Riot
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Riot(Predators MC, #1)
by
Jamie Begley Prologue
“How many?” Creed asked.
“There are a hundred in each crate, twelve crates in total.”
Creed nodded toward one of his men, who moved forward to open a crate.
There was a touch of unease he was feeling, bringing his instincts to alert. Ice sat, watching the deal go down between the two arms dealers while carefully surveying his surroundings. Something didn’t feel right. The building at the train depot was dark, which wasn’t what was grating on his nerves. Several of his men were spread out, hidden, making sure the transaction went down safely for both of the dealers.
He turned his head, seeing Jackal changing positions. His enforcer felt it, too. Ice’s hand went behind his back to where he kept his gun hidden by his leather vest, which bore the name of the motorcycle club he ruled with an iron fist.
The Predators owned Queen City. There wasn’t a deal that went down they didn’t okay and get their share of the profits from. Which was why he was sitting here instead of being back at his clubhouse in bed with a woman and a bottle of tequila.
A flicker of movement had him stiffening as he leaned against a large crate. Ice’s sharp gaze caught it again at the same time as one of Creed’s men looked nervously over his shoulder.
“Fuck!” Ice said under his breath. With a wave of his hand, Ice gave his order. The meet was over. “Creed, we’ve got company.”
The men scattered like rats when the police swarmed the large building. Ice didn’t try to run; he stepped forward when Creed ran by him, bringing his gun down on the shoulder of the cop chasing him, allowing Creed to escape into the darkness. The cop fell to his knees.
“Drop your weapon! Now!”
Ice dropped his gun. He hadn’t managed to live the life he had by being stupid, but he wasn’t going to go down like a pussy, either.
Utilizing a tactic he had used during his football days, he lowered his shoulders and barreled into the three cops heading toward him, taking all of them down to the dirty concrete floor, trying to buy time for more of his men to get away. The more it took to keep him restrained, the less there were to chase after the ones fleeing.
Taser prongs latched onto his shoulder, freezing every muscle in his body as the cops regained control of the situation. Ice was only able to lay helpless as he was roughly cuffed and dragged to his feet between two cops to a waiting squad car.
Jackal, Max, Buzzard, and Fade were cuffed and placed in cars behind the one he was taken to. His eyes met Jackal’s briefly before a SWAT vest cut off his view. Ice’s lips tightened when he saw the fucker slam Jackal’s head against the roof of the car before throwing him inside.
The front driver door opened and a plain-clothed detective slid into the front seat. “I didn’t think I would live to see the day I would have you in the backseat of my car.”
The gloating face staring back at him had Ice wishing his hands were free.
“You didn’t do it on your own, Slater. You can’t piss unless someone’s holding your dick for you.”
Slater Richman had been trying to find charges to press against him since he had joined the force seven years ago.
The gloating expression was replaced with anger. “Doesn’t change the fact that you’re there. You and the rest of the Predators are going to have some fun in prison. You’re going to miss all the women back at your clubhouse. I might need to stop by and see if they’re lonely after a couple of months.”
“You do that.” The women who belonged to the Predators would cut off his dick and shove it up his fat ass. “Tell them I sent you.”
Pure malice stared back at Ice. “I’m going to make sure you and your men don’t get out of these charges like you have the other times. The new DA isn’t on your payroll yet, so I’m going to enjoy sitting in that court room and watching you go down.”
Ice leaned back against the seat, refusing to talk to the blustering fuck-wad any further.
Unable to get a response, the cop put the car in drive and pulled out with the other squad cars following.
It had been a long time since he had been locked up. He had pulled an eighteen-month stint in his early twenties, which had been fifteen years ago. He had been lucky then, being incarcerated just outside Queen City. His brothers and bitches had visited regularly. This time, he knew he would receive a longer stretch and be sent to a different prison.
Ice watched the city pass outside the car window, knowing it would be a long time before he saw it again.
Chapter 1
“I’m not going to do it, so you might as well fire me now.” Grace put her paperwork in her briefcase before slamming the lid closed.
“Will you calm down and listen to me for five minutes?”
