Page 10 of Warrant (The Berserker’s Rage MC: Wyoming Chapter #1)

Ainsley

D oreen stuck her head in through my office door. “Sheriff?”

“Yeah,” I asked, looking up at her.

“There’s a call about a traffic accident in town. Everyone else is busy…”

I was out of my seat before she had a chance to say more. “I’ll take it. Where at?”

She handed over a slip of paper that had all the pertinent information on it.

“Thanks, Doreen,” I told her as I grabbed my keys and headed out of the building. I scanned the paper as I got into my Tahoe. No injuries. Just two hotheads about to come to blows over who hit who at a traffic light.

Starting my vehicle, I pulled out of my spot and hit the lights and sirens on my way to the accident. I didn’t really need to run code, but if these guys were about to come to blows over a fender bender it was better to get there quickly.

“Fuck! I forgot how loud those sirens are.”

I would think about the sound that came out of my mouth for the rest of my life. And I would cringe every time. The scream was so loud it rivaled my sirens, and was sooo girly. My eyes flashed to the back seat of my Tahoe and landed on Warrant as he sat up.

His short hair was a little mussed and his eyes looked sleepy. His eyebrows were also raised high as shock and amusement played over his face.

“You asshole!” I gasped, gripping my steering wheel tight.

It was a good thing I wasn’t a panicker or he could have had me swerving and flipping this damn vehicle.

The fact that I screamed—which would forever haunt me—was a good indicator that he’d scared the shit out of me. Still, I mostly kept my cool.

“That was an impressive decibel, Sheriff,” he said with a smirk while theatrically rubbing a finger in his ear.

I reached over and hit the switch that turned off my sirens.

I left the wig wags going to get people to move out of the way faster though.

“What the hell are you doing back there?” I asked, ignoring his taunting.

Wasn’t my fault he’d been hiding in the back of my SUV like a psycho and scared me when he popped up out of nowhere.

“Looked like a decent place to take a nap,” he said with a shrug of his muscular shoulders.

Denison had noted down, multiple times, in Warrant’s file folder that he was a ‘menace to society’.

Denison was an idiot, from everything I’d seen, heard, and read from his reports so far, but he wasn’t wrong about that.

Although at this point you could replace society with me personally.

I seemed to be Warrant’s main target right now.

I pressed a hand to my racing heart. It was only doing that ‘cause Warrant had popped up like a Jack in the Box, not because of the smile and look he was giving me right now. I blew out a breath and glared at him. “This is the property of Sentinel County, Warrant. You can’t just take a nap wherever you want.”

“I pay my taxes,” he insisted.

Giving him an incredulous look in the rear view, I shook my head in confusion.

“Means I can use it if I want.”

“That’s not at all what that-” I swore as I made a turn and saw the chaos up ahead. The fight was on. Two men were rolling around on the ground, exchanging blows while others watched from the sidewalk.

“Dammit,” I muttered, pulling off to the shoulder and jumping out.

I went to the back and pointed a finger in Warrant’s face as he rolled down the window.

My Tahoe wasn’t usually used for transporting suspects.

It was formerly Denison’s and he would have never been bothered.

I had a request in to get a cage put in and get the locks replaced back there so I could transport when needed, but that kind of thing took time.

“Stay here. Don’t touch anything,” I warned him.

His eyebrow kicked up, but he just leaned back against the seat as if he wasn’t going anywhere. He smiled at me when I glared at him with suspicion. “Better get out there before Fred and Harold beat the shit out of each other,” he suggested.

Swearing, and wondering where my life had gone so wrong, I hurried over to where the two grown men were fighting like children.

It was obvious by the way the red one-ton pick-up was crunched into the side of the black one-ton pick-up that Fred Holland had run the stop sign and t-boned Harold Pickens.

What they were actually fighting about was a mystery to me, though.

I didn’t know these people that well. The fact that I recognized them was only because they were a couple of the people who were often recognized by local law enforcement.

I’d already had to deal with both of them in my short time here.

How some people managed to live life in such a chaotic manner never made sense to me.

It was easy. Wake up. Eat. Go to work. Go to the gym.

Go home. Go to bed. Easy. Nope. Some people had to create drama and excitement for their lives. No thanks.

Grabbing Harold by the back of the shirt, I announced myself, then swore as he took a swing at me.

I took a step back, letting his shirt drop out of my hand and glaring at him.

My patience was at an end. My boot flew out and landed squarely in his chest, knocking him on his ass.

He looked at me with a surprised Pikachu face.

“You hit me, Harold, and I’m hauling your ass in for assault on an officer. ”

“Sheriff,” he whined, then grunted when Fred took that opportunity to cold clock him.

I grabbed Fred by the wrist, twisted his arm until he was in an arm bar and his face was down on the pavement. It was easy since he’d still been on his knees. He hadn’t had time to shove to his feet yet. Which meant his sucker punch hadn’t had much force behind it.

“Sheriff,” he grunted. “Ease her up a bit.”

“Maybe once you get yourself under control,” I said, keeping the arm bar tight enough that he wasn’t moving. “Harold,” I barked, and the man froze. He was trying to sneak off. “I know where you live. Fleeing the scene of an accident is a terrible idea.”

