Tex’s Angel (Savage Legion MC #11)

Chapter 22

Tex

T oday’s the day I have to meet with my supervisor. I suspect the meeting’s because the department’s discovered I’m in the Savage Legion MC. I always knew that might turn out to be a problem. Now, we’ll just have to find out how much of a problem it’s gonna be. Best case scenario, they make their displeasure known but can’t really do anything because the Savage Legion MC isn’t an outlaw motorcycle club. Worst case scenario they don’t give a fuck and fire me for giving the appearance of impropriety. Either way, I’ve already decided that I ain’t giving up my club. Even though I love my job, I love my club brothers far more.

Siege and Rigs both wanted to come with me, but after thinking long and hard about it, I decide that I should face this alone. If the worst comes to pass and I get fired, I’ll save them for the appeal, where it would be more logical for them to be there to present information on our club’s status and history.

Standing in front of the full mirror on the back of the closet door in my room at the clubhouse, it’s hard to accept I might be wearing my LSPD trainer’s uniform for the last time today. Guarding against having to run around like a headless chicken and gathering up everything the department ever issued me if they fire me, I’ve gathered it all up ahead of time and put it in a duffle with an extra change of clothing. That means if I get fired, I can simply change clothing and turn everything in, in one fell swoop. Maybe that’s pessimistic of me, but after years of being a cop I learned to judge my gut feelings, and today my gut feeling is that I’m getting fired.

“You look amazing, babe.” Clara’s voice drifts from the bed behind me. When I turn, she’s laid at the foot of the bed with her chin propped in her upturned hands gazing at me. “Of course with a body like yours, you look good in just about anything.”

I walk over and sit on the edge of the bed. “Is that so? Tell me more about how hot I am. Cause y’all know I never get tired of hearing that shit.”

She immediately crawls towards me, all naked and adorable. “You look good in your cut, but my favorite is when you come out of the shower with all your muscles dripping with water. I like how you put up the pretense of modesty by wearing a towel around your waist, but your cock is usually trying its best to bust out.”

I slide one hand through her thick red curls, tug her head back, and kiss her like I own her. I get aroused because she still smells like our sex from last night and she gets wet for me so fucking fast. That’s the kind of shit women can’t fake. It’s how I know she’s really into me and not faking it to get me to do what she wants. I fucking love that she craves my body as much as I do hers. For me, no other woman will do. Just when I’m eager to claim another kiss and maybe see if we’ve got time for a quick round of Texas twister, the alarm on my phone goes off.

I groan at the bad timing and give her another quick, fierce kiss before I let her slip from my arms and stand up. “Sorry, sugar pie. I have to get to work.”

“I know. You’ve got that meeting today. I hope they aren’t stupid enough to fire the best trainer they ever had.”

“I don’t know if I’m the best, but I sure am the most motivated. I guess we’ll know soon enough. I’ll call y’all as soon as I know one way or the other.”

“Drive safely. I’ll be waiting for your call. If things go bad, maybe we can get away for a day or so?”

“Y’all mean so I can lick my wounds in private?”

She gestures to my cock, “Or I could do all the licking for once.”

I flash her a grin because this woman knows exactly how to cheer me up. I head out the door, grabbing my duffle along the way. In order not to be confrontational, I take my truck instead of my bike. Levi is catching a ride to school with Evan, so I can concentrate on the moment.

I turn this situation over in my mind the whole way to the precinct. I’ve thought about this from every angle, and I honestly don’t think they have any justification to fire me. If they do, then with a good legal team on my side I could sue them for unfair dismissal. Only thing about doing that is my days at the LSPD would probably be over. I might get my job back, but I wasn’t sure I could deal with the daily hostility that might follow. I’m between a rock and a hard place. My anxiety is pretty high when I walk into the building and stow my duffle under my desk—which might not be my desk for much longer. Everyone is looking at me with either annoyance or pity. If I wasn’t sure before, I am now.

I walk into my supervisor’s office right on time. He glances up at me with a blank expression on his face. “Have a seat, Jones. We need to talk.”

Being oppositional, I want to tell him that I’ll stand, but I don’t want to do anything to justify firing me in his mind. So I sit in the chair he indicated right in front of him.

“What’s this about, sir?” I ask.

