Saving Axe (Motorcycle Club Romance, Cowboy, Military) (Inferno Motorcycle Club) (27 page)

Crunch
shushed her.

Behind us
, two more police cruisers pulled alongside the shoulder.  I looked at Crunch and MacKenzie.

Crunch nodded.  "
I'll step out," he said.  "We don't want any trouble, Jed.  Not with my daughter sitting right here."

Jed nodded to Crunch.  "That's smart.
"

Crunch
stepped out of the driver's side door, and I looked at the two officers approaching the passenger side.

"You send the entire goddamn police force over here, Jed?"  I was two seconds away from
walking around to the other side of the van and putting my fist in Jed’s face.  But I reminded myself of June.  And MacKenzie.

Jed smiled.  "You'll need to step out of the vehicle too."

"My kid is right here," Crunch said.  "Seriously.  Have some courtesy."

"There's a female officer, she'll look after MacKenzie."

One of the other officers approached the other side of the vehicle.  “What seems to be the problem here, Sheriff Easton?” she asked.

“Driving erratically,” Jed said.
 “Suspected under the influence.  Put your hands on the car, Sir.”

“
Screw you, Jed.”  But I put my hands on the car.  The last thing I needed right now was for anyone to get shot by a trigger-happy small town cop who was pissed off because I was seeing June.

“Well, look what we have here,” Jed said, from behind
Crunch, holding up a dime sized bag of white powder.

“You’re going to plant
that on him, because June chose me over you?  What the hell is wrong with you?” I asked.

“Search the vehicle,” he ordered the other officer.
 “Possession of an illegal substance, known members of organized crime.  Let’s see what else they have on them.”

I stood, unmoving, hands cuffed behind my back, as the
other officer rummaged through the glove compartment.

“You’ve got to be kidding me with this bullshit, Jed.”

Jed turned back to look at me as he pushed Crunch toward the cruiser behind us.  “I’m more serious than a fucking heart attack,
Axe
.”

June

God, I just loved days like this.  I inhaled deeply, trying to fill my lungs with as much mountain air as possible.  Days like this, they just smelled of summertime.  Being up here alone, well past the ridge now, brought me right back to being a kid again and riding up here.  Riding was one of those things I didn't know I had missed so much until starting back up again.  Going up to the ridge that day with Cade had awakened a part of me that I didn't know was dead.

Being with Cade had awakened a part of me I didn't know was dead.

Hearing him say he loved me had awakened that part of me.

I didn't know where things were going with him
, or what was going to happen.  I didn't know what his plans were with the biker gang, and I didn't ask.  Hell, I hadn't even told him I loved him yet.  I wasn't sure of it myself.  The uncertainty was exhilarating and terrifying all at the same time.  I was filled to the brim with fear and doubt, but this time I was choosing to not let my fears rule my life.

I was choosing to not be a chickenshit.

I felt free for the first time in years.

When Cade and I finally came up for air this morning, he'd said he w
anted to take a drive into town to run an errand.  And I'd jumped at the chance to get a ride in when Stan had asked if I wanted to check on the upper pasture for him.  When I'd left, Stan and April had ingredients for baking spread out across the entire kitchen and Stan was promising to teach her how to make cinnamon rolls.  Which meant that when I got back, there would be enough cinnamon rolls to feed a small army.  I was practically salivating now, thinking about it.

All in all, this was a pretty fucking great day.

I rode slow, coming back toward the ridge.  The horse had worked up a lather on the way up, and she needed a break.  As I came up toward the ridge, I saw smoke rising up over the other side, plumes of grey and black soot against the vivid blue sky.

My heart leapt in my throat.  It was probably just a small br
ush fire or something, that was all.

Axe

"MacKenzie will be fine," Jed said.  "She's in the other room, coloring with one of the female deputies.  But we need to have a chat."

"Don't say anything, Axe," Crunch said.  "If you're arresting us, we'll just take that attorney now."
  Crunch sat back in the chair, looking like he had seen the inside of an interrogation room so many times that it was old news for him.  Of course, this wasn't exactly an interrogation room- it looked like it doubled as a room for office space, since we'd kicked one of the deputies out of it when we came inside.  The sheriff's office in West Bend wasn't exactly large enough to warrant much space.

Or to take too
fucking seriously.

"No, Jed isn't formally arresting us, are you Jed?" I asked.  "This is entirely off the books, isn't it?"

"If we're not being arrested, we can go then, right?" Crunch asked.

"
Axe
and I need to have a conversation," Jed said, his eyes trained on me.

"Yes," I said.  "Let's have a conversation, Jed.  You drag us down here, in front of Crunch's four-year-old kid, for what?  So you can prove how badass you are, a fucking
sheriff in a town with a couple thousand people?  Way to flex your muscles.  Let's have a fucking conversation."