“No, Ross, I won’t! Because there is nothing you could possibly say to change my mind.” Grace picked up her briefcase, attempting to step around her department head, but he forestalled her by taking her by her arms and pushing her down into a chair.
“There are only the three of us in the computer department. I can’t do it, because my schedule is full. I’m already overloaded by one class, and we both know CeCe can’t. It would be like putting a kid in a candy store. She would ruin the college’s reputation. She’s lucky to still even have her job after last semester.”
Grace forced herself to take deep, calming breaths. “You cannot seriously expect me to teach classes at that prison. The Grange is maximum-security. I won’t do it. I’ll teach your courses, and you take the classes at the prison.”
“I thought of that, but you’re not qualified to teach the classes we could switch out yet.”
“Damn it. Then let CeCe teach them.”
Ross gave her a frustrated look. “After her affair with that student last semester, she’s fortunate Miller couldn’t replace her in time.”
Grace clutched her briefcase tighter against her stomach.
“There is no one else, Grace,” Ross’s voice softened. “The guards will be in the classroom with you the whole time. The college can’t afford to lose the revenue from the prison. How could we anticipate Mattie falling and breaking her hip? She’s taught the classes there the last five years. It’s a good program, helping a lot of men turn their lives around.”
“I don’t care. If they’re in prison, that’s where they deserve to be. They can stay there as far as I’m concerned,” Grace snapped.
“You don’t believe that.”
“Yes, I do,” she insisted.
“You’re the most kindhearted woman I know. How many dogs have you fostered?”
“That’s beside the point.”
“You volunteer for every cause.”
“You’re not going to change my mind, Ross.” Grace turned her head away, unable to stare at him any longer. He wasn’t only her boss; they had become friends during the five years she had worked at the small college. During her first year, he had attempted to date her, but when he had seen she wasn’t going to change her mind, they had become good friends. Now, he was engaged to another colleague who taught in the English department. “Hire someone else.”
“There’s not enough money in the budget. We had trouble barely keeping both you and CeCe. If you can’t do it, one of you will have to go, and I’ll have to hire someone willing to teach the class at the prison until Mattie can return.”
by
Jamie Begley Prologue
“How many?” Creed asked.
“There are a hundred in each crate, twelve crates in total.”
Creed nodded toward one of his men, who moved forward to open a crate.
There was a touch of unease he was feeling, bringing his instincts to alert. Ice sat, watching the deal go down between the two arms dealers while carefully surveying his surroundings. Something didn’t feel right. The building at the train depot was dark, which wasn’t what was grating on his nerves. Several of his men were spread out, hidden, making sure the transaction went down safely for both of the dealers.
He turned his head, seeing Jackal changing positions. His enforcer felt it, too. Ice’s hand went behind his back to where he kept his gun hidden by his leather vest, which bore the name of the motorcycle club he ruled with an iron fist.
The Predators owned Queen City. There wasn’t a deal that went down they didn’t okay and get their share of the profits from. Which was why he was sitting here instead of being back at his clubhouse in bed with a woman and a bottle of tequila.
A flicker of movement had him stiffening as he leaned against a large crate. Ice’s sharp gaze caught it again at the same time as one of Creed’s men looked nervously over his shoulder.
“Fuck!” Ice said under his breath. With a wave of his hand, Ice gave his order. The meet was over. “Creed, we’ve got company.”
The men scattered like rats when the police swarmed the large building. Ice didn’t try to run; he stepped forward when Creed ran by him, bringing his gun down on the shoulder of the cop chasing him, allowing Creed to escape into the darkness. The cop fell to his knees.
“Drop your weapon! Now!”
Ice dropped his gun. He hadn’t managed to live the life he had by being stupid, but he wasn’t going to go down like a pussy, either.
Utilizing a tactic he had used during his football days, he lowered his shoulders and barreled into the three cops heading toward him, taking all of them down to the dirty concrete floor, trying to buy time for more of his men to get away. The more it took to keep him restrained, the less there were to chase after the ones fleeing.
Taser prongs latched onto his shoulder, freezing every muscle in his body as the cops regained control of the situation. Ice was only able to lay helpless as he was roughly cuffed and dragged to his feet between two cops to a waiting squad car.
