Caleb:A Black Widow MC Romance(27)

My heart dropped. It had already begun. This plan needed to go into effect right away. “Moore, I need everyone here today. I mean everyone. We're going to raid the Mexicans.”



“What about...the shooting, Sheriff?” Moore stuttered.



“We already know who did it. Not much we can do there. Send two guys over to process the crime scene. The rest need to be here.”





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The raid turned out to be the biggest in Sacks County history. Millions of dollars of drugs were confiscated, weapons were taken off the street, illegal whorehouses were shut down. Twenty Death Merchant members were arrested. Our jail was filled to capacity and the judge was going to have a full plate.



The mayor held a press conference and this time I wasn't nervous as I took the stage. My position as Sheriff was confirmed and the people believed that I could really turn things around in this town. But what about Caleb and I?



A few days passed and I hadn't heard from him. My body longed for him and touching myself at night was the only way to relax. Was he just using me for my position? Now that the Mexicans were dealt with, was our business transaction over? Should I try and contact him? Too many questions and no answers.





Chapter Twenty-One





Caleb





The Mexicans were pretty much done with. Between the cops and the Blacks, they were almost completely decimated. The Death Merchants were far from out though. Other chapters would come to their rescue to defend their territory but they wouldn't be bothering us for much longer. The Black Widow MC was stronger than ever.



I thought I could forget about Emily and move on. Focus on the MC. I was the President now and I couldn't afford the distractions. But that bitch was stuck in my skull. Her soft lips against mine and my hard cock inside her was an unforgettable image.



After a meeting with the MC, everyone filed out and Mason stayed behind. “Everything going okay, Prez?”



“Things couldn't be better. I can't believe we were able to take down The Death Merchants.”



Mason slapped me on the back. “You did good, Caleb. We tried to work with the Mexicans during my time but there were too many differences between us. I'm glad it was you at the head of the table instead of me. Barely any blood was spilled. That's something to be proud of.”



“That means a lot coming from you. I always tried to think of what you would do in each situation.”



Mason laughed. “Well I think you did better than me, kid. But I think there's more going on in that head of yours.”



Mason could see straight through me. He had known me since I was a high-school troublemaker. I sighed. “I can't settle some things in my mind.”



Mason sat down at the meeting table and I joined him at the head. “Take my advice, Caleb, don't be like me and let the girl of your dreams pass you by. You're hardwired to fuck and forget but you don't want to be my age and wishing you did something different.”



“Fuck and forget...God damn, Mason, I tried to forget so hard.”



“Some people are meant to be forgotten. Others aren't. She sounds like a chick who shouldn't be forgotten. Now go get the fucking girl before I swoop in and steal her from you.” Mason pretended to jab me with his left hook in slow motion.



“Yeah I get the idea. Thanks for the advice.” We embraced and brushed off each other's leather cuts. “I'm glad you stayed, Mason. This club still needs you.”



He looked down at his leather gloves. “We'll see how long these old decrepit hands will let me ride.”



The chaos and confusion in my head was slowly clearing away. Mason was right. Why fight against my feelings. I asked Big Mike for a shot of whiskey to get some liquid courage. Time to go to the police station and take what's mine.



I walked outside and found Emily standing next to my bike. She was wearing her uniform but her brown hair was down, blowing in the wind. I watched the sun reflect off her pale skin and cursed at myself for waiting this long.



“I needed to talk to you, Caleb,” she said, her fists clenched at her sides. Tears were in her eyes but her face was full of determination.



I put my finger to her lips. “Shh...” I took her in my arms and kissed her like it had been a thousand years since we saw each other last. She melted away against me and Emily was finally all mine.





Epilogue





Emily





The aroma of the barbecue was like heaven on earth. The long picnic table in the back of the clubhouse was surrounded by the entire MC. The table was set up with plates, forks, knives, and napkins. We each had a cold beer sitting next to us, freshly opened.



Claire raised her bottle. “Who the fuck would have ever believed that the law would be sitting at the table with us. You're a beautiful soul, Emily, and we're glad you can put up with Caleb's fucked-up behavior.”