Page 2 of Finn (Dirty Misfits MC 6)
Tanner snickered. “What is with you and the police? You still mad that you got tagged and went to juvie?”
I growled. “You have no idea what the fuck you’re talking about, so can it, Meathead.”
The room fell silent until Archer spoke. “If we kill Chops, you know we run the risk of some other fucker in that crew retaliating and causing more problems for us.”
Tanner nodded. “And if we get the cops involved, we can put the whole damned club in jail and get them off the streets.”
Cole cleared his throat. “Then, if you want, I can pool together my contacts on the inside and have Chops taken care of since they won’t be able to retaliate after that.”
I shook my head. “Not you too, Cole. Come on.”
Brooks and Porter looked at each other, and it didn’t give me a good impression of what was about to happen. But, once Porter nodded his head, Brooks fell in line like the good little slut he had become.
“All right. Let’s get her on our side,” he said.
Tanner turned to me. “Finn?”
I opened the sliding glass door I had been standing at. “Not like my opinion matters to this group anyway. Do whatever the hell you want.”
I stepped outside and closed the door behind me before walking down toward the beach. I needed to get away from these meathead assholes before I punched my fist through one of their throats. I felt my anger mounting. I felt my heart surging out of control. And as my heart rate skyrocketed, I stood at the edge of the water and gazed out over the horizon.
As my mind pulled me back to memories I wanted to forget.
“Mom, what’s going on?”
She rushed to me and took me in her arms. “Let’s get you upstairs. Theres’s a lot of--.”
I shoved her away. “A lot of what? Dad? Why are all these police here?”
“Upstairs,” he said curtly. “Now.”
“No!” I exclaimed as I rushed down the hallway. “What’s going on? Why are they all out back?”
I shoved my way through the crowd and knocked a police officer on his ass trying to figure out what was happening. I smelled blood before I set foot outside, and the second my eyes laid themselves onto the scene out on the sand, I wanted to vomit.
And as I bent over, hurling up the dinner I just had with my best friend at the diner down the road, I felt the cold metal of handcuffs come down around my wrists.
“What the--Mom!” I exclaimed.
“You’re under arrest for the murder of Melody Hartman,” the officer said as he pulled me upright, “and I suggest you keep your mouth shut while I read you your rights.”
I folded my arms over my chest and closed my eyes. If I concentrated long enough, I could still smell her blood, still warm as it dripped from the lifelessness of the rest of her. Bile crept up the back of my throat. I felt like I was going to be sick. But, I swallowed it down, refusing to let the guys see me as some sort of weakling that couldn’t even handle his own damn memories.
Then, I heard footsteps behind me.
“You want to talk?” Brooks asked.
I shook my head. “Nothing to talk about.”
He sighed. “We know you don’t like cops.”
I looked up at him. “It’s not that I don’t like them. I just don’t trust them.”
He nodded. “I know.”
I turned my eyes back toward the water. “And yet, here we are.”
He placed his hand on my shoulder. “We can’t stop doing what’s best for this crew when one of our guys--.”
I shrugged off his touch. “I really wish you assholes would stop touching me.”
He turned his gaze out toward the water as well. “Some of the guys are ready to kick you, you know.”
I snickered. “Figures. Can’t handle a guy with a bit of balls around here.”
“It’s got nothing to do with that, and you know it.”
“Then, why don’t you tell me what this is actually about? Because for the life of me, all I’ve done is devote my time, my sanity, and my talent to this crew for two damn years, and what the fuck do I have to show for it?”
He slowly turned to face me and I felt his eyes drilling a hole into the profile of my face. “Maybe start by thinking about someone other than yourself for a change, and you’ll see us change around you.”
Then, I turned my head to look at him. “Then maybe, you should start with yourself. Because I’m pretty sure we got out of the predicament we were in only a few days ago because I was selfless enough to come back to the one place I told myself I’d never be ever again.”
He furrowed his brow. “What do you mean?”
I turned my back to him and started inside. “Earn my trust and stop making shitty decisions, and maybe I’ll actually feel compelled to open myself up to a bunch of guys that are ready to toss me to the wind.”
