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CHAPTER EIGHT

ALINA

The hotel phone rings, waking me from a deep sleep.

Hap groans next to me as he leans over and answers it. “Yeah?” he answers gruffly.

I blink my eyes a few times to wake up. My head feels heavy from the alcohol. It’s been so long since I drank like that; my body isn’t used to it.

Hap moves to sit up. “Yeah, shit. Okay, we will be down there as soon as we can,” he states before hanging up.

I rub my sleepy eyes and look at him. “What is it?” Worry begins to seep through my veins. I sit bolt upright. “Is it Phoenix?” I ask, panicked. Hap opens his mouth to answer, but I’m already jumping out of bed. “Oh my god, it’s Phoenix. I shouldn’t have left him,” I rush out, panicked, running towards the door.

Hap leaps out of bed and blocks me from opening it. “Baby, it ain’t Phoenix,” he assures me.

I exhale a relieved breath. “Why didn’t you say sooner?” I ask, pissed that he scared the shit out of me.

He arches a brow. “I tried, but you leapt out of the fucking bed like a damn whippet,” he points out.

I roll my eyes at him. “So what’s the emergency?” I ask.

“Ghost and Star have been arrested. They need you to go down there and get them out,” Hap states.

“Arrested? What the hell?” I ask, stunned. I huff and walk back to get my purse and put on my heels before returning back to Hap. “Well, come on, then. Let’s go. I just hope we can get them out before their wedding,” I tut. Hap smirks unmoving, his eyes raking over me. “You going to move or just look at me like that all day?” I ask.

“Oh, I could look at you like this all fucking day, standing in nothing but your sexy fucking heels.” He winks.

I look down and realise I am completely naked. Jesus, how much had I drunk last night? I also notice that Hap is completely naked, his dick rock hard and standing to attention.

“Really? There is a crisis, and you’re turned on?” I state, placing my hands on my hips.

“Baby, you are standing beautifully fucking naked before me in nothing but a pair of fuck me heels. All I can think about is fucking you on that bed with your legs wrapped around me, digging those heels into my back while you fucking scream my name,” he says, his lips curving into a devilish grin.

I feel my body reacting to his words, but I quickly shut down any possibility of that happening. “Not now. We need to rescue your President and my friend,” I state firmly before turning and walking away to find some clothes to put on. “But maybe later,” I add, giving him a smile.

He groans before grabbing his own clothes, muttering to himself about his stupid cock-blocking Pres who owes him for this.

We decide to wake everyone up. I knock on Rage and Dixie’s door, to be greeted by a deep ‘woof’ from Erebus. Rage cracks open the door just an inch, his gaze peering out. Once he sees it’s me, he steps back, opening it fully. Standing there completely naked, holding his gun in one hand, I quickly avert my gaze, placing my hand over my eyes.

“Oh god, sorry Rage, but we are holding an emergency meeting,” I state, feeling my cheeks heat.

“Rage, cover yourself,” Dixie chastises as she comes running over. I peer through my fingers to see her wrap a blanket around his waist, covering his impressive package. I wonder if they are all gifted in that area, and I realise they most likely are, to be who they are and what they do. They definitely give off big dick energy. Men with little dicks always feel the need to overcompensate in life, whereas these men just do what the fuck they want when they want.

“It’s just my dick,” Rage argues.

“And would you be okay with the other guys seeing me naked?” she counters.

“No fucking way,” Rage growls.

Dixie gives him a look before turning her attention to me. “Give us one minute to get our clothes on,” she says with a smile.

I nod, smiling back, fighting the urge to laugh at how a tiny woman like Dixie can put a man like Rage in his place. It’s entertaining and adorable to watch.

Once everyone is up and dressed, Hap tells them what has happened and that I am going down to the station to hopefully get them out, but just in case the officers are assholes, we need an emergency backup plan to delay their ceremony.

“The cops here don’t know who we are. I say we go in there, blow the fucking place apart, and get them out.” Rage shrugs.

“Er,” I state, pausing.

“Then we would all end up in fucking jail. Just because we are safe back home doesn’t mean we are here. For once we’ve got to play by the law,” Spider states. “Well, at least eighty percent within the law,” he adds with a shrug.

