Caleb:A Black Widow MC Romance(7)

Garcia laughed and ignored my hand. “They hired some chica to run this town. I knew Mendoza was an idiot.”



This town was going to need a wake-up call. I disregarded his remark and motioned for him to sit down. Garcia glanced behind and noticed two armed guards at the door. I knew he wouldn't try anything in the middle of a police station but I wanted him to know that I didn't take chances.



The biker reluctantly sat down and crossed his arms. “Look Mr. Garcia, I know we're enemies here. But we have one thing in common: a desire to see less blood on the streets. I know about your upcoming war with the Black Widow MC and I want to try and stop it. I didn't come here to try and shut any of of the MC's down. I know I need to work with them to make sure this town runs smoothly. But I can't have innocents dying on my watch.”



Garcia listened intently and leaned forward when my speech was over. His right eye twitched and I wondered what happened to his left. “Listen here, puta, I don't work with the cops. I kill cops. The Black Widow MC is going down and there's nothing you can do to stop it.” Garcia pushed my desk and made me jump out of my seat. The two armed guards rushed into the room but I waved them away. “Better sleep with one eye open, Sheriff.”



That meeting was a disaster. A woman running this town was going to be harder than I thought. So many preconceived notions that women are trash that are only to be used for sex. I'd have a long uphill battle to change everyone's minds.



My watch read 9:30 AM which meant I still had a little time before the President from Black Widow showed up. I pulled out the MC folder and found Mason's file. He was older than Garcia and his rap sheet was almost non-existent—a few speeding tickets, breaking-and entering, and illegal use of firearms. He spent six months in jail but that was it. Either this guy was a saint or knew how to cover his tracks. He'd been President of Black Widow for a long time and probably racked up a lot of bodies.



Moore came in and looked nervous. Sweat was beading on his brow and he kept fiddling with his glasses. “The President of the Black Widow MC is here.”



“Well you don't have to be shaking in your boots. He's not going to kill anyone. Man up, Moore.”



Moore kicked his feet together and saluted. “Yes, Sheriff.” He marched out of my office and I couldn't help but laugh a little. He was the only man I could trust in this whole town and he barely had any brains.



I closed the Black Widow MC file when a towering figure entered the office. He wasn't Mason. I expected a tired old man. This guy was younger with shoulder-length blond hair and sleeves of tattoos on his arms. He was built like an ox and wore jeans with the famous motorcycle club leather cut. What was so cool about motorcycles and leather?



“I was expecting the President of the Black Widow MC,” I stated.



“And I was expecting the Sheriff of Sacks County,” he replied, sitting down in the chair. He leaned back and put his boots on my desk, knocking over the few pictures I had. “Where's Mendoza?”



I tried my best to ignore his monstrous display of manners. “Mendoza retired. I'm the new Sheriff.”



“Well isn't that funny. I thought the man would die before giving up his badge.”



I shifted my legs underneath the desk. “So where's Mason? I need to speak to Black Widow MC leader.”



The stranger pointed at his left breast, tapping on a white patch that said: President. “Ours retired too. I'm the new leader of Black Widow, Caleb Taylor.” Caleb squinted his eyes and read my name tag. “Emily White, a female sheriff isn't going to last long here.”



I felt like taking out my gun and shooting him in the leg. That would show him who's in charge. The name Caleb sounded familiar. I mentally scrolled through the list of Black Widow members and remembered Caleb as the Vice-President.



“Well since we got that squared away, can we get on with business?” I asked.



Caleb grinned. “By all means, Sheriff.” His dark eyes looked right into mine and then down my neckline.



Every man I'd encountered in Sacks had checked me out. Wasn't much different than LA. Except here, it felt like the men actually believed I'd be that easy. I took down some notes in the Black Widow file. “Caleb, I'm sure you're aware that The Death Merchants are about to wage war.” I waited for him to acknowledge it but he just kept on staring at me. “I want to keep this town safe and I was hoping that we could work together. Maybe stop this war before it starts.”



Caleb's eyes were glazed over. His lips were partly open and breathing heavily. Was this guy even listening to me? I pounded my fist on the desk and Caleb blinked, waking from his daydream. “You're not paying attention.”