Page 61 of Protected by the Biker (Grim Reaper MC)
First, he drove to the bank in plain clothes. I ducked down in the front seat, keeping a clean eye on him as he walked into the bank with nothing. Almost twenty minutes later, he came out with a small tote bag and with a vigilant eye, he surveyed the area before he climbed into his car and sped away.
I accelerated on the gas and trailed him as he left that location and headed to the next one. I wanted to do my best to stay involved with the entire investigation of the Dellucci family. I bit back a doubt that crossed through my mind. Even if I did find evidence that he was working with the Dellucci’s, I wasn’t sure what I would do with that information. I knew that my feelings for Carina were growing and because of that, I didn’t know how I wanted to approach the situation. I desperately wanted to keep her safe, and keep her away from the investigation however, I didn’t want to dismantle her family. At the same time, I didn’t want my job compromised and allow myself to get placed in a position where I would never be able to work another day in the Chicago police department. For the last few years of my life, law enforcement was all I knew. Fuck, I really had gotten myself deep, hadn’t I?
Finally, Mason arrived at a small building on south side Chicago. He sat in his car for a few minutes with the engine running idle. It wasn’t until another man approached him with a loaded pistol that he got out of his car. The gun wasn’t drawn on him, but the guy had it in his hand as if he was prepared to use it if he had to. I stayed low in my seat, watching every mirror just in case somebody tried to sneak up on me. I had a registered .357 right at my disposal and I wasn’t afraid to use it if I had to. Mason climbed out of his car and followed the man into the back of the small building. Fuck. There was no way for me to get into the building without being seen.
I waited for thirty-minutes until Mason came out empty handed with a smile on his face like he had just pulled off the biggest caper known to man. With my eyes narrowed, I watched him get into his car and drive away. What are you into, Mason?
I put my car in drive, then followed him to his next spot. He ended up back at his home, fifteen minutes away. I watched him walk into his house from my position in the middle of his block. I needed to get to the bottom of all of this. And the only way, was to confront Mason. Face to face. I waited fifteen minutes before I called him.
“Mason? I need to talk to you.”
“Got damn it, Harrison. I just got home.”
“I can come to you, it’s not a big deal.”
“Shit.” He paused. “Alright, just come on. How long will it take you?”
“Maybe ten minutes.”
“Alright.”
I hung up the phone and sunk into my front seat so I could wait until the allotted time went by. I thought about all the things that could go wrong when I confronted him. If he really was in deep with the Dellucci’s there is no telling what he would do to make sure his cover wasn’t blown. I felt like we had been friends long enough for him to tell me the truth without consequence, but something as big as this, I wasn’t sure. I knew something was up, and I had to get to the bottom of it. Even if I wasn’t going to do anything about it right now, I knew that whoever found this out after me wouldn’t hesitate to pull the trigger. After ten minutes went by, I put my car in drive and parked in front of Mason’s house.
I looked around his neighborhood for a few minutes before I got out my car and walked to his front door. Dogs barked inside the house as soon as I rang the bell. I heard grumbling from inside his home. Minutes later, the front door unlocked and swung open. He stood on the other side in a wife beater. His stomach protruded beneath that like he had swallowed a bowling ball.
“What brings you over here?” he asked, peering at me from behind the door.
“I just need to talk.”
He sucked his teeth and after a few moments passed by, he pushed the door open. “Alright, let’s talk.”
When I got into his home, I heard his dogs barking in the backyard. There was a small mess in the living room. His clothing was tossed onto the couch and scattered around on the floor. A few dog toys were in the corner of the room and the faint, but evident smell of animals, lingered in the air. I stood still and waited for him to offer me a place to sit. He walked by me and scooped some clothing off the couch,
“Sorry bout’ the mess. I wasn’t expecting company.” He tossed the clothing to the floor. “You want something to drink?”
“No, I’m good.”
I quickly examined the couch before I took a seat. Mason plopped down in a recliner and propped his feet up. A college sports game played on the television as the dogs barking calmed in the backyard. “Damn mutts,” he said, adjusting himself in the seat until he found a comfortable spot. “I only got them because the kids love them. If it wasn’t for that, they would be at the fucking pound.” He grunted, then looked towards me. “So, what brings you over here in my neck of the woods?” Awkward silence permeated between us.
“What are you into, Mason?” I finally questioned.
He looked at me as the announcer mentioned the touchdown that the home team had just scored. The whites of his eyes were jaundice and it looked as though he hadn’t slept a full night in a few days. Bags made his eyes puffy and swollen and his beard was unkempt more than usual.
“What am I into?” he repeated my question. “Shit, I am into a lot of shit. I like S&M, but my fucking ex-wife hates the shit. I’m also into getting fed when I’m–”
“No, Mason. No. I am not talking about your fucking sex life. Jesus, man, I asked you what you are into and the first thing you mention to me is your fucking sex life?”
“Well, shit, that is the first place my mind went. You asked me a fucking broad ass question, so I don’t know. What the fuck do you want me to say? What am I into?”
I took a deep breath. The cold steel of my weapon pressed against the side of my body as I scooted forward to the edge of the couch cushion.
“I saw you, Mason.” His eyebrows furrowed as I continued. “I saw you talk with Nico Dellucci that day after I spoke with you in the park. Since then, I trailed you to a few spots just to see if you were doing anything that indicated you were in business with them.” I could see the worry spread onto his face like a rash. His eyes bounced back and forth around the room like ping-pong balls, looked at one thing and quickly moving to the next.
“Just shoot straight, Mason. I need to know what the fuck is going on.”
His feet shook
nervously as they were propped up on the recliner.
“Damn it, Harrison. Damn it.” He exhaled and put his hands over his face. “I just needed some extra money. I mean, I wasn’t making enough to support an ex-wife and three fucking kids. I saw a chance to make some easy money. An extra couple thousand dollars a week, you know? That shit comes in handy when I am trying to pay a fucking mortgage, you know? That’s all this shit was about. I watch them when they transport drugs so that no other cop steps in on their shit. I move money for them. I just handle some of the legwork when it comes to transporting and then they wire money into an offshore account. That’s it.”
“Fuck.” I stood up and paced the room.
“Damn it, Harrison. What are you going to do with this shit? You’re not going to rat me out, are you? I know you’re working the case and I had a feeling you would start snooping in my direction. I need this money though, Harrison. I need it and I can’t let you come between that.”
I turned towards him as he sat on the recliner, watching my every move. “I’m off the case. O’Malley pulled me because I compromised it.”
“Compromised?”
“Yeah. I got too attached to Tony Dellucci’s daughter.”
“Carina? Oh, yeah. She is beautiful. Shit, if I was her age, I would give her a run. But wait, you’re really off the case?”
“Yeah. He pulled me and suspended me in the process. I’m not even allowed to show my face at the precinct.”
“What?” He scratched his head. “Then why the fuck are you doing police work, Harrison? What the fuck is this all about?”
I took a deep breath and walked to the window on the side of the house. The dogs ran back and forth, growling at each other as they were immersed in a chase between the two.
“I don’t know, Mason. The crazy thing is that I think I am doing this to protect her. To protect Carina and her family. I started dating her, but then I found out that she was a part of the Dellucci family. I didn’t know it before hand and after that, it compromised my ability to do my job.”
