Page 25 of Finn (Dirty Misfits MC 6)
“I know, I know,” I said breathlessly, “and if you think something is wrong, feel free to use it.”
I wanted to tell him about what the hell was going on, I really did. But, the smallest part of me still wasn’t sure that I could trust him. Plus, the protocols that came with an operation like this had to be adhered to by the strictest standards if we were all going to get out of this with the Black Flags in handcuffs. And in that right, I couldn't imagine talking to him about the details of an active and ongoing investigation.
Plus, he was still part of a fucking gang.
“Shit,” I whispered.
“What was that?” Finn asked.
I shook my head as I walked over to the coffee maker. “Just me cursing beneath my breath.”
“Why?” he asked quickly.
“Uh, because I’m a grownup and that’s what we do?”
When he didn’t respond, my thoughts quickly turned to all of those underage girls and how this guy named Chops and his little misfit crew or whatever were using them. It made me sick to think about. The one thing I knew for certain, however, was that I needed to get Summer the hell out of this place and take her and Cheyenne far, far away until this entire case was settled.
The only issue was Tanner.
Because I knew damned good and well he wouldn’t abandon his crew to go with them.
Maybe if I bust Chops, I can somehow take them down, too.
Seeing Tanner behind bars for the shady shit he had done with this crew brought a smile to my face. If Summer didn’t want to save herself, then I could go about this another way. But, that required a very long and harsh talk with my sister. I slid my cell phone out of my pocket and made my way into the master suite where I flopped onto the bed and calmed myself with the ebbing of the ocean waves just beyond the sliding patio glass.
Then, I called my sister and attempted to do my worst.
“Sloane! When the hell are you and Finn getting back? We need to talk,” she said.
I shot upright and lowered my voice, not wanting to startle the man in the room next to me. “Talk? What's wrong? Has something happened?”
She sighed heavily. “The guys are talking about you and Finn staying in a hotel. Is that true?”
I closed my eyes. “There are just some things that have come up, and for many reasons I feel like it’s better if Finn and I are separated from you guys. That’s all.”
She paused. “This is me you’re talking to, Sloane. I know when you’re lying and I know when something’s up. You know something about this case, don’t you?”
I stood and walked over to the patio door. “I can’t talk about a case I’m working on. You know this.”
“Oh, cut the bullshit, you idiot. I brought you here so you could keep us filled in and you know that.”
I shrugged. “Not my problem that you underestimated how dedicated I was to doing this right.”
“You tell me what you know so that me and this crew can protect ourselves, or so help me God--.”
My voice grew harsh. “Summer, do you know what happens if a judge somewhere has figured out that I was talking about this case to a fucking rival crew? Huh? Do you know what they do to that kind of shit in court?”
I didn’t give her time to answer before anger flew from my lips.
“They throw them out, that’s what. Which means that the shit you’re putting yourself through, and me, and you’re fucking goddamn daughter--.”
“You leave Cheyenne out of this,” she growled.”
“No,” I said as my voice raised, “for once, you listen to me. You might be big sister and all that shit, but I’m the only cop for hours that believes you when it comes to the Black Flags. I’m your last line of defense. Your last line of hope. And I’m not doing anything to compromise this investigation or it’s integrity because you chose to stand on the wrong side of the line.”
She scoffed. “The wrong side of--do you even hear yourself!?”
I chewed on the inside of my lip. “Now you know how I feel about you every time I sit down and talk myself through the situation you’ve gotten yourself into. And my niece.”
“Keep Cheyenne out of your mouth.”
I growled at her. “When you start taking her safety into consideration, I will.”
She hissed at me. “And if you want any sort of a relationship with her after this is all said and done, you better start talking now.”
So, against my better judgment, I broke down and told Summer everything I knew, including the operation I wanted to run.
Which sparked yet another fight.
Eleven
Finn
I heard Sloane arguing with her sister over the phone in her room and I rolled my eyes. I backtracked into my own room and closed the door, hoping beyond all hope that I wouldn't have to listen to them bickering like small children every fucking day of the damned week. But, I didn’t even get to relish how comfortable the fucking bed in this place was before I got a text from Tanner.