“I’m going to head down there now, so I need some clothes for Star. Ghost said that they left her in the stripper underwear that she had on,” Hap states.

“They’re not allowed to do that,” Maggie snaps. “I will grab her clothes, motherfuckers,” she fumes as she gets up and walks off to get Star’s clothes.

“It’s something I will be using against the police, that’s for sure,” I state.

“It ain’t them letting Star out that is going to be the problem. It will be Ghost. You know he would have absolutely lost his shit if they treated her badly,” Beast points out.

“Just touching her would have made him fucking flip,” Cash adds.

“Can’t say I blame him on that one,” Scar adds, keeping Elsie close at his side, like someone is going to come and steal her away from him.

The guys all grunt in agreement, each one of them just as overprotective over the women in their lives as Ghost is with Star.

Maggie comes back out with a bag of clothes. “Right, got them. Let’s go,” she states.

“I thought it was just me going?” I ask.

“Fuck no, we are all fucking going. Cuts on. We’ll let those motherfuckers know exactly who they are fucking with,” Acid affirms as he stands.

“Okay,” I say, dubiously wondering if all of them being there will help or hinder in getting them out in time for their wedding. I look at my watch and see that it’s four am. “We have ten hours to get them out, to make sure they make it to the chapel for three pm,” I state.

“Keep me updated. I have help here from Samual, should I need it,” Queenie states, grinning at Samual, the nanny the hotel provided.

“Of course. We will be here to hold down the fort and make sure those beautiful babies are clean, dressed, and ready for the wedding of the year.” Samual claps excitedly.

I grin at his infectious positive energy. Even the guys are grinning with him. It did cross my mind if we could offer him a job at the club and bring him back with us.

The butler that the hotel had provided enters. “Your cars are ready and waiting,” he says with a brief nod.

“Fuck, man, do they ever let you sleep?” Hawk asks.

“I sleep when you sleep, sir,” he answers.

Hawk looks around the room. “What? You got silent alarms or some shit for when we wake up?” he asks, frowning.

“No, sir,” he answers sternly.

“Okay, let’s get going,” I interrupt.

We arrive thirty minutes later at the station, and the officers on the front desk all give us a wide-eyed look as we approach.

“Good morning. I am here to represent my clients, Star Monroe and Harrison Ford Jones,” I state firmly.

“One moment, please,” the officer states, getting up from his chair and walking out of the room.

“And them?” the other officer asks, pointing to all the club members who are standing behind me.

“They are here waiting for their friends to be released,” I affirm.

“Gang colours are not permitted,” he counters.

I turn and look at the brothers. “I know.” I nod. “But those are not gang colours. They are merely motorcycle enthusiasts, and by law, they are free to wear their club’s logos. Just like any other club enthusiast,” I point out.

The other officer walks back in. “They are currently, er...” He pauses. “Busy with investigations,” he stutters.

I arch my brow. “Investigations into what exactly? No further questions or investigations will be permitted to happen without my presence. Now show me to my clients,” I state firmly.

“Fuck, I want to bend you over one of those desks and fuck you right now,” Hap growls in my ear, quietly for only me to hear. I bite down on my bottom lip to stop myself from smiling. The officers exchange a look before shrugging and nodding for me to follow him.

I quickly grab the bag of clothes for Star. “Don’t get arrested,” I hiss in warning over my shoulder at all of them as I follow the officer through the secure doors.

He leads me to a holding cell full of other women, and Star is sitting there in nothing but the stripper outfit she was wearing. My blood boils as I catch a few of the officers eying her appreciatively.

“Why has she not been offered suitable clothing?” I snap.

“Er...” the officer answers as he looks over at his colleagues for help.

I roll my eyes. “I will be reporting the arresting officers and the ones who left her in such an exposed state,” I affirm. Star stands, a smile on her lips when she hears me. She tucks her hair back behind her ear, exposing a cut on the left side of her temple. “And I will also be adding a formal complaint against you for not only wounding her but also for leaving her untreated.” My gaze immediately assesses her for other injuries. Thankfully I don’t notice anything else, other than a few scuff marks, but I know for certain seeing her standing there now with that mark on her head would have sent Ghost off the edge into an explosive fit of rage.

