest, my hands aching to spill some blood, my chest thumping at the thought of violence. I sigh in relief—finally a familiar feeling surfacing. Violence, maybe that’s what has me so twisted. I need to spill some blood, get revenge. The rush I get from it has become an addiction. One I can satisfy easily.

“Sounds like a great idea to me. Tomorrow?” A menacing smile crosses his face, as an evil grin passes mine.





SIX





JILLIAN


A few days later

Coming out of the locker room at work, I run into Deputy Needon and some others. They all stop laughing and look my way.

“Oh, everyone stop what you’re doing. Wouldn’t want to commit a crime in front of our newest deputy,” Orlando taunts. They all laugh, and one of the girls I thought was a friend giggles loudly.

“What the hell?” I sneer.

“Oh, nothing, Rookie. Just letting our fellow deputies know that our newest little girl on the squad is hell-bent on not breaking any rules.” He points at Deputy Greg suddenly. “You better pick up that tissue, maggot, or Deputy Adams will have your head!”

Leaning my head back slightly, I purse my lips and glare at him.

“You’re such an *.” Everyone stops laughing, and Orlando pins me with a serious look.

Pushing past him, I glare at all of them.

“Oh, come on, Adams, you know you don’t have to be a bitch just because I turned you down. You know more than anyone that rules are rules.”

I stop in my tracks and look over my shoulder. That is not how that played out and he knows it. Everyone seems to look away, not wanting to witness what is about to happen.

I want to punch him. I want to manhandle his ass.

“Right,” I mutter, my anger flowing through me like wildfire.

Hazing. Who knew a f*cking sheriff’s department would have it.

I get in my squad car, my breathing harsh and violent, my hands aching to hurt something or someone. I’m so sick of being called a little girl, mocked for doing my job.

***

The sun is hot, and the calls have been coming in left and right. At least I don’t have a partner anymore.

“5Paul69, we got a call about a disturbance. Caller said she heard yelling, possible gunshots.”

“5Paul69, copy that. Send me the address.”

“5Paul69, affirmative.”

Glancing at my MDT, I look the address over and my eyes widen. It’s the place the party was at the other night. Shit!

Flipping on my lights, I turn my cruiser around and fly that way.

“5Paul69, do you have any other information?”

“Caller said she saw a couple of motorcycles, but wasn’t sure if they were passing by or leaving the premises.” Fuck. Fuck!

“5Paul69, copy.”

I hit my siren, trying to get traffic to clear. The traffic so thick my car is practically crawling. Once I’m outside the city limits, I shove my foot to the floor, reaching 135mph trying to get there. I don’t know what I’m going to do when I get there, though. What if Zeek is there? I shake my head and lift my shoulders. If he’s there, and he's a suspect, I will take him into custody.

The house comes within sight, a couple of old pickup trucks sitting in the driveway. I race into the yard and slam the car into park.