Page 24 of Finn (Dirty Misfits MC 6)
Shivers tingled up my spine, and not in a good way. “Yes, sir. You do that.”
After exchanging glances for a little longer than I was used to, I followed behind him straight to his captain’s office. And Captain Tyrant--which is the only name this individual shall be given--quickly informed us that there was absolutely no budget to send any additional officers on a “frivolous case with no base.”
I now saw why the chief eyed me down like he did.
However, that didn’t stop me. I reassured the chief behind closed doors that if I needed any sort of help, I’d call him directly. I mean, the captain couldn’t do anything about what people did on their own schedule, so what the fuck did he care of the chief volunteered his time to help out?
Honestly, another good cop on my side was all I needed for something like this.
“Just promise me you’ll call,” he said as we walked out of the station.
I turned and shook his hand. “You have my word that if anything happens, I’ll reach out immediately.”
He nodded. “Good. I know our captain’s a hardass with bottom lines, but he doesn’t get to dictate our free time.”
“Our, sir?”
He grinned. “Let’s just say I got a few favors with my men I could call in if things get really hairy.”
I heard Finn’s bike off in the distance. “Good to know, and thank you. I will be placing a call if I need it.”
Thankfully, the chief walked inside just as Finn pulled into the parking lot, and I made a break for my car. He fell behind me on the road as we made our way to the hotel I had booked for us, but I wondered if this was a good idea. I mean, Finn had some great points. If I stayed at the house, not only was I closer to other men who could protect me but I’d also be closer to my sister in case something happened with her. But, on the other hand, if this precinct caught wind that I was shacking up with a crew they were actively investigating, my operation could go up in smoke.
So, we checked into our respective hotel rooms and started unloading groceries.
“You feeding an army over there?” I asked.
Finn walked into his suite and talked through the wall. “I am the army as of right now. I’m the only line of defense you’ve got if shit goes down, so yes, I’m feeding myself well.”
I giggled as I unloaded the stuff he got for me. “Thanks for this, by the way. I just need some space between myself and everyone else.”
“Not used to living with other people?”
I snickered. “Not one damn bit.”
As I continued unloading groceries in silence, I wondered if I should tell Finn what I knew. On the one hand, the more space we had between us, the better. I knew how to take care of myself if anything came up. From beating down an intruder to getting out of an abduction situation to shaking a tail, I knew how to do it all, and I knew how to do it all with grace. But, it was comforting to have Finn right next door in case something happened.
I still wasn’t sure if I could handle being physically close to him again, though.
I heard a doorknob jiggle off to my right and looked over to see the locked door that separated our suites wiggling slightly. I heard Finn flipping the lock back and forth before he knocked on the door and my heart stopped in my chest. Did I let him in? Did I let him have free reign over my domain?
“Come on, Sloane. Open up,” he said.
He kept knocking as I put up the last of my groceries, but when I walked over to the door I didn’t flip the lock for him.
“Finn?”
He paused. “Yeah?”
I leaned against the door. “Is it too much to ask for a bit of privacy?”
“Sloane, I have to have access to you, and without a key to your room I can’t get inside.”
I closed my eyes. “What if I gave you a key, then?”
“What?”
I snickered. “If I gave you a key, do you promise only to use it in emergencies? A girl’s gotta have her privacy, you know.”
He pondered my question for a while before he answered. “Are you sure about this?”
I rushed over to where the billfold of keys was and slipped the extra one I had out of the small brochure I was given. I walked back over to the door and slid the key beneath it, answering his question with my actions. He groaned before I heard him snatch the key up and I could tell that he wasn’t happy.
He also didn’t fight me on it, though, which was a nice improvement.
“If I think anything is wrong at all,” he glowered.
