Warrant (Righteous Outlaws #1)
Savannah Rylan
A Righteous Outlaws MC novel
Cash
I fucking hated doctor's offices. Nothing but a bunch of sick people who looked like shit. The place smelled like antiseptic and disease. I shifted in my seat, waiting for my name to be called. I wasn't sick, but I had to pretend to be in order to get business done.
A kid with a mop on his head, and drool spewing down his chin, walked toward me, but his mother grabbed his arm and yanked him away from me, using her body as a barrier between us. She looked at me in disgust, her eyes lingering on the ink on my neck. Her lip curled, and I wondered what disgusted her more: the wings going up both sides of my neck, or the skeleton of the bird. Her gaze followed the curve of the wing up my neck, and then her eyes met mine.
I wiggled my tongue at her as if her pussy was in front of me. I bet it was sweet, too. She looked like an upper class bitch that spent all her husband's money on keeping her pussy smooth and her skin tight.
She gasped, and scooped her kid up, before hurrying to the other side of the waiting room. I laughed and kicked my boot up onto my knee, drumming my fingers on the worn jeans.
The door opened, and a little piece of ass stepped out, holding the door with her back. "Cash Logan?" she said, and I nodded. "Doctor Harrington will see you now."
I stood up, pulling my cut back into place, and followed the piece of ass into an exam room. She pointed to the table, and I sat my ass down, as she went over to the blood pressure cuff. My eyes focused on her ass, and I wondered what it looked like beneath the pink scrubs.
She turned and I lifted my head back up, pushing my hair out of my face and smiled. "Work here long?" I asked, when really I wanted to ask her to strip out of those scrubs and hop on my cock. I'd give her the ride of her damn life.
"Next month will be a year," she said, as she wrapped the blood pressure cuff around my arm. The door flew open and we both turned to see who it was, though I knew before I even looked.
The doctor stepped in, with a death glare on me. He appeared calm and reserved when speaking to the assistant, but I could see the fear hiding in his eyes. The nervous shake in his hands as he took my chart and pretended to review. He smiled at her, and took hold of the cuff pump. "Kara, I have this. You can go to exam room three, and help Mrs. Silverstein."
"You sure?"
"Yeah, you sure, doc?" I repeated with a cocky smile.
‘Yes," he said, but this time his cool, calm demeanor was unnerved.
"No problem, doctor," she said, and, she walked out. Harrington looked both ways down the hallway before easing the door shut, obviously making sure no one would hear our conversation.
I ripped the cuff from my arm, and stood up, lifting up a lid off of one of the canisters on the counter.
He snatched the lid out of my hand. "What the fuck are you doing here? I told you not to show up during office hours," he snarled as he slammed the lid back on the canister.
"We just need a few scripts to hold us over. Our shipment from Mexico got stalled." Fucking Feds confiscated the entire fucking shipment, and nailed our supplier. Prez was in the middle of securing a new one, but, until then, we needed something to keep money coming in and to pacify our clientele. It was fucking piss compared to what we were used to, but it was better than nothing, and the good ole' doctor here owed us.
"That's not my fucking problem," he seethed through clenched teeth.
"Oh, but it is," I reminded him, and dragged my hand along the surface of the counter. "We did a favor for you, so now you do a favor for us. You know how this works, Doc."
"I already have." He stood tall in his faked confidence, and I found it amusing. He was about as scary as a bunny in a dark alley. I bet he didn't even know how to throw a punch or shoot a gun. Probably coddled his whole life by his family and society. He really had no idea the shit that he stepped in when he got involved with the Righteous Outlaws of Black Hills.
I shrugged, and then plopped my ass back onto the table. "True." I adjusted my cut, so the top of my Glock was visible. A silent reminder that the Righteous Outlaws always got what they wanted. His confidence waned as his eyes took in the custom skull grips. "But, too bad for you, you made a deal with the devil."
Anger clouded his face. "Is that supposed to be some kind of threat?"
"Take it as you see fit."
Harrington came at me, finger pointing at my face. "Don't you come into my office and threaten me!"
I pushed his hand away as if it were a mere gnat. He's lucky I was in a good mood today, or I would break every fucking finger on that goddamned hand. Instead, I let it go. "See, I don't look at it as a threat. Just a friendly reminder between allies."
"Don't!" he yelled then caught himself. He stepped back, tugging at the collar of his shirt before smoothing a hand down the front buttons and straightening his white coat. He leaned into me, the veins in his neck straining and working overtime. "I'm not your ally and I never will be." He grabbed the pad out of his coat pocket and thrust it at me. "Now, get the fuck out and don't come back."
I took the prescription pad, and put it in my jeans pocket. "Pleasure doing business with you, doc." I patted his shoulder, and his entire body went stiff.
His eyes landed on my hand, and his lip curled back. "I said get out."
I held my hands up in front of me, and backed toward the door. I covered my Glock before heading out of the exam room, and back into the waiting room. The woman with the kid was still there, and I gave her a suggestive wink as I passed.
She hugged her kid closer to her, placing her hand on his head and quickly turning her back to me. She'd probably be boring as hell in bed anyway. Girls like her were too vanilla for my blood. I liked them dirty and willing.
Outside, I got on my bike and checked my phone. One missed call. I checked my voicemail and listened as Phil, one of the original club members, gave an address of a drop off. When the fuck did I become the bitch?
I didn't do drop offs. It was beneath me. I wasn't a fucking prospect, trying to gain my place. I did that shit years ago. I was in charge of collecting past due payments on loans, and making sure the local businesses paid their dues. It was a respectable job within the club and I loved watching people shit themselves when I walked in their door.
Phil was out of his goddamned mind if he thought I was going to start doing bitch work. He could have Stumpy or Byrd take care of this stupid shit. I had better things to be doing tonight, like sinking my cock into some club whore.
I dialed Phil back, and he answered on the second ring.
"Since when am I some low man on the totem pole? I haven't done deals in eight goddamned years, and I ain't about to start back up again either."
"Too fucking bad for you. They found a body just off the highway, and the cops have planted their asses outside our doors while they investigate. If I send one of the prospects out, he'll get tailed, and we'll all be screwed. It's just one drop off. He was buying a good portion of our shit from Mexico so, in the meantime, while me and Phil work that shit out we need to hold him over. "
"Whose body was it?"
"According to Stanson, it's a Montamos. Two bullet wounds to the chest."
Our alliance with Stanson, the local sheriff, gave us information before the public received it. He had been working with the Righteous Outlaws since the nineties when Phil saved his ass from getting killed by a Montamos. As long as we continued to protect our town from them, he turned the other cheek.
"Talk to Stanson, and tell his men to stand down."
"This is the third body in two weeks. The Feds are now involved."
"Fuck," I muttered. "Well, shit. I guess I have no choice then. What's the address?"
"It's at a bar called The Watering Hole. You'll be meeting up with a guy named Ricky. He's good for whatever you were able to get from the doctor."
"All I got was his pad."
"Then, you better start writing prescriptions, and stopping at every drug store along the way."
"This is bullshit," I stated. "You better have some Jack and a naked bitch waiting for me when I get back."
"You can count on it. And Cash?"
"Yeah, Phil?"
"Thanks."
"Anything for the club," I said, then slipped my phone into my pocket and took off to the beginning of a very long day.
Cash
I tilted the bottle to my lips, and let the cold liquid pour down. It was the never ending fucking day, and I just wanted to get back to my part of town, but I needed a beer. Having my drop off at a bar was pretty damn convenient, and I was taking advantage of it.