Havoc: A MC Romance (27 page)

I went to my office to relax and collect myself. Caleb was so fucking frustrating. He was totally right about the kiss though—it was out of this world. My ankles were still shaking just thinking about it. But I had more important things to consider, like how to make this murder stick. I went over the Black Widow and Death Merchants files to see if I had missed anything.

Moore knocked on the door and walked in. “We got the results back from the lab.”

I shut the files. “Did they find a match on that partial thumb print?”

Moore shook his head and handed me the results. No Match. I waved away Moore and tapped my forehead with a pen for ideas. My only option left was to poke holes in his alibi. Caleb said that he was at The Stinky Goat all night. Let's see what I could find there.

I pulled into the dirt lot of the Stinky Goat. It was only three in the afternoon—a little too early for drinking but the parking lot was full. This town seemed to be different than most. I walked in to find every seat filled and a haze of cigarette smoke. Didn't people have jobs? The place was beyond a shit hole, broken peanut shells covered the floor like carpet. Every step made a crunch beneath my feet. Must be the only bar in town.

I approached a couple sitting in a booth and asked if they knew Caleb Taylor. They shook their heads and I moved on. After a lot of blank stares, I went looking for the owner.

The guy behind the bar was large and looming with a face of granite. His mutton-chops didn't really match the little bit of facial hair on his chin. I squeezed my way into the bar and waved him over. “I'm looking for the owner.”

He wiped his hands with a cloth and flung it over his shoulder. “You found him.”

“You know a Caleb Taylor?”

The owner grunted and nodded, taking an empty glass and filling it with beer from the tap.

“Was he here the night before last?”

He handed me the glass of beer and I declined. The froth looked delicious but I was on on duty. “Yeah he was here along with the rest of the Black Widow MC. They were drinking and fucking all night.”

I smiled and laughed. He was obviously in with the motorcycle club. I grabbed the glass of beer and downed it. I was royally
fucked
.

I returned to the station with nothing. I could only hold Caleb for forty-eight hours and my time was running out. I had nothing to pin the murder on him and I knew that his MC was responsible. I went back to my office and pounded my head against the desk. Mendoza's card with his phone number was still sitting on the edge.

I grabbed it and dialed his number. Hopefully he had some advice on how to deal with this situation.

“Hello?” a groggy voice answered.

“Oh shit, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you. It's Emily White.”

He cleared his throat. “Nah it's fine. What can I do for you?”

I took a deep breath and explained the whole situation—the impending MC war, the murder of Garcia, and my arrest of Caleb Taylor.

“These ain't the streets of LA, Sheriff White. You don't just go and arrest one of the Presidents. The MC's rule this town. You need to learn to work with them.”

“I refuse to believe that the police have no power in this town.”

“The MC's control public opinion. If they want the town to turn on the cops then that's what will happen. Most of the folks might be scared of the bikers but they damn sure respect them.”

My head was spinning. How could all this be true? “What am I supposed to do, Mendoza?”

“It's simple, let Caleb go and forget this business about the murder. You'll never find the evidence to take them down, they're too smart and they've been playing this game a lot longer than you.”

I thanked Mendoza for the advice and hung up. I didn't want to believe him but I knew he was right. The more I pushed the MC's the harder they'd push back. If I kept going on this warpath, I'd have too many enemies to deal with. Better to make some unholy alliances and do a little bit of good.

But I still had more than twenty-four hours to keep Caleb. Better let that arrogant bastard rot for a little while longer.
His kiss still lingered on my lips. I traced my mouth with my fingertips, remembering how good it was. Caleb was such an asshole.

Ronnie was beginning to drive me fucking insane. I couldn't take anymore of him preaching about mayonnaise and hot dogs. I thought giving him some liquor would relax him but it only made it worse. He kept pissing himself and the puddle of urine was leaking over into my cell. If only I could break out of here and strangle the life out of him. I'd love to see the light leave his eyes.

Officer Johnson came down and ruined my fantasy of murdering Ronnie. “Time to let you go, crazy man.” Johnson fumbled around for the keys and unlocked the cell. “Shit Ronnie, did you have to piss yourself so much.”

“What the fuck is wrong with that guy?” I asked.

