Bear (Silver Saints MC)

I had heard enough about them to know that they were a necessary evil as far as my dad was concerned. Men who risked their lives and potential jail time to do what was right. Or at least what they considered to be honorable.

My dad would’ve been horrified if he knew that I’d eavesdropped on him and a couple of the cops on his force when one of the guys asked him why he looked the other way for them at times. He’d never want me to know that he worked with a group of bikers who operated outside of the law. But considering the situation I’d stumbled across, it was a darn good thing I knew he trusted the Silver Saints because that meant I could too. I just needed to figure out how to get ahold of them first. Maybe it was time to embrace my inner Veronica Mars and do some sleuthing in my dad’s office.

1

Bear

As the Silver Saints MC officer, part of my job was to keep track of our enemies and provide intel. One of the reasons I’d been given the rank was because I could be a scary motherfucker and intimidate information out of just about anyone. I’d also earned the road name Bear because I was scruffy and, according to my brothers, “grumpy as shit.” It was a great combination when you were interrogating someone. And since that was pretty much what I did for a living, working for a well-respected and feared security company…well, I was damn good at my job.

How that got translated into scolding a teenage girl—a senior in high school, for fuck’s sake—for involving herself in things she has no business even knowing about was beyond me. Yet I’d been given the assignment to have a talk with the sheriff’s daughter.

The hardest part was that she’d actually helped out, so convincing her to forget all about the MC and focus on playing dolls like a good little girl might not be easy. But after she called in another “tip” to our prez, Mac, he’d ordered me to get it done asap.

It was doubly important to convince her to back off because not only would it keep her out of trouble, but her father, Sheriff Bartley, had been a good ally. Even though he wasn’t happy that we lived by our own law, the Silver Saints kept to a code, and he couldn’t fault our purpose or dispute that the town was safer with both of us protecting it. We’d even helped him out on occasion, and he’d returned the favor when needed. Losing his support could rain a fuck ton of shit down on us.

Obviously, Alyssa had overheard information about us, and when she found out that kids in her school were involved with perverts trolling chat sites, she decided they required a different kind of justice than they would get from her father.

In the end, she was right because it turned out that the sick bastard she led us to was involved in human trafficking and drugs as well. I’d taken him to a building owned by a brother, Dash, who owned a cleaning company—with an unadvertised specialty in crime scenes. Like when the fucker pissed me off, and I put a bullet through his head. A .45 cartridge with a hollow point bullet made a fucking mess.

But it hadn’t stopped there. The asshole had a brother who was just as demented, and we’d had to track him to a crack house and take him out as well. At just the right moment, we tipped the police off to the presence of the crack house—which was right down the block from the police station and pretty fucking obvious as to what it was. The fact that it had been so clearly overlooked suggested the sheriff had some cops on an alternative revenue stream.

But that was a problem for another day. We’d just snatched the douchebag and left out the back door when the sheriff came into the backyard and pretended he hadn’t seen us.

We walked through the yards to the next street over, where a van waited to take the unconscious druggie, then headed back to our bikes parked near the police station up the road. Since we’d been forced to go after the guy in broad daylight, we’d parked there to give ourselves a shallow alibi, having people assume we were in the station at the time of the raid.

“Bear,” Dash barked. I stopped and turned, waiting for him to catch up. We began walking again as he relayed a conversation he’d overheard inside.

“They go to school with Alyssa, and I’m guessing they were the source of her intel. They’ve put the pieces together and suspect her as the snitch. The little shits were talking about raping her and fucking her up with drugs, probably before they took her to whoever is in charge of the ring.”