Page 6 of Knuckles

While the chief of police hates our guts, one of his officers, a sergeant, is on our side and was waiting for Trick’s call and should be here any moment.

“I want to go home,” a little boy cries, and I lock eyes with Crash’s angry ones.

Dead, all of them are dead.

Last year, after we were all forced to put our property patches on by Chains, ready for when Cage came home, we found out the real reason why the Chargers had fought us. They attack our women and any male wearing a cut—trafficking, fuckingkidtrafficking. According to the Cartel, the fuckers are doing it on their own and now, the Cartel is after them as well.

As I said, all of them are fucking dead.

Flashing lights fill the night sky and I take a deep breath as Crash mutters, “Please don’t fucking hit a cop,” knowing I’m on edge.

I grunt a nonverbal ‘whatever’. I can’t fucking stand the cops, or more like Chief Marshalls, who has always fucking had it in for me. That could have been because his son and I got into it in high school after he said shit about fucking my mother because, of course, everyone in school knew she was a whore.

Benny was a fucking prick at one point, but he’s mellowed a lot after he went into the police force. Now he comes to my gymnearly every day to train though his father hates it because I’ll always be the punk who beat up his son.

The fucker also hates the club and the love we get from the town. If something happens, it’s the club that gets the call, and the fucker despises it.

The cop car pulls up behind our bikes. Benny climbs out of the passenger side, and I give him a head nod in respect because, as I said, there is a cop on our side. A female officer with dark brown hair tied in a neat bun climbs out of the driver’s side and frowns at the scene. Her eyes take in everything while I take her in and my body fucking hums.

Fuck me, she is gorgeous and very fuckable with all those curves that women pay thousands to have that the uniform does not hide.

My heart races at the instant pull, and my body instantly tenses at my reaction towards her, and my anger deepens as hate instantly consumes me.

No fucking way,hell no…

Benny walks over and says, “Knuckles, Crash,” but I don’t take my eyes off his partner, even as the little girl latches onto my leg at the sight of Benny. I watch, entranced, especially as the woman softens, kneels before the girl, and her deep hazel eyes assess the girl's condition.

My stomach tightens, and I swallow the lump forming.

Fuck, fuck,fuck…

“Hi sweetheart,” the woman whispers, and I grit my teeth, her voice fucking doing something to me, something I refuse to happen, yet I don’t take my eyes off her, even feeling Crash’s eyes on me.

“Hi,” the little girl chokes.

“I’m Officer Marshalls, what’s your name?” the woman says, and I instantly tense and narrow my eyes.

Officer Marshalls, as in Chief Marshalls? His daughter? Benny’s sister?

Son of a…

“Laura,” the girl whispers, and I lock eyes with Crash, who watches me like a hawk, and flinches seeing my pain and anger. I can’t seem to hide my emotions from him, the reaction that she’s having on me making me want to hate her, to get on my bike and ride away.

“Okay, Laura, I’m going to take you back to Saints Crests. Is that okay?” Officer Marshalls says softly, and the little girl nods before letting go of me and holding out her hand to the woman. Gently the woman takes her hand and as she slowly stands, our eyes meet.

She flinches seeing my cold glare while I try my fucking hardest not to fall at her feet because fuck, her eyes have innocence all fucking over them.

Breaking eye contact, I look at Benny, who is frowning as he looks between us, and I state, “The kidnappers were already gone,” and he nods in understanding, while the woman pauses and commands, “How could they already have been gone?”

“Just like I said,” I reply curtly, and she narrows her eyes at me before looking at Crash, who hasn’t said anything, then looks at her brother.

“Dad won’t be happy with that,” she says firmly, like she understands what I mean by gone, and Benny shrugs.

“Dad needs to learn when to take a step back,” he replies with a snap, and his sister flinches at his tone while I swallow my growl. The woman turns and walks away, clearly pissed at her brother's reply.

“You’re going to have to ensure she doesn’t get the shit for that, Benny, she doesn’t deserve it,” Crash states, and I scowl at the way he’s looking at the woman.

Does he know her?