That meant that he wasn’t too sure about everything that was going on, and might be easily convinced if he had the right incentive.
I didn’t have any FBI agents on my side yet…
Agent Moran cursed and reached over, then yanked my arms toward him, purposefully causing me pain.
That would just be one more nail in his coffin.
If he was going to do illegal shit, he needed to do it in a sneaky way so he didn’t get caught. Because all of the shit he’d done today was easily trackable. And the right lawyer would put this motherfucker out of a job…
Moran uncuffed me and tried to shove the table at me again, but I was ready this time.
My hands caught the table before it could move an inch toward me.
This time, he was the one that got the table edge to the sternum and the wind knocked out of him.
He wheezed out a breath and looked scared for a second.
“Police brutality,” I mused. “You’re the reason that people are scared of the cops, motherfucker. Too much authority, too little of a dick to back it up.”
I stood up and headed toward Shane. “If you want me to wander around finding out your secrets, that’s fine. Or you could show me the way out.”
Shane swallowed hard. “Right this way, sir.”
I followed behind Shane who looked nervously over his shoulder quite a few times before he led the way to the main lobby.
Once we were there, I saw the entire place filled with people.
News reporters—all having cameras out and microphones at the ready. My lawyer, as well as my lawyer’s father, angry as fuck and ready for battle.
And then there was my club.
Four of them filled what was left of the small lobby, and I could see even more out on the street beyond the lobby.
The only one missing was Chevy, and he was likely stuck at work in a surgery.
Reporters started screaming their questions, but it was Malone, my lawyer, who made her way up to me and said, “Let’s talk.”
I followed her outside, slapped a few of the backs of my club members as we passed, and headed for her expensive as fuck brand new Range Rover.
I got into the passenger seat, she got into the driver’s seat, and she started the car up.
She waited until the air was blowing really hard and cool before she said, “Tell me everything that happened.”
I did, minus the fact that I’d actually killed the guy’s kid.
She probably didn’t need to know that part.
She eyed me up and down when she was finished, then said, “I know you’re fine, and you probably don’t want to do it, but we need to go to the emergency room and file a report. It’s probably best to get this on record. Get your injuries recorded and make sure that we have all this documented. Do you want to pursue a case?”
“I want that guy fired, and him to never work as a law enforcement professional ever again,” I said.
“That, I can make happen,” she said. “Let’s get this all documented. Ride with me to the hospital and tell me everything that you can think of, starting with the daughter of Agent Moran.”
I did, but only after I told the Truth Tellers that I was fine and heading to the hospital so I could sue the motherfucker for all he was worth.
The Truth Tellers could use a good party with the proceeds…
It wasn’t until hours later that I realized that in all the excitement, I’d left Silver hanging.
