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Authors: Evelyn Glass
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tromped about the room, and two voices snarled curse words under their breath. Bishop immediately stormed out of the office, brows lowered and fists clenched. He set his shoulders as he advanced on Agent Holmes, ignoring the cocking of guns as he approached her.
“What's this about, Miss Holmes?” Then Bishop's eyes caught sight of the officers poking around the choppers. Instant rage flared through his thoughts, his muscles flexing as he barely sucked down the urge to charge at them. Turning to Agent Holmes, he jabbed a finger toward the snooping officers and snarled venomously, “And what the hell are they doing?”
“Mr. Bishop, we have reason to believe two of your associates are involved in bringing illegal substances across state lines.” The woman didn't flinch under his obscenities or intense glare. Though, internally, her mind teased memories from last night to the forefront of her thoughts. Her very skin crawled with excitement to see him again. Stella squashed those feelings down as she whipped out a piece of paper from her clipboard. “We have been given a warrant to search the premises, including your motorcycles.”
Bishop snatched the paper from her hands, glaring at the official letter head and professional wording. His thoughts scrambled to make sense of the situation. Howler and Crow were being fingered for transporting snort. The cops got a search warrant to nose about the premises. Bishop knew his business housed nothing illegal, but the officers needed a damn good reason to poke around Howler and Crow. Bishop had the utmost confidence that his men wouldn't introduce drugs into their community, though.
Stella watched as his eyes skimmed over the paper. A cold guilt pinched at her insides. This was the break she wanted, the lead that could break the case wide open. However, the woman was beginning to think the Seven Tribesmen were innocent. There had been nothing until the tip line call to tie the Seven Tribesmen to the cocaine ring.
Maybe she was compromised. Maybe she was shoving justice aside for the sake of a rather enjoyable lay. The agent shook the thought from her head.
The man lowered the paper, a thin smile stretched over his lips. “Well, if you want to waste time and energ y‒ ”
“Agent Holmes, ma'am, we got something!”
Stella strode over to the men while Bishop turned slowly to the hogs. Two of the officers held tightly to drug-sniffing hounds who seemed to be going crazy over two bikes. More specifically, they were going crazy over Howler's hog and Crow's chopper. A lump coalesced in Bishop's throat, and a sickness clenched in his stomach. Officers started to snatch bags off the cycles, going through every pocket and overturning the contents onto the ground. His blood ran cold when he saw vials filled with white powder clatter from two bedrolls.
“Let go of me!” Howler's enraged snarl echoed through the air, drowning out the excited yips of the canine unit. Bishop spun around, catching sight of his two men being escorted by the elbows by four officers. The coppers wasted no time when it came to invading the second floor of the garage's office. Howler struggled against the vice-like grips, spitting and howling, “I didn't do anything!”
Crow, far less excitable than his companion, turned dark brown eyes to Bishop. Across the distance, the man furrowed his eyebrows and asked, “Boss, what's going on?”
Bishop's mouth ran dry. He didn't have an answer for his brother bikers. It didn't matter. Seconds later, the men were shoved into the back of a cruiser. Bishop's fingers clenched and unclenched. The edges of his sight tinged red as rage and anger flurried beneath his thoughts.
“Fucking Stella didn't end in your favor, Bishop,” a vaguely familiar voice growled from behind Bishop.
The biker turned around, rage splitting through his thoughts. Anger at what happened to his men, rage at the planted crack,
“What's this about, Miss Holmes?” Then Bishop's eyes caught sight of the officers poking around the choppers. Instant rage flared through his thoughts, his muscles flexing as he barely sucked down the urge to charge at them. Turning to Agent Holmes, he jabbed a finger toward the snooping officers and snarled venomously, “And what the hell are they doing?”
“Mr. Bishop, we have reason to believe two of your associates are involved in bringing illegal substances across state lines.” The woman didn't flinch under his obscenities or intense glare. Though, internally, her mind teased memories from last night to the forefront of her thoughts. Her very skin crawled with excitement to see him again. Stella squashed those feelings down as she whipped out a piece of paper from her clipboard. “We have been given a warrant to search the premises, including your motorcycles.”
Bishop snatched the paper from her hands, glaring at the official letter head and professional wording. His thoughts scrambled to make sense of the situation. Howler and Crow were being fingered for transporting snort. The cops got a search warrant to nose about the premises. Bishop knew his business housed nothing illegal, but the officers needed a damn good reason to poke around Howler and Crow. Bishop had the utmost confidence that his men wouldn't introduce drugs into their community, though.
Stella watched as his eyes skimmed over the paper. A cold guilt pinched at her insides. This was the break she wanted, the lead that could break the case wide open. However, the woman was beginning to think the Seven Tribesmen were innocent. There had been nothing until the tip line call to tie the Seven Tribesmen to the cocaine ring.
Maybe she was compromised. Maybe she was shoving justice aside for the sake of a rather enjoyable lay. The agent shook the thought from her head.
The man lowered the paper, a thin smile stretched over his lips. “Well, if you want to waste time and energ y‒ ”
“Agent Holmes, ma'am, we got something!”
Stella strode over to the men while Bishop turned slowly to the hogs. Two of the officers held tightly to drug-sniffing hounds who seemed to be going crazy over two bikes. More specifically, they were going crazy over Howler's hog and Crow's chopper. A lump coalesced in Bishop's throat, and a sickness clenched in his stomach. Officers started to snatch bags off the cycles, going through every pocket and overturning the contents onto the ground. His blood ran cold when he saw vials filled with white powder clatter from two bedrolls.
“Let go of me!” Howler's enraged snarl echoed through the air, drowning out the excited yips of the canine unit. Bishop spun around, catching sight of his two men being escorted by the elbows by four officers. The coppers wasted no time when it came to invading the second floor of the garage's office. Howler struggled against the vice-like grips, spitting and howling, “I didn't do anything!”
Crow, far less excitable than his companion, turned dark brown eyes to Bishop. Across the distance, the man furrowed his eyebrows and asked, “Boss, what's going on?”
Bishop's mouth ran dry. He didn't have an answer for his brother bikers. It didn't matter. Seconds later, the men were shoved into the back of a cruiser. Bishop's fingers clenched and unclenched. The edges of his sight tinged red as rage and anger flurried beneath his thoughts.
“Fucking Stella didn't end in your favor, Bishop,” a vaguely familiar voice growled from behind Bishop.
The biker turned around, rage splitting through his thoughts. Anger at what happened to his men, rage at the planted crack,
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