Hide Your Crazy (KPD Motorcycle Patrol 1)

Speaking of, when Tasia finally arrived, she didn’t mince words.

Nor did she waste time pulling a gun out of her pocket and aiming it straight at my man.

Both Lock and Logan froze.

“You beat up my father!” Tasia screeched, pointing her gun in Logan’s direction. “I know you did!”

I looked around to see if we’d been noticed yet, but we’d done a good job in hiding ourselves, because the closest man was the DJ, and he had fucking earphones on his head to muffle the sound that was coming out of the speakers next to his feet.

“I didn’t,” Logan promised. “You can ask Lock or Katy. I’ve been with one or the other for weeks. I haven’t patrolled by myself in just as long.”

That was true.

The day after the incident with Tasia’s assault, Captain Morgan had gone to my dad and devised a plan. From then on, on each shift, there would be partners on every shift. Each motor patrol rider would ride with one of the three on shift. It just so happened that Lock had been Logan’s partner for the last three weeks.

Logan hadn’t been alone.

And if he had, it’d been for about five minutes, which was the exact amount of time that it would take to get from the police station to the apartments where he would meet me.

I’d literally timed it seeing as I was waiting outside for him the moment he got home so we could walk the dogs.

“You did!” she shook the gun. “I know you did.”

Logan was already shaking his head again. “No, Tasia. I didn’t.”

“You found out what Daddy was about to do,” Tasia continued to ramble. “You found out that he was going to go take Gibby back, and you didn’t like it.”

Logan started shifting slowly, and soon I found myself staring at Logan’s back.

Lock had shifted too. His arm was pressed against Logan’s.

They were both pinning me in. Covering me with their own bodies.

“Tasia,” Lock tried. “Ma’am. Please put down the weapon.”

That was when I saw him reach in the direction of the gun.

“You pick that weapon up, and I’m shooting you in the face,” Tasia promised.

I pressed my forehead to Logan’s back and felt his body armor underneath his uniform shirt.

Thank God he hadn’t taken that off.

Technically he’d been off twenty minutes ago. He could’ve easily taken it off and left it at work.

Yet he hadn’t.

He’d left it on.

Thank God.

My phone buzzed in my pocket, indicating I’d gotten a text message, and I prayed that it was my father saying he was on his way.

“Tasia, sweetheart,” Logan tried a different tactic. “I didn’t hurt you. I would never hurt you.”

What he said was true.

For the most part.

Though he would hurt her if it was to protect me.

I knew it in my heart to be true.

“I said don’t move!” Tasia shook the gun at Lock who once again had begun slowly inching his way toward his gun.

Lock’s fist clenched, and I peeked out from the small gap between the two men’s arms and stared at Tasia.

She looked crazy.

She also looked like she was about to shoot someone for real. I could tell that she was more than serious. She would shoot Lock if he moved for his gun again.

“Get my daughter here,” she ordered. “Now.”

Negative.

“Sorry, Tasia, but no…”

Logan staggered from the shot that he took to the chest, and everything inside of me screamed.

“Logan!” I cried out, wishing I could see his face.

But he’d stayed put, as did Lock, pinning me to the wall and making me unable to move.

But I’d felt his body rock with the bullet he’d just received, and my imagination started going wild.

Was he shot? Did Tasia miss? What had happened?

“The next one goes to your head,” Tasia hissed.

I peeked my head around the side of Logan’s body, and before he pushed it back carefully with his elbow, I saw something.

Out of the shadows, as if he was an avenging angel, came Bruno.

With one swing, he had the gun knocked out of Tasia’s hand, and it was resting on the ground at Logan’s feet.

“I have zero problems hitting a girl,” Bruno growled. “I also have zero problems beating the shit out of an old man that plans on stealing a girl from his father.”

That was when it really started to click.

Bruno.

Bruno had been there every single time I’d complained.

I’d jokingly said it at the restaurant all those days ago, but Jesus. I hadn’t thought it would be true!

“And I have zero problems taking out a man that defiles a woman,” Bruno continued. “But you? I’m going to take special care of you.”

Then he had Tasia up and over his shoulder, and he was walking back into the shadows with her a few seconds later.

Both Logan and Lock moved at once.

I staggered behind them like a drunken idiot as I tried to recover from the fact that my man was just shot in front of me.