“I was just makin’ sure my truck was-” He broke off when Warrant put a hand on his shoulder. “Well hey there, Warrant.”

“Harold,” he said. He looked down at me. “Looked like you could use a hand.”

I scowled at him. I’d had it under control. Mostly. But no one from the crowd had stepped in either. They weren’t sure what to do. Denison would have likely screamed at them for helping. Then again, Denison wouldn’t be here. Everyone was still gauging the kind of sheriff I’d be, and that was fine.

A patrol car pulled up and one of my deputies hurried over and took Harold off Warrant’s hands.

I slowly let Fred up. “Back in the Tahoe,” I muttered at Warrant. Then I narrowed my eyes. “Or better yet, you can go anywhere else.”

He placed a hand over his heart. “You’re not giving me a ride back to the station? My bike is there.”

“You can walk,” I said, pulling my keys out of my pocket and hitting the lock button.

His mouth dropped open and he gave me a look of disappointment. “So rude, Sheriff.” He shook his head and wandered off.

It took all my strength to bite back the grin and focus on Fred. Warrant was ridiculous. I should be furious. Yet somehow he seemed to make me smile. A lot.

Sighing, I slid my hands down over my hips as I looked at myself in the mirror.

Warrant had said dinner. There was only one fancier steakhouse in Sentinel, so my jeans with high heeled boots and glittery top was casual enough for anywhere else, but also nice enough for that place.

Plus, the glittery top was shiny and likely to disorient Warrant. For some reason that pleased me.

Why was I fussing? I didn’t even want to be going on this date.

Liar.

My heart was racing again. Definitely not as hard as when he scared me in my Tahoe earlier today.

He’d wandered off when I told him to walk back to the station and left me to do my job, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t thinking about him for the rest of the day.

Jerk. He’d probably done that for that exact reason.

As if I wasn’t having enough trouble keeping him out of my head.

Every time my mind wandered I started thinking about him.

In fact, I was currently avoiding my mom’s phone calls because I just knew the minute I spoke to her she was going to clock that something was different.

And I couldn’t keep secrets from my mama.

She was my best friend. I told her everything.

Except this. Not yet. Because I didn’t know what this was.

Sighing again, I shook my head at my reflection.

“It can’t be anything, Ains,” I told myself.

“The man is…” I wasn’t positive he was a criminal.

Just because he was in a motorcycle club didn’t mean they did illegal things.

It didn’t not mean they didn’t do illegal things either.

Was that a proper sentence? No, probably not.

Damn him! I’d been trying to look into Sentry Securities, but Cypher had that place, and all the information about them, locked up like gold in Fort Knox.

A cop and a biker was a bad idea. A bad, bad idea. Especially for the cop.

A knock on my door interrupted my thoughts and I steeled myself as I crossed the room and opened it.

“Holy shit.”

There I went, smiling again.

Warrant’s eyes raked down over my body. The jeans and glittery tank were pretty tight, if I was being honest. I loved my body, just enough curves that it was obvious I was a girl despite the fact that I kept myself in shape and had enough muscle I could do my job effectively.

“You look fucking hot.”

“Thanks,” I replied with a laugh. That was something I was coming to appreciate about Warrant. The man said what he thought.

“You up for a ride?”

My brows shot up and I leaned around him to look at his motorcycle. It was a gorgeous machine. “Sure. Let me grab a jacket.”

His grin widened.

“What?”

“Thought for sure you were going to give me some lecture about how dangerous they were.”

I snorted at that. “I’m a cop,” I told him. “Not exactly a profession you get into if you’re risk adverse.”

“That’s true,” he conceded. “Here,” he said, plopping a helmet over my head so fast I barely had time to react. The face mask was open so he continued on. “Safety first.” He buckled the strap under my chin for me.

I liked the way his fingers felt brushing my skin. Ugh. I was in so much trouble. This wasn’t a part of the plan. He wasn’t a part of it. I was supposed to come here. Get the job of a lifetime. Have the townspeople love me. Become a part of the community… Not fall in love.

Not that anyone was falling for anything right now. But dammit, Warrant was a distraction for sure.

“Come on, Beautiful,” he said with a charming grin, as he took my hand and led me to his motorcycle.

I waited until he got on and put his own helmet on, then I climbed on behind him.

My arms went around him and I gritted my teeth when that flattened my boobs against his back.

I may have rubbed them against him just a little.

My nipples stiffened under my shirt and a thrill raced through my body as he started the engine.

The vibrations—and hanging onto a gorgeous man—were going to make this a very interesting ride.

It’d been a really long time since I’d…ridden…

anything. I was a bit repressed and my body was making that known.

Before we took off he patted my thigh, then gave it a firm squeeze and I thought I might explode on the spot.

A grin spread over my face as he pulled away from the curb and we headed out of town.

I hadn’t asked where we were going, but really, I didn’t care. I had the day off tomorrow and there was no reason not to enjoy tonight. The freedom of flying down the open road on the back of this bike was something I was going to remember for a long time.