Part Twelve
Antonio waved the
cloud of dust, that the detective's car kicked up, away from his
eyes. He watched the car speed away and once it was out of sight and
he had calmed down, Antonio hurried back into the bar. Ignoring the
questions of his friends and barely glancing at Alana, he made his
way back into the office and sat at the desk. His heart pounded in
his chest. At that moment if he could have punched through a wall he
would have. He was free. “I'm free. I'm out!” he said aloud to himself. Antonio popped his knuckles and tried to catch his breath.
There had to be a way out this. He was innocent. They knew this.
That's why he was released. He and his sister hadn't set that cop up,
the cop had set them up. He was bad. He was the worst!
“Dad?”
Alana's soft spoken voice calmed the agitation in his chest and mind.
“What's wrong?” she asked with Jude standing close behind.
Not wanting to lie
to her, Antonio quickly told her about what happened. He told her
about the drugs and how the under cover cop was stealing from them
and selling those drugs to rivals on the side, and taking a profit of
each sell for himself. Antonio also told about how the cop put
everything he had done on Antonio's gang and then killed his sister to prove his
loyalty to the other gang. Most importantly, Antonio told his
daughter that he had killed that cop.
“And now their
trying to send you back to jail?” Alana asked.
Antonio nodded.
“Man, you know
they can't do that.” Jude told him.
Surprisingly, he was calm. He
stood with his hands in his pockets leaning against the wall. Alana
sat in a chair in front of the desk, staring lovingly at her dad.
There wasn't anything he could do that would have made her love him
less. Or maybe the biker mentality was staring to take control of her. He had seen a lot of good girls come into the club. After awhile their love and loyalty for the club and their father, brother, or boyfriend couldn't be broken or upset by anything.
“Jude is right,
dad.” she told him. “Don't worry. We'll fix this. I promise.”
“How? If that
detective has anything on me, I'm back in prison.” Antonio said,
fighting back his tears.
“Well...” Jude said. "We'll just have to make sure he doesn't talk."
"Jude." Antonio said shifting his eyes to Alana.
"Dad, I've been living with a biker gang for over a month now." she reminded him. "I don't think there much that can scare me anymore."
"I don't want you involved with this." Antonio told her.
"I'm already involved." said Alana. "That cop took my dad and my aunt. If..." Alana started. "If getting rid of this detective keeps you and the club safe, than do what you need to do." she told him.
(To Be Continued)
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