12. Chapter Twelve
Chapter Twelve
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M y phone alerted me to a message as I finished my whiskey and I turned to see Sheridan dancing with her girls at the pool tables. It had been a tough couple of days since Neal attacked but there’d been no retaliation, and I had heard yesterday that Brogan had finally put him behind bars again. Lockdown had ended earlier today so we were heavily celebrating, just like we’d needed to a few days earlier.
I couldn’t feel safe, not yet, not until he’d been locked up for good.
I made a move to open my phone’s messages when the door to the clubhouse was kicked open and police moved in with guns trained. I shot up off the stool I was on, drawing my own weapon. The boys ran to stand behind me as we looked over at the team in front of us.
“You raise fucking weapons on our women and children?” I yelled at them.
Brogan pushed forward, shoving the team back and telling them to lower their fucking weapons. When they did, hesitantly, we all lowered ours.
“What the fuck is this?” I yelled at him. “I thought we were good.”
“Cooper Malone,” he said, his eyes telling me he didn’t want to be making this decision. “You’re under arrest for the arson attack and murder of an employee at Future Now Warehouse.”
My breath hitched as I looked over at Hawk and then to Bear before Brogan moved toward me and slapped the cuffs on my wrists.
One last look over at Sheridan almost killed me as she watched them shove me out the door of my clubhouse and into a cruiser.
FUCK!