by Nicole Fox
Danny, barely a teenager at the time, had just nodded at his father's words. He didn't like the cops back then anymore than he did now. Back then, if they'd thrown him a holding tank, he'd have just lost his freedom. But, now he had even more to lose if he went to jail, especially with the baby on the way.
Instead of struggling against the cops, like he would have any other aggressor, he thought back to the words Thorn had told him years before: “You're your biggest, toughest enemy.”
Keeping himself in check took everything he had, but he gritted his teeth and let the cops wrap his wrists up behind him, tightening the metal handcuffs down over his wrists. He struggled against his urges, kept them down, bottled up.
A big, plain-clothes detective came over, a notebook in hand. He was a few years older than Danny, and his suit didn't exactly fit well. “You Danny Reynolds?” he asked as he came over.
Danny peered up at him through eyes so narrow, they might as well have been closed. “Who's asking?”
“Detective Thurman,” he said. “We got a tip off you Fallen Knights boys are running all sorts of stuff through here. And that you're one of the owners.”
That was ridiculous. Even if they were, no one at the Fallen Knights would even try to pull that kind of thing off. All their money was wrapped up in legit businesses, like Danny's pops' had been. Hell, finances were easier and less risky when you did them that way. This wasn't some kind of fucking TV show. But, ridiculous as the accusation was, Danny didn't even blink. He just stared straight back at the cop.
“We have a warrant to search the premises,” Thurman said when he didn't get a reaction from Danny.
“Then I suggest you go ahead and do your job.”
The detective continued to look at him, sizing him up. He wouldn't see any kind of deception there, not intentional deception, at least. Mainly because there wasn't any. But, cops see what cops want to see.
Danny didn't waiver.
The detective nodded, a quick little gesture, and turned to the deputies. “Uncuff him.”
“But, detective -” one of the deputies started to say.
“I said uncuff him,” Thurman barked.
The deputy nodded quickly and started to fumble for the keys. After a second of looking, he got behind Danny's back and started to unlock them.
“No reason we should have any animosity on this,” the detective explained.
Danny grunted. He knew enough to not say a word or to appear too curious. They'd only find clean books, a clean backroom, and all their taxes, licenses, and the building code up to snuff. He got up off his knees, thinking about something the detective had said.
“Detective?” Danny asked as he rubbed his wrists.
“Yeah?”
“One question, then I'll let you get back to work.”
The detective nodded.
“You said I'm one of the owners of this place?”
“That's what the warrant says.” He handed over the paperwork to Danny. “That not accurate?”
Danny shook his head as he looked through the legal gobbledygook in his hand. “No. I'm just listed as a manager.” He went to hand the warrant back to the detective.
The detective shook his head. “That's yours.”
No one outside the club would have known that he was a part-owner. Or, someone very close to the club. Something about this didn't make sense.
Free Jackals had to be behind this. But, why would the Jackals call the cops? The unspoken rule was that you never involved the cops on rivalries. Not like this. This was a cardinal sin, as far as Danny was concerned.
But, who in the Jackals knew about his connection to the bar? He didn't know any of those guys. Maybe they'd gotten the info from Jed?
But, no, that didn't seem right, either. Jed had been gone for so long. He didn't know more about recent goings-on inside the club than any outsider would.
He peered back down at the warrant, at the accusations there.
One thing was for sure, though.
Whoever had given the cops the fake tip-off had just fucking declared war.
Chapter Thirty-One
Sara
The air was electric, like before a thunderstorm, as Danny paced up and down in Sara's living room. He was a caged tiger just waiting to get out, his muscles coiled and tight, and, just like a thunderstorm, she was keenly aware that she could be in danger, too, just by being in his vicinity.
“Fuck those motherfuckers!” he screamed, punching a wall. The vein at his temple stood out and his face looked like a giant beet, his skin was so red. He looked like he was one step away from a heart attack.
Sara flinched, even though he was on the other side of the room from the couch she was seated on. She'd never done well with outbursts like this, even when they weren't directed at her.
Thunderstorms don't care, she realized. They just blow in, cause havoc, knock some trees down, and move onto the next place. That's what his anger was like. Wild, dangerous, unpredictable.
She remained seated on the couch, a million thoughts running through her mind of how bad of a decision she'd made when she'd decided to stick with Danny. She was pregnant, after all, and she had to think of the baby. But, what kind of child would she be having? What world was she bringing it into? And what kind of man was the father?
“We're going to tear those fucking cocksuckers apart,” he seethed, his eyes ablaze with hate and pure anger. It rolled off him in waves, seemingly setting the whole world around him on fire.