Johnson led Ronnie out of the cell. “
Found this guy wandering down Main Street, exposing himself to anyone who passed by. Definitely has a few screws loose. He's in the hands of the doctors at Sacks County Hospital now.”

Ronnie turned to me with horror in his eyes. “Mayonnaise...hot dogs.” And that was the last I ever saw of him. Thank fucking God.

“Hey Johnson, I need to make a phone call.”

Johnson crammed his hands into his pocket and pulled out a cellphone. “Here, don't let the Sheriff see you with this.” He passed the phone through the bars.

I dialed the only number I knew by heart—the MC. A deep grunt answered the phone. Could only be Big Mike. “Hey Mike, can you get Claire for me?” Big Mike grunted again.

“Hey fella, how's it going in there?”

“Just fucking peachy, Claire.”

“Oh come on, Caleb, can't be that bad. It's not like you're in prison.”

I sat down on the bench and lifted my feet off the wet floor. “Well your not ankle-deep in piss right now.”

“What if I was cleaning the bathrooms here?”

The MC bathroom was utterly disgusting. I've seen the most terrifying shit shows ever. No way in fucking hell I'd ever clean those. “Claire, where's the lawyer?”

“Somewhere on a private island, drinking martinis. He told us not to worry. They'll have to release you tomorrow morning since they got nothing on you.”

Fucking lawyers. “I'll need someone to pick me up.”

“Don't worry, I'll be there, hun.”

I ended the call and hid the phone under the pillow. The stench of piss was getting to me. It was almost like Sheriff White was torturing me for fun now. I'd have to show her who ran things in this town. She'd be on her knees soon enough, begging for my big cock.

Now that I had the jail to myself, I unzipped my pants and pulled out my long shaft. It felt like a century since the last time I had a chance to jerk off. I closed my eyes and pictured Emily's lips wrapped around me. It only took a few strokes until I came all over the floor.

I cleaned my hands off in the sink and stared at my reflection in the broken mirror. Damn, that bitch would be a good fuck. I just needed one night between her legs. Then I could move on and forget her forever.

His strong arms were wrapped around me, holding my naked form tight. His lips were just a whisper away from my ear. “I'll always love you, Emily.” My heart swelled and I looked up to his face. His eyes were dark with desire, his mouth set firmly shut. I reached up and kissed him, taking all his breath into me. I wanted to stay in his protective arms forever where nobody could hurt me. Where everything was simple.

We floated up into the air, spinning, embracing, becoming one.

My eyes burst open, my face lay against the desk with my arms folded around me. I lifted my head and a puddle of drool lay in the middle of the Black Widow MC file. Very classy, White. I wiped the dried drool from my mouth and checked the clock: four in the morning. No point in going home now. I had to release Caleb in a few hours. Then I could go home and get some proper sleep.

My plan for taking down the Black Widow MC had failed. Mendoza had told me that I needed to work
with
the MCs but every fiber in my being was telling me that it was wrong. But maybe he was right? They were the bad guys and it was my job to take them down but this town and the MCs were intertwined. They couldn't survive without each other. If I was going to make it as Sheriff, I needed to relax a little. My personal crusade for justice would have to be put aside. For now, my job was to keep this town alive.

I walked through the empty police station and realized that we didn't have any officers working the night shift. The county must not have the budget for the night shift so the officers must be on call in case of an emergency. But the police station wasn't completely empty, there was still somebody down in the jail.

I turned on the lights as I headed downstairs. My legs moved with a mind of their own. I didn't know what I was doing in the jail but deep down I really knew.

“Time to be released, Sheriff?” Caleb stood at the bars of his cell with his back turned. His leather cut was a little intimidating. A giant black widow spider with the red hourglass was on the back with the words Sacks County MC stitched underneath. I don't think I'd ever come to understand their whole culture. I just figured they were a bunch of bikers that liked to cause trouble. But they were so much more.

“Not time yet, Caleb.” I walked over and the overwhelming odor of urine hit me in the face. “What the hell is that smell?” I asked, pinching my nose.

Caleb turned around and he had a red bandanna wrapped around his nose and mouth. He was either ready to rob a train or work in the coal mines. “Take a look in the cell next to mine.”

I glanced over and almost threw up. A mess of pee was everywhere and was slowly invading Caleb's cell. “Let me get you out of here. We can talk upstairs before I release you.”