“Ma’am, unless you are here to post her bail, there ain’t nothing you can do until she attends court,” the officer states.

I turn and look at him, raising my brow. “Officer, you clearly do not know me or the law. Otherwise, you would not have arrested my clients and caused them such bodily harm. I could have you and every single one of the arresting officers on a sexual assault charge,” I threaten.

He swallows, looking at his feet like a chastised little boy.

I shake my head, tired of dealing with officers like this. It tarnishes the good ones. “So, where can I talk with my client?” I ask.

“Right here, ma’am. Unless you are here to post bail, then I’m sorry. There ain’t much I can do,” he says again with a shrug.

“Fine, open the cage,” I order.

He hesitates for a moment before nodding his head. After opening it, I step inside, noting a few of the other women in there glance at me with interest.

“Lay a fucking finger on her and I will slit your throat in your sleep,” Star growls in warning.

“Well, I see it didn’t take you long to become the queen bee.” I smirk.

She smiles proudly and shrugs. “You have met who I am marrying tomorrow, right?” she retorts sarcastically.

I hum and nod. “How bad are you thinking he is going to be?” I question. Star gives me a worried look. “Oh jeez,” I murmur.

She nods. “But it wasn’t his fault. He saw what they did to me and how they were touching me any way they could, and he lost it. They tackled him to the ground and beat him with their batons before firing a taser. Even though he wasn’t fighting or resisting at that point. I tried to get to him, but they held me back,” she breathes, looking away.

“Did anyone record this?” I ask.

She shrugs. “I think so. Someone yelled something from the crowd, which riled them up. They all had their phones out, but who knows who or what or even if they posted anything.”

I pull out my phone. “They didn’t even search me before bringing me in here,” I mutter as I scroll through various social media sites. “One thing for sure is I have them on incompetence,” I mutter. “Found it.” I smile before pressing play, keeping the sound low as we watch a recording of the arrest. Jesus, it was brutal watching what they did to Ghost. I quickly message the account, someone called SavSis3 who posted it, and ask them to email a copy of it for evidence.

“Right, I need to go speak to Ghost. I will find out how much your bails are and post them,” I assure her. “Then, when you go to court, I will blow this whole shitshow up their ass,” I affirm.

Star nods. “Tell Ghost to keep calm and that I’m fine, and that he better not have messed up his pretty face the day before our wedding,” she adds.

“Noted.” I nod before turning to the door to be let out. “And get dressed. I have only ever seen one labia in my life. Mine. I want to keep it that way,” I quip, making Star laugh.

The officer leads me down a long hall before stopping in front of a door. I arch my brow at him. “I thought there were only communal cages,” I counter.

“Your client was too unpredictable to be put in one, and for future reference, we call them cells. Not cages,” he states firmly.

“Metal bars from floor to ceiling entrapping a living creature is a cage. A cell has walls, a door, and a bed,” I snap back, pushing my way past him and through the door that was kept unlocked. It was dark when we stepped in.

The officer quickly flicks on the fluorescent overhead light, making me blink to adjust my eyes.

I suck in a breath when I see Ghost cuffed to a table, his body slumped over, his arms covered with blood. “Ghost?” I call out. He groans and lifts his head to look at me. His face is covered with fresh and dried blood, thanks to the large cut on his temple that continues to bleed. My head whips around to the officer that brought me in here. “Ring an ambulance right now!” I demand.

“Our medics deemed him fit and well,” he counters.

“And who are your medics, the three blind mice??!” I yell. Ghost grunts out a laugh behind me. “Anyone with working eyesight can see he needs medical attention. Get an ambulance here right now,” I growl through gritted teeth.

The officer nods and leaves.

I walk over to Ghost and grab a tissue out of my bag to try and stop the bleeding. “Star is fine. I brought her some clothes, and she said to tell you that you had better not have messed up your pretty face for the wedding,” I state, relaying Star’s words to him.

He grunts. “Well, she’s shit out of luck. They touch her?” he asks, his voice low with a threatening undertone.

“No, and by all accounts she has the other prisoners in her cage terrified of her. I think the officers are a little afraid, too,” I assure him, smiling.