She'd seen this look before, on her mother's face. Quentin hadn't come through on his package, so mother dearest was out of luck when the time came to restocking her supply. She'd been furious like this, too. Pacing the room, throwing dishes, lamps, and anything else she could get her hands on. She'd stand in the bathroom and throw them against the tiled back wall so they'd break into the bathtub. At least Sara didn't have to scramble to sweep up all over the place.
“Never,” Danny screamed as kicked the wall and knocked a hole in the drywall, “ever bring the cops into this kind of shit! That's the rule!”
Sara flinched again, slowly blinked her eyes. Well, it wasn't like she was going to get the security deposit back from Martin, anyways. Of course, she doubted she'd be able to get him to come and repair the damage. What landlord in their right mind would?
Was this what she'd signed up for, though? Having a baby with a man who was getting the cops called on him? Who threatening violence in her living room? This was entirely too real, entirely too dangerous. What had she been thinking? Was the money that important? Were her burgeoning feelings for him important?
Absently, she reached down and touched her belly, thought of the child growing inside her. His child. Her child. This behavior, though, this kicking and screaming, the threats of violence on other people - this was too much for her. Penny had been right the first go round, back in her office's break room. Sara didn't want this. She did want something better. And “better” might mean away from Danny.
“First Jed? Now the fucking bar?” Danny turned toward her, his hands balled into fists at his side. He clenched and unclenched them as he ground his teeth. “I'm going to settle this shit with them once and for all. I'm going to end this.”
That didn't sound good. She needed to do something, say something. Anything to get him to calm down.
“Danny?” she asked, her voice even and quiet.
“What?” he yelled back.
“You,” she began, trying to keep voice even, “need to bring it down a notch.” She couldn't keep the acting up for long, though, and her voice started to crack and waiver. “This is really freaking me out. You are really freaking me out. This is getting way out of hand. This shit between you and the Jackals. I don't like it, and I don't think I can handle any more.”
“Don't you get it?” he yelled. He pointed to the door, but she knew he meant the whole outside world. “These guys are coming after us! They're trying to take our lives away! Trying to hurt the club an
d my family! This is about fucking revenge now!”
She turned her head and closed her eyes as she put a hand out in front of her. She could feel the tears welling up in her eyes, threatening to come out. “I don't care. The way you're acting is upsetting me.”
“I thought you understood what I was like! What this world was like!”
She finally snapped. “If this is what it's like,” she screamed back, “then I don't want to be part of it.”
“Nothing's changed!” He stepped closer to her, his voice lower, but still full of pure, palpable rage.
She turned her head to the side and wiped the beginning of a tear from her eye. “It has, too,” she whispered.
He stabbed at the air in front of her with a finger. “No, Sara,” Danny said, his voice even but intense. “This is my life. I thought you knew that when you agreed to this deal. If you didn't like it, you shouldn't have said you were in. But now that shit's real, you're turning tail and running away.”
“No,” Sara said, her voice cracking as the tears began to come. She had to tell him how she felt. She had to tell him how strong her feelings were for him. Maybe then, he'd actually listen and call off this crazy cycle of revenge. “Look, I -”
“Fuck this,” Danny interjected, clearly not wanting to hear what she had to say. He turned away from her and headed for the door. “I have to go. The guys need to hear about this shit.”
He was out the door, slamming it behind him, before Sara could even get up from the couch to try and stop him.
Tears streamed down her face. Dammit. What had she been thinking getting wrapped up in this shit with him? Here she was, shackled to this man by not just the baby growing in her belly, but the feelings growing in her heart.
She got up and began to follow his same pacing routine, her arms crossed over her chest and hugging her sides.
He was such an asshole! With his screaming, his punching and kicking!
She stopped. What really upset her, she realized, was that she was worried about him. Worried about what kind of calamity he was going to bring down on his own head. Not because she wouldn't get paid if something happened to him, but because she didn't want to see any harm come to him. Not just as the father of her child, but as her lover and companion.
Her face went blank as a thought struck her.
She might actually be falling in love with this guy. Falling in love with more than just the sex, or how good he felt in her arms.
Fuck.
This was more, much more than just a physical attraction, and the emotions she was feeling terrified her.
She didn't have time to think much about how she felt, though, since Danny came back and knocked urgently on her apartment door. Pounded, almost.
She smiled to herself, despite how upset she was, and wiped the remaining tears from her reddened eyes. They were probably all puffed up and almost shut from the all the crying, but she would worry about that later. What was most important, she realized, was his coming back to her. His coming back to, hopefully, help her figure this out.
There was one strange thing, though. She hadn't heard his bike come rumbling back up to the front of the apartments. Over the last few weeks, she'd learned to recognized his bike out of all the other vehicles that passed by. Normally, she would have heard him coming from a mile away.
