Page 12 of Finn (Dirty Misfits MC 6)
She ripped the door open. “What are you protecting me from? You guys have nothing to do with this, right?”
Shit. “Summer wants me on your ass. She’s worried something will happen to you, and I don’t blame her. These Black Flags fuckers are ruthless.”
“They usually are, yep.”
She unlocked her car. “Do they know about this place?”
I shook my head as I got into the passenger seat of her car. “Nope.”
She dropped down into her own seat. “And you’re sure about that?”
I nodded. “Very sure.”
She jammed her keys into the ignition. “As sure as you were about the warehouse?”
I chewed on the inside of my cheek. “Just crank the damn engine and let’s get this over with.”
She did as I asked, but then she turned to face me. “I know more than you think I do. I know you guys aren’t sure what you do and don’t know. I know you’re not really working with the police, but I’m letting it slide for now because I don’t want my sister to watch some guy she had a kid with be carted off to jail. But, I need you to understand that whatever gatekeeping shit they’ve put you up to, it won’t work. If you guys are in over your head, I will figure it out. If you guys have done anything worth being arrested for, I will arrest you. All of you. Even if it pisses my sister off.”
I stared into her eyes. “And just so you know, I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you alive. Even if it means compromising your job in the process.”
Her eyes danced between mine before she started backing the car out of the driveway. “At least we understand one another, then.”
No, we didn’t understand each other at all.
And I had no plans on changing that anytime soon.
Six
Sloane
I tried not to steal peeks of Finn as he sat in my passenger seat. He smelled like oak trees and summertime, and somehow it reminded me of the few good things that came out of my childhood. His disheveled brown hair hung just above his boyish blue eyes, giving him a childlike flair to the deep frown that curved itself along his face.
I wondered what he dealt with that carved such a deep cavern into his skin.
I knew he was only here to keep an eye on me, and that annoyed me. I was officially working with the very people I threw behind bars almost every day of my life and I could’ve killed my own sister for putting me in this position. I love my sister, don’t get me wrong, but she always used our shitty childhood as an excuse to do shitty things.
And it made me furious.
“You gonna drive any faster than this?” Finn asked.
I furrowed my brow. “You mean, break the law and go over the speed limit?”
He snickered. “People do at least five over all the time and never get clocked.”
I shrugged. “They’ve never zoomed past me doing five over, then.”
“You’re a detective. You don’t sit in a car all damn day with a speed gun out the window.”
“And you’re a punk little kid who rides a motorcycle. You shouldn’t be committing criminal acts just to stay afloat.”
He chuckled. “You think you know me so well.”
I decided to peek over at him and give him a nice read so he knew exactly what he was dealing with. “I know your childhood was shit.”
He scoffed. “Everyone’s childhood is shit.”
I turned my eyes back toward the road. “I know that your family’s dead.”
He didn’t say anything, so I continued.
“I also know that you didn’t repair things with them before they died.”
He clicked his tongue. “Anything else, Crystal Ball?”
I shrugged. “That depends, do you want me to keep going? Because you might not like what I have to say.”
When he didn’t respond back, I took that as my cue that I had one-upped him. At least for now. And that was good because I needed him to shut up. I needed to think, and I couldn’t do that with people yapping around me all the damned time like the idiot men in my precinct.
I wanted to ask Finn if he enjoyed playing the mysterious bad boy role, but I held my tongue. He reminded me of the guys I ran with when I was younger and rebelling against my parents that I blamed for making my sister run away. He also reminded me of the one bad boy I decided to trust with my heart at the tender age of fifteen.
You know, before he shat on it and set the damned thing on fire.
“We’re here,” I said as I pulled into the parking lot of the police station.
Finn unbuckled his seatbelt. “Great. Let’s make this quick.”
I parked the car. “Uh, what the hell are you doing?”
He looked over at me. “Coming inside with you.”