Jackal, Max, Buzzard, and Fade were cuffed and placed in cars behind the one he was taken to. His eyes met Jackal’s briefly before a SWAT vest cut off his view. Ice’s lips tightened when he saw the fucker slam Jackal’s head against the roof of the car before throwing him inside.
The front driver door opened and a plain-clothed detective slid into the front seat. “I didn’t think I would live to see the day I would have you in the backseat of my car.”
The gloating face staring back at him had Ice wishing his hands were free.
“You didn’t do it on your own, Slater. You can’t piss unless someone’s holding your dick for you.”
Slater Richman had been trying to find charges to press against him since he had joined the force seven years ago.
The gloating expression was replaced with anger. “Doesn’t change the fact that you’re there. You and the rest of the Predators are going to have some fun in prison. You’re going to miss all the women back at your clubhouse. I might need to stop by and see if they’re lonely after a couple of months.”
“You do that.” The women who belonged to the Predators would cut off his dick and shove it up his fat ass. “Tell them I sent you.”
Pure malice stared back at Ice. “I’m going to make sure you and your men don’t get out of these charges like you have the other times. The new DA isn’t on your payroll yet, so I’m going to enjoy sitting in that court room and watching you go down.”
Ice leaned back against the seat, refusing to talk to the blustering fuck-wad any further.
Unable to get a response, the cop put the car in drive and pulled out with the other squad cars following.
It had been a long time since he had been locked up. He had pulled an eighteen-month stint in his early twenties, which had been fifteen years ago. He had been lucky then, being incarcerated just outside Queen City. His brothers and bitches had visited regularly. This time, he knew he would receive a longer stretch and be sent to a different prison.
Ice watched the city pass outside the car window, knowing it would be a long time before he saw it again.
Chapter 1
“I’m not going to do it, so you might as well fire me now.” Grace put her paperwork in her briefcase before slamming the lid closed.
“Will you calm down and listen to me for five minutes?”
“No, Ross, I won’t! Because there is nothing you could possibly say to change my mind.” Grace picked up her briefcase, attempting to step around her department head, but he forestalled her by taking her by her arms and pushing her down into a chair.
“There are only the three of us in the computer department. I can’t do it, because my schedule is full. I’m already overloaded by one class, and we both know CeCe can’t. It would be like putting a kid in a candy store. She would ruin the college’s reputation. She’s lucky to still even have her job after last semester.”
Grace forced herself to take deep, calming breaths. “You cannot seriously expect me to teach classes at that prison. The Grange is maximum-security. I won’t do it. I’ll teach your courses, and you take the classes at the prison.”
“I thought of that, but you’re not qualified to teach the classes we could switch out yet.”
“Damn it. Then let CeCe teach them.”
Ross gave her a frustrated look. “After her affair with that student last semester, she’s fortunate Miller couldn’t replace her in time.”
Grace clutched her briefcase tighter against her stomach.
“There is no one else, Grace,” Ross’s voice softened. “The guards will be in the classroom with you the whole time. The college can’t afford to lose the revenue from the prison. How could we anticipate Mattie falling and breaking her hip? She’s taught the classes there the last five years. It’s a good program, helping a lot of men turn their lives around.”
“I don’t care. If they’re in prison, that’s where they deserve to be. They can stay there as far as I’m concerned,” Grace snapped.
“You don’t believe that.”
“Yes, I do,” she insisted.
“You’re the most kindhearted woman I know. How many dogs have you fostered?”
“That’s beside the point.”
“You volunteer for every cause.”
“You’re not going to change my mind, Ross.” Grace turned her head away, unable to stare at him any longer. He wasn’t only her boss; they had become friends during the five years she had worked at the small college. During her first year, he had attempted to date her, but when he had seen she wasn’t going to change her mind, they had become good friends. Now, he was engaged to another colleague who taught in the English department. “Hire someone else.”
“There’s not enough money in the budget. We had trouble barely keeping both you and CeCe. If you can’t do it, one of you will have to go, and I’ll have to hire someone willing to teach the class at the prison until Mattie can return.”