She didn't worry about not hearing his bike, though. She'd probably just been too wrapped up in her own tears to notice his arrival.
Sara went to the door and opened it without even looking through the keyhole.
Danny shoved his way through, throwing her back against the wall as he bum-rushed his way in.
“What the fuck, Danny?” she nearly screamed as he slammed the door shut behind him. And, that was when she realized Danny hadn't been the man outside. Far from it.
Instead, there loomed over her a giant she'd never seen before. He was solid, too, with no extra fat on his massive frame. He wore an MC vest just like Danny, but the colors were all wrong, different from the Fallen Knights.
“Hello, hello, little Sara,” the man said with a grin through his thick beard. He peered out at her with bloodshot eyes full of loathing and hate. Those eyes were pure malice, the type that belonged to a man who would kick a dog without a moment's hesitation or afterthought.
“Wh-who the fuck are you?” Sara asked as he stalked back and forth, her voice quivering. She didn't know where Danny was, or who this man might be, but she knew in the pit of her stomach that this wasn't good. This wasn't good at all.
“I'm one of Danny's old friends,” he sneered. “Doesn't he ever talk about me? Mention me around the dinner table? Or do I not warrant any appreciation?”
She shook her head. “You-you're not one of the Fallen Knights. You're one of those Jackals, aren't you?”
“Got it in one,” he said and laughed, his voice a little crazed-sounding, like what she'd expect to hear in the psych ward on a Saturday night . . . not in her own living room. It was surreal to have that kind of world invade her own.
Her blood ran cold. She glanced from him to the door and back again. She had to get out of here.
“Don't even think about it, little Missy,” he said, wagging his finger “no” at her. “You and me, we're gonna go for a drive. A nice, long drive down memory lane, so Danny can see just how serious I am.”
Sara had never been one to listen to other people’s advice. Penny could attest to that. She lunged for the door, despite his warning.
He was fast as a rattler, and snatched her wrist before she could even get close to the door knob. He gripped her tight and yanked her wrists up and over her head.
She winced and cried out, pain shooting through her.
“Told you not to go for it!” he shouted. “Didn't I? No one ever listens! Now, stop, before I really get pissed, you little bitch!”
She had to think of the baby, had to think of the consequences for the child she was carrying. She stopped struggling and tried to bring her breathing back down to a normal rate.
“Good girl,” he said, his voice quieter now. He towered over her, dwarfing her with his size. “Think your man is going to come help you? Going to come save you on his white horse?”
“He'll come for me. He'll find me.”
“See, I bet he won't. Not for a while, at least. He's gotta get that shining armor all polished up, after all.”
“You'll regret this,” she said. “He'll find me. Then, he's going to find you asshole. He's going to find you and finish this.”
“Really? You think so?” he asked, a genuinely perplexed look coming over his bearded, gnarled face. “Cause the asshole ain't found me yet, and him and his whole crew been looking for fucking weeks now. Guess we're gonna find out . . . ain't we?”
Chapter Thirty-Two
Danny
After his meeting with the rest of the Fallen Knights, Danny rode back to Sara's place. He was still pissed off, mainly at the Free Jackals, but he realized in the last hour that he was redirecting his anger onto her. And she didn't deserve that. He felt just like his father, a man who could lose control at any moment.
Of course Sara wasn't ready for this kind of thing. Who would be? She wasn't a biker, and hadn't ever been some other biker's ol' lady, before. Shit, he'd kicked a fucking hole in her wall like some raging asshole. He probably terrified her with his outburst. He'd be lucky if she'd see him again. Ever.
And, honestly, he wouldn't have been able to blame her if she didn't.
He pulled up in front of his place and got off his bike. Her lights were still on, just like when he'd left. He was hoping she was awake still, and that maybe they could talk things out after their argument. Of course, he had more than just relationship patching to do. He had a hole in the dry wall to fix, too. But that could wait till morning.
He headed up the little walkway, past the poorly landscaped flowerbeds, and went to her front door.
Something was off. Her front door was slightly ajar. He walked up and called her n
ame.
No answer.
“Sara?” he called again.
Still nothing.
He suddenly felt like vomiting. Where was she? What the fuck was going on? He pushed open her door and went inside. This wasn't like her.
Her apartment was empty, just like he'd feared it would be. He stalked though her rooms, calling her name, despite the fact that there weren't many places she could have disappeared to in the small one bedroom unit.
“Maybe she just went out with Penny?” he said aloud to the empty living room. “Or to find a job?” He shook his head. That was ridiculous. The evening was late, and she hadn't mentioned any interviews. He couldn't think of where else she'd be, though.