Caleb unwrapped the bandanna from his head and stuffed it in his back pocket. “Your not going to make it long in this town, Sheriff.”

I unlocked the cell and let Caleb out. A tinge of fear set in that he could kill me right now in the middle of a police station. Leave my body on the piss-stained cement and get away with murder again. I didn't know what this man was capable of and I needed to be on alert just in case. “You don't know anything about me.”

I led him up the stairs, Caleb following far behind. I looked behind to catch Caleb admiring my ass. He didn't even try to hide it, he just winked and continued watching. We made it to my office and I closed the door behind him. I was reminded of our first encounter and his promise to help me prevent the MC war—all lies.

“You should really decorate this place. Liven it up a little. The jail downstairs is almost better.” Caleb smirked as he sat down.

“I can put you right back if that's what you want,” I replied, teasing him with my keys.

Caleb leaned back and put his feet up on my desk. My eye twitched. “I'm fine right here.” This guy really knew how to get under my skin.

As much as I hated saying it, it needed to be done. “I want to work with you and the Black Widow MC.”

Caleb smiled. “Didn't we already have this conversation?”

I sat back in my chair and crossed my arms over my chest. “And last time you lied to me. But this time I'm willing to do anything to keep the peace, even if that means crossing some lines. We need to trust each other.”

“I'm glad you're finally wising up.”

My blood was beginning to seethe with rage. Seeing him suffer in that urine-soaked jail for a few more hours wasn't a bad way to spend the morning. “So help me out here, how can I prevent more deaths?”

Caleb held me in his gaze, reading my eyes, studying my soul. My heart was beating faster. The way he looked at me was like an animal hunting his prey. “With Garcia gone, The Death Merchants have no order. The Blacks will move in and try to clean up whatever is left. The Black Widow MC is going to sit out until the fighting is over.”

I watched his eyes closely, looking for any tells that would betray his truth. “And I'm just supposed to believe everything you just said?”

Caleb cracked his knuckles and glanced down at my chest. “You mentioned something about trust. You're going to have to make a leap of faith, Sheriff.”

“Okay so if what you said is really happening, how can I stop the Blacks from destroying the Mexicans?”

Caleb grinned and stood up, walking past me, glancing out the window. “You can't, Sheriff. All you'll do is get in the way and innocent cops will die.”

He might be right but I didn't want to just give up. My job was to protect and serve. How was I supposed to let all those people die and do nothing? I stood up and grabbed Caleb's arm. His muscles flexed, breaking my grasp on him. “I need your help, Caleb. Help me prevent more deaths. There has to be a way.”

Caleb faced me and his dark eyes stared deeply into mine. I couldn't look away from his gaze. My heart beat like a hammer in my chest, the butterflies fluttering around in my stomach. I remembered the kiss from before that had awakened feelings from deep down.

Caleb reached out and took my hand in his. The sudden shock of electricity excited me. Caleb pulled me towards him, and I fell against his chest. His heart was beating as hard as mine. I looked up at him and wished it—
kiss me.

I closed my eyes and parted my lips, accepting his firm mouth against mine. Every inch of me lit up with burning fire. His lips moved with mine as our heads swayed side to side. His rough hands were all over me, moving from my back to my hair. He deftly took my ponytail out until my mane of hair was released. I whipped it back and forth as Caleb watched in awe.

“You have the most beautiful hair,” he whispered.

Crimson red flushed my cheeks and I averted eye contact. He kissed me again, harder and more passionately this time. His raging hard-on beneath his pants was pressed against my belly and I needed to let it loose. I fumbled around with his belt buckle that was in the shape of a spider. What was with all the spider imagery? Little too overboard for me.

Caleb unbuttoned my shirt slowly, taking his time to reveal my breasts in a nude-colored bra. I had no idea this was going to happen today otherwise I would have worn something a little sexier. I cringed when I thought about my granny panties he'd soon to discover. Caleb's fingertips ran across my peaks and he ran his index finger down into my cleavage. I leaned my head back and moaned. Caleb's hand wandered around my back and undid my bra. I let it fall to ground and I kicked it to the side. Caleb's eyes widened at the sight of my bare chest.