"Yes, let's," Jed said
, nodding toward Crunch.  "Why don't you go ahead and wait with your daughter.  It's just Cade here I'm interested in."

"Axe," Crunch said, standing.  "I'll get in touch with your father."

"No, don't."  I didn't take my eyes off Jed.  I could feel every muscle in my body tensed like a coil, ready to spring.  "Jed's not arresting me.  He's not going to do a damn thing to me.  I want to have this conversation.  You wait with MacKenzie.  This shouldn't take too long."

"Axe."  I could hear the warning in his voice, with
out him even needing to say it.

"I'll be out in a few minutes," I said.  I was going to beat this guy'
s ass right here in this room.

"Don't do anything stupid."

Jed sat back in his chair, crossed his arms over his chest.  "What do you want in West Bend, Cade?"

"It's none of your business why I came back, Jed."

"This town is my business, Cade.  Everything in it is my business.  Every
one
in it is my business."

I smirked.  "June made her choice, Jed.
  That makes her none of your fucking business."

Jed's expression turned dark.  "I always knew you were bad news, you know.  Even when
you came back before, when everyone in town hailed you as a hero, I knew better."

"You and June were never going to work, Jed," I said.  "She's not interested.  And picking me up, harassing me, isn't going to make her want you any more."

He ignored me, kept on talking.  "I asked around about you two, you know.  Made a few calls.  Picked up your little buddies too."

"What the fuck are you talking about, Jed?
  Who the fuck did you pick up?"  My chest felt tight.  Dragging me down here was one thing, making calls to find out about Crunch and I was another thing entirely.

"Called over to one of my old buddies down in Riverside, not too far from y
our motorcycle club, couple days ago," he said, ignoring my second question.

"Jed," I said, fear finally beginning to settle over me.  "What the hell did you do?"

"Old buddy of mine from school," he said.  "On drinking terms with a few clubs out there."

"You idiot
."  I needed to get out of here.  My mind raced with the possibilities.  We'd stayed too long out here, been too careless.

Because of me.  Because I couldn't let go of June.  I'd gotten comfortable, convinced mys
elf we were in the clear.  What the hell had I been thinking?

Jed didn't seem to notice, just continued talking.  "Rumor has it your little motorcycle club is working as part of a smuggling ring, Cade.  So you're coming back here, bringing your shit to West Bend, bringing your shit to June..."

His voice droned on and I thought about reaching across the table and choking him right now, then walking out of here.  "Do you have any idea what you've done?  Who the fuck did you pick up - what buddies are you talking about?"

Jed wrinkled his brow.  "What I've done?  What the hell are you thinking, coming back here, getting June involved in whatever illegal shit you have going on?"

"I haven't brought anything to her," I said, though I knew it wasn't true.  I was dragging her down, with my shit.  What was I thinking, buying her a ring?  It was laughable, the thought that I could somehow escape the club unscathed, bring June with me, that we could somehow leave everything behind.  My darkness would always follow her.  There was no escaping it.

"I want you out of this town," Jed said.  "Do you understand that?  You're not welcome here.  Your kind isn't welcome here."

"You don't have to worry about that," I mumbled, distracted by my thoughts.  In fact, I needed to leave, right now.  "How long ago?" I croaked, my throat dry.

"How long ago what?"

"How long ago did you pick up my little buddies?"

Jed
shrugged.  "A couple hours ago.  Not bikers, though."

Jesus Christ.
  "What are you talking about, Jed?"

"The guys following you, the suits."

What the fuck was he talking about?

I
needed to leave.  I stood up.

"You're not going anywhere, Cade."

"If I'm not under arrest, I'm free to go."

Jed's radio squawked, and he
picked it up suddenly, turning up the volume to listen.  "Engines en route to County Road Twelve.  Reports of heavy smoke from a structure fire.  EMS dispatched.  Fire department is fifteen minutes out."

My stomach lurched, my head spinning so much that I could barely hear every other word.  I didn't even need to hear the address.  I knew where it was.  I knew what was happening.

When Jed looked up at me, his face was pale, no longer colored by his hatred of me.  "It's your dad's ranch," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

"What have you done?" I asked.

What had I done?

It's all my fault.

Just a structure fire,
I told myself. 
Just the barn.

The problem was, I knew it wasn't.

"You can ride with me," Jed said.

"Crunch," I croaked out as we headed to the door.

He shook his head.  "He and the kid stay."

June

The second I saw the smoke rising from Stan's ranch, I made the 911 call, my hands trembling
.  Stan's barn was on fire, I could see it clear as day.

The horse
s.

Stan and April.

They were okay,
I reassured myself.  They were inside, cooking.  Not in the barn.  Stan had plenty of experience with fires.  A barn fire wasn't that unusual, not out here.

The horses.

I rode, my heart racing, digging into the horse's flanks, urging her on as fast as I could get her to gallop.

Everything would be fine.

It had to be.