Wicked Games 4

Chelsea

Ruin did his best to shield me from everything that was going on just like my dad had always done but as the day of Fenders funeral approached I knew he wouldn’t be able to for much longer. The police were always hovering about. Asking questions, taking statements. They had even questioned me. Much to Ruins dismay. He would have kicked off and gotten himself arrested if Cali hadn’t stepped in. The police hadn’t been happy about that. I was an adult, and just giving a statement. Why did I need a solicitor with me?

Cali had been spectacular. Almost icy in her calmness and they soon stopped asking her to leave.

I knew they were just doing their jobs. I completely understood that but I didn’t hold out much hope that they would find the person who pulled the trigger. I doubted they would even try very hard. We were bikers. Living in the grey area between what was right and wrong. Hell, most of the club had bypassed grey and gone straight to black. Or maybe red. Red was the colour