“So, here is the plan. I will bail you out. You will both get married tomorrow as planned. Then we go to court, and I will get all these charges dropped, but for that to happen, I need you to refrain from killing the officers,” I point out.

“I can withhold from killing them for now,” he agrees.

I sigh. “Not what I was asking, but then I suppose that will have to be good enough.”

I stand there holding the pathetic pieces of tissue to Ghost’s wound. Blood seeps through it onto my hand until the officer comes back with a couple of EMTs.

“How long has he been like this?” one of them asks.

I step back and arch my brow at the officer who doesn’t answer.

“At least an hour. Their medic deemed him fit and well,” I say with a huff.

One of the EMTs looks over her shoulder, wide-eyed. “I will be pushing for charges,” I assure her, and just to remind the officer of that fact.

“He needs stitches and needs to be assessed for possible concussion,” she states.

“Might be looking at a broken rib or two as well,” the other EMT points out. I grab my phone and take pictures for evidence before a knock at the door sounds and a good looking guy in a smart suit walks in.

“When I got a call that the mighty fucking Ghost and his ol’ lady had been arrested, I knew I had to come down and see for myself that it was true.” He smirks.

I straighten my back, ready to argue, but Ghost speaks first, looking up at him. “Well shit, if it ain’t Agent fucking Jared.” Ghost smirks.

Jared smiles, and I relax when I realise they are friends. “Alina, I’m Ghost’s lawyer,” I state, holding out my hand to introduce myself.

He reaches out to shake my hand but stops when he sees the blood stains on it. I quickly withdraw and give him a soft smile.

“Hap’s ol’ lady,” Ghost interrupts.

Jared smiles and nods, placing his hands in his pockets. “I see, and what’s the bail?” Jared asks the officer.

“For him, a hundred grand. For her, twenty,” he states.

My gaze snaps to him. “For what? And how on earth did you come to that figure? A minor misdemeanour, if that, shouldn’t be higher than ten,” I argue.

“He assaulted an officer,” the guy argues.

“Really? And what do you call that?” I spit, pointing to Ghost as the EMTs try and patch him up.

Jared steps to my side. “Where is your chief?” he asks the officer.

“Er, in his office,” the guy stutters.

“Take me to him now,” Jared orders. He turns to me. “Go wait out in the waiting area. I will be out in a minute with an update.” I look to Ghost, making sure he is okay with me leaving him.

“Go; I will be fine. Jared will come out and speak to you,” he assures me.

I make my way through to the waiting area with an officer seeing me out. Hap is on his feet, moving straight towards me, his gaze murderous. I frown in confusion, and as he grabs me firmly and begins checking over my hands and body, it’s then that I realise I have Ghost’s blood on my clothes and it’s still on my hands.

Hap’s hands cup my face. “What happened?” he asks.

I give him a small, reassuring smile. “I’m okay; this is Ghost’s blood.”

“What the fuck have they done to Pres?!” Rage fumes, storming towards the door.

I move out of Hap’s arms and try to grab Rage to stop him from doing something stupid. “No Rage, he’s fine. He has a cut, and it was bleeding, so I tried to help,” I tell him, realising I’ve not really explained anything at all.

All of the brothers stand and follow Rage, crowding around the front desk. “You want to see what it’s like to feel the wrath of the brothers of the Black Hearts MC?” Rage growls.

“I suggest you let us in to see our Pres, right fucking now,” Scar growls, backing Rage up.

“Fucking little piggie better get running.” Hawk smirks.

Spider rolls his head and bounces on his toes like he’s warming up for a fight. All of them have their fists clenched at their sides, ready to fight. I guess I’m just thankful they were smart enough to not bring any weapons with them.

“Tell them!” I plead to Hap, hoping he will convince them to step back.

Maggie comes next to me. “Star okay?” she asks.

I nod. “She’s fine. More worried about Ghost. Jared is in there now trying to sort it,” I explain.

Maggie places fingers in her mouth and whistles loudly, silencing the guys. They all turn to look at her. “Sit your asses down. Jared is in there. You ain’t going to do them any favours if you get yourself arrested, too,” she asserts.

I smirk at her. The other ol’ ladies all come to stand by us with their hands on their hips, glaring at their men in disapproval. It takes everything in me not to laugh.