He responds, “You’re a smart man. You tell me what this meeting is about.”

“I’m not in the mood to play guessing games, so why don’t y’all tell me?”

“Alright, it has been brought to our attention that you’re a member of a motorcycle gang.”

“A motorcycle club,” I interject.

“However you want to phrase that, the end result is the same.”

“With all due respect, it is not the same. As y’all know, there are outlaw motorcycle clubs and law abiding motorcycle clubs. The Savage Legion is the latter. I’m not breaking any departmental policies by joining the Legion.”

“Do you even hear yourself?” he demands. “You’re a grown man. You have a family and pay taxes. You have an important job training law enforcement officers on their duty to serve and protect. And here you are involved with some motorcycle club who calls themselves the Savage Legion. Do you have any idea how silly that sounds? I mean why would they pick such an absurd name for themselves and wear vests with a skull patch. It’s about as ignorant as pretending to be a pirate in your spare time or larping as a superhero or an alien at a comic book convention once a year.”

“I believe y’all participate in civil war reenactments, sir. I fail to see the difference.”

His face goes beet red, “Civil war reenactments are different. Reenacting famous battles, teaches us a firsthand understanding of historical events. There is value and dignity in that.”

“So, is the department ordering me to distance myself of the Legion?” I ask, not wanting to beat around the bush any longer.

“It’s too late for that. They’ve decided to terminate your employment.”

“Because they don’t like me being a member of a law abiding club or simply because they don’t like the name?”

“You really don’t get it, do you? All the things I just said are why I personally don’t like you being part of motorcycle club. For the department it came down to how they want this department to been perceived by the general public. When they see a prominent member of our training staff riding around in a leather jacket decorated with skulls, the general public will see that as a conflict of interest because they don’t know all the intricacies about one percent and non one percent clubs.”

“I think the people of Las Salinas know all about the Savage Legion and what good we do for this town,” I say.

“I’m talking about the town council, not gangbangers and hoodlums,” he spits out.

I’m about to bring up the subject of the former Chief of Police. I learned about that asshole from my club brothers. He ran a fucking people trafficking syndicate along with members of the town council. Maybe they’ve cleaned out the trash, but if it wasn’t for the Legion that fucker would still be doing evil shit. But then I look at the man in front of me, he’s not gonna care what I say one way or another.

“So what’s the plan?” I ask, unwilling to listen to any more of his bullshit.

He picks up a piece of paper. When I take it from him, I realize it’s two pieces, one for me and one for the department. I scan over the document, and it says pretty much what he said it did. I know that I’m gonna be fired whether I sign it or not and there’s a space for me to add my own notes and a box asking if I would like to appeal this decision. I make quick work of both spots and then add my signature before handing it back to him.

“I’m also required to collect your uniforms, ID, electronic equipment, and other items the department issued to you by the end of business day today. An officer will escort you off the premises and go with you while you collect these items.”

“I brought everything with me today. I’ll get changed and be right back.”

When I get up to leave, he says, “You know, I fought for you. Being part of the club is a bad reflection on the department, but you’re good at your job. They wouldn’t even entertain the idea of you dropping that club.”

I don’t believe for one moment that he fought for my job because of all the disrespectful shit he just told me about the Legion, but I’m not interested in prolonging this conversation any longer than I have to. Turning, I make my way out of his office and head to the restroom then make quick work of changing into my street clothing. I intentionally brought my Savage Legion cut just to throw it in their faces that I’m not ashamed of my club. The brothers were there for me when I first moved to Las Salinas and didn’t know one living soul.

I drop the duffel on my supervisor’s desk, do an about face and stalk out of his office, a lot madder than I thought I would be. There were so very few good things in my life and my club was one of them. I couldn’t allow anyone to come between me and my brothers, not even my career. Though as today showed me, even if I had been willing to give up the MC it would have done no good.

Driving back to the clubhouse, I try to take my mind of the situation by thinking about Clara’s case. So far, we had ruled out the teens in our neighborhood, Wade, her soon to be ex and her sister, as well as one of the two families she made CPS reports on. That only left the little girl’s family, who also disappeared. Zen was still working on tracking down leads on the father, so we were in a holding pattern. The only thing I can do now is work on finding another job.