Rider could smell when someone had a hard-on for the Souls.
And this woman reeked of brewing trouble.
“You can’t congregate here.”
Rider arched his eyebrow while Texas chuckled at his side. “A new law we’re not aware of, Officer Fielding?”
“Don’t get smart with me, Marinos.”
Amused, Rider kept his face straight as he watched her, losing her cool so quickly.
“We’re shopping for Valentine’s Day.” Piped Capone, thickening his accent. His Sergeant at Arms was barking up the wrong tree if he thought his smolder shit would help. The female looked like she wanted to throw the cuffs on them all.
Glancing behind her, Rider locked a stare with the sheriff. Timmons had always been a fair cop, fairer than the last sheriff who’d been a crooked cunt. They’d worked together to rid their city of the Bratva invasion, but Rider was in no doubt that Timmons wasn’t a cop who would turn a blind eye. Mostly, he left the Souls alone because Charlie knew Rider took care of the town. He watched the other man sigh, switched the engine off, and he climbed from the vehicle.
“You know, the day of amor.” Capone winked at her.
“You got something to say, Officer?” Rider asked.
“There’s been a spree of car thefts in the area.”
“And? You want my help? I retired my Batman cape.”
She turned red in the face, both hands resting on her gun belt.
Rider wondered if Timmons knew he had a loose cannon on his team. One who was taking backhanders from the crooked mayor. The betting was he didn’t. Unless Rider and his gut instincts were wrong, Charlie had no idea. If her petty bullshit continued, he would have to drop that piece of info into the right ears.
“I wanna know if you had anything to do with it.”
All three men laughed.
“Damn, Prez. Can’t even buy a box of chocolates without being accused of crimes.” Texas said. “What next? Waterboarded for buying flowers?”
“Someone saw your boys hanging around a dealership right before it got hit.”
Rider smirked at her accusation. Lying bitch. He knew she was lying because stealing cars wasn’t his deal. It was Luxe’s. And she was smart enough never to get caught.
“That’s enough, Fielding.” Timmon’s spoke as he approached, irritation in his tone. She spun around to face her superior. “But…”
“I said e-fucking-nough. Get back in the car.”
“This is shit.” She spat, facing Rider. “You won’t always have people to hide behind.”
“I don’t hide,” he supplied, tonelessly. “I don’t steal cars either.”
She stormed off and slammed the car door after climbing inside.
Rider lifted a brow to Timmons, who sighed again and rubbed the back of his neck. “I don’t take kindly to being fuckin’ accosted on the street when we’re doing shit but standing here, Charlie.” And went on. “We know nothing about car thefts.”
“I know,” Charlie replied.
“She’s got it in for us.”
“I know that too.” Timmons proved his salt when he added with an intelligent, unwavering stare. “Long as you’re not doing shit you’re not supposed to, and you’ll be fine.”
Texas laughed, amused, and then sobered. “Maybe you need to put leashes on your kids, Sheriff. Officer Eager there has pulled my wife over more than once this month for bullshit reasons. It happens again; I’ll put in a complaint to your department.”
The irritation was apparent on the sheriff’s face. Was he fed up with her crap too? Interesting. It was something for Rider to think about later. Sofia wasn’t the top priority for him unless she got in his way.
When the sheriff took off, they watched them pull away before Capone asked, “do we need to put someone on her?”
“Not yet. She’s not that important.”
“She’s taking the woman scorned bit all the way, isn’t she?” The cultured voice came from Texas. “Maybe Arson’s dick wasn’t as magical as he thought.”
All three men laughed.
They split off and climbed onto their Harley’s.
Rider had a wedding this month. Finally, he’d get a ring on his Zara’s hand.
And he was dealing with his uncle too.
He didn’t have the time or effort to add a third fucking spoke into his plans.
The petty cop would wait.
And she’d find it was a stupid blunder if she continued to mess with the Souls.
THREE
“What bride doesn’t have a secret?” - Gia
Wedding: T-minus 18 days.
“If you don’t keep still, she’s going to stick you in the ass.” Warned Gia.
Standing on a podium, Zara turned a withering glance over her shoulder to her sister-in-law and closest friend. The dressmaker was busily pinning her wedding dress around the waist. She’d lost weight in the last few months, so now had to have the dress taken in again.
Who would have known wedding nerves would make the festive pounds melt off her?
She wasn’t scared of marriage.
The moment she proposed to Rider, she’d wanted it more than anything else. But over the last year of preparations, it seemed to grow and grow. Even though they’d decided on a small intimate ceremony, only inviting their closest family and friends, they now had bikers and their old ladies coming in from all around the country.
It was understandably big news about Rider getting hitched, and all his chapters wanted to be there. He not only ran the mother chapter of the Renegade Souls, but he was also the central man of the entire MC; of course, they’d want to come to see him taking an old lady.
But she wouldn’t be lying if she admitted to feeling a little overwhelmed as it grew daily.
“You looks beautiful.” Gia beamed before Zara climbed down