“You shouldn't hide such a perfect pair of tits under all that business attire. Those are just begging to be sucked.”

“I want your tongue on me, Caleb,” I said with a heavy breath.

Caleb pushed my boobs together, massaging and squeezing them. His thumb and index finger grazed over my nipples and he pinched them hard. I cried out softly from the pain that quickly turned to pleasure. Caleb bent over and planted his face in my tits, his tongue running over every inch of my breasts. He put my nipple in my mouth and sucked on my hard, biting and chewing on me until I screamed out.

I couldn't take anymore. I finally got his belt loose and unsnapped his jeans. I licked my lips as I pulled down his pants. The outline of a giant cock was pinned beneath his boxer briefs. The adrenaline shot through me as I imagined that big spear piercing me.

Caleb used two fingers to unhook my beige work pants and turned me around until I was facing away from him. He slowly bent me over my desk and I wildly swung my arms around, knocking papers and the computer onto the ground. I could always buy a new one. Caleb peeled my pants off along with my white panties, trailing his fingers down the backs of my legs. A shiver was sent up my spine, giving me goosebumps all over my arms.

I knew we shouldn't be doing this but I couldn't help it. My logical self was far off somewhere, solving crimes or something. My animal self was here and now, begging Caleb to fuck me like a savage.

He slapped my ass, shoving me further into my desk. My nipples were a little raw from the sucking and scraped along the wood. I screamed as Caleb slapped me again, sliding a finger against my sex. I could hear him stick his finger in his mouth and taste me. My whole body almost came undone.

“You're so fucking wet, Emily.”

“Fuck me now, Caleb,” I demanded. My insides were writhing with anticipation. I needed to be filled up before I exploded.

Caleb pulled his briefs down and I snapped my head around to get a glimpse at his pulsing member, but he was already against me, sliding up against my wetness. He kept on his wife-beater and leather cut. He was so damn sexy. I waited, frozen in place, my pulse pounding. Caleb forced all of him inside me, stretching me out to the limit.

“You're so goddamn tight,” he said through gritted teeth, drilling his way deeper and deeper. My mind was lost, blown away by the sexual predatory of Caleb. He clenched both sides of my hips, slamming into me, crashing against me like a wave of sex. My body lurched forward with every thrust, my mouth wide open and moaning.

“Harder,” I murmured, barely able to think straight. Caleb gripped my sides harder, scratching me with his nails. He pounded in and out of me, faster and faster, my ass jutting out to meet him. The pleasure enveloped me. I was so close.

Caleb gathered my hair into a ponytail and pulled my head back. “Come for me, baby,” he whispered.

That was the end for me. I came around Caleb as I shattered into a million pieces. My voice was gone as I screamed. My legs shook violently and I could barely hold myself up. Caleb yelled my name as he found his release. I wanted him to stay in me forever, making me come over and over again.

He pulled out and collapsed on my back, leaving a void that needed to be filled again. “What the fuck was that?” I asked, my hair a mess all over my face.

“I have no fucking idea,” Caleb replied, exasperated. He collapsed on top of my back, pressing me harder against the desk. I could barely breathe but I didn't care. I just had the best sex of my life. The kind of mind-blowing sex that changes you. The kind of sex that you forget everything you ever were or are. The kind that keeps you in the moment and reminds you to live.

Caleb finally stood up and allowed me to breath. I was completely dead and used, not able to move a muscle. Caleb wrestled with his jeans as he put each leg through. “What now?” Caleb asked, wiping off his leather cut.

I brushed the hair out of my face. “I have no fucking idea.” Sounds outside my door bolted me right off the desk. “We need to get out of here right now.” I rushed to put my pants back on while Caleb threw me my bra with a smile. I snapped it behind my back and tried to button-up my shirt as fast as I could.

“Ready?” he asked. I nodded to Caleb to open the door and frantically raked my hair with my fingers while looking in my compact mirror.

Caleb whipped the door open and Officer Moore was standing in the doorway, shocked and a little frightened. Caleb turned back to me and winked before leaving.

Moore stumbled into my office, choking on his words. “These papers need to be signed, Sheriff.”

I swung my chair around and looked out the window. Claire was outside and embraced Caleb. “Just leave them on my desk,” I told Moore. They drove off in a old blue Cadillac.