Chapter 1 Wolf's POV:
A/N Hi guys, I have decided to rewrite the second book of Jupiter’s MC series, I hope you like the new version. I am working to have the full version completed and in for publishing for Galatea by the end of January. I will let you know on my wall when it will be released.
-AJ. :)
-AJ. :)
Wolf's POV:
I don't know who has the guts to blow up one of my warehouses, but they will regret it. I pull my bike up outside the warehouse with the fire brigade standing around waiting for my arrival; one of the brothers is a part of the local fire brigade; Zeus is the one who called it in; he is only 20 but knows everything there is to know about fires and explosives. He is the first one to run over to me to brief me on the situation; he is halfway through explaining how badly the warehouse was damaged when a faded red 1976 Torana SS pulls up beside my bike, the sound of the masterpiece makes all of our heads turn, I am half expecting an old guy covered in tattoos to step out, but I am quickly proven wrong when a short, petite woman steps out with a scowl on her face.
I don't think I have seen a more beautiful woman; her fierce golden brown eyes remind me of a lion about to pounce on its prey; her long dark hair had me questioning if it was black or blue. A two-piece pantsuit hid her slim but noticeably toned body; I was on my path back up towards her face when I heard a loud throat clearing; my eyes snapped back up to meet her fierce gaze, which had turned from a look of annoyance into one disgust. It takes me a moment to realise that that disgust is aimed at me; snapping out of my trance, I clear my throat and move towards her, "Sorry, the press isn't welcome here. If you have any questions, consider them all to be answered, no comment." I sound like an asshole, but I don't like people sniffing around in club business when they have no business doing so. A look of pure rage crosses her face; she looks sexy when she is mad; shit, I shouldn't be thinking that.
I see the woman reach for her wallet; great, she will try and pay us off for a story. I am about to call Axel over to get here to piss off, as he is the most diplomatic out of all of us when it comes to the press when she opens her wallet and shows me the shiny badge attached to it. Fuck! She is a cop; she looks too hot to be a cop; she is the sexiest cop I have ever seen. I can't help but stare at her and her badge, dumbfounded; she stands looking at me, waiting for me to say something; I am speechless right now, which doesn't happen often; she seems to run out of patience because she begins to speak, "I am detective Violet Andrews, I am the new detective in town. Are you the owner of the warehouse?" Her voice is firm and fierce like her eyes, but it is smooth like honey; I can't help but hang onto every word that she speaks; I am broken out of my silent streak by Zeus nudging me; it is only then that I realise that she had aimed that question at me, clearing my throat I try to sound cool; I don't think I succeeded, "Yes, that is me; my name is Wolf. Sorry for my rudeness; we aren't used to new law enforcement around here." I see her anger and disgust slowly evaporate and be taken over by a cold and professional persona; she holds her hand out for me to shake, which I gladly oblige; her handshake is firm, but her hands are soft except for a few calluses from holding a gun; I feel a small zap of electricity hit my hand when our hands connect, she quickly lets my hand go as soon as she can, by the look on her face she felt it too.
It is my turn to clear my throat, breaking her silence, "I have a couple of questions for you regarding the case; are you free to answer them for me?" Usually, I am all for cooperating with the town law enforcement as it builds strong connections and friendships; For some reason, I wouldn't say I like the idea of her being involved even though she can handle herself. Even though we just met, I don't like the idea of her being in danger; maybe it's because she is female; another reason could be I don't like new law enforcement officers in town coming in and demanding answers. "Look, sweetheart; we have this covered. You don't need to investigate something you have no idea about; that is how law enforcement around here gets hurt or, worse, killed. So if you know what's good for you, get back into that sweet ride and high tail it down that road to the station." I turn as if to dismiss her, but I feel her grab my arm and pull me around to face her; the look of pure rage is back, "Excuse me? I am here because someone called the case to the station, where it landed on my desk. I am not leaving until you answer my questions; if you refuse to answer, I will arrest you for obstruction of justice; do I make myself clear?"
I know I should be pissed at how she is speaking to me, and all the brothers have stopped, waiting to see my reaction; they know I hate arrogant people more than anything. I turn back towards her fully, trying to keep a neutral expression, this look usually sends even the toughest of men running in the other direction, but she stares back with a visible challenge. She won't back down; I nod and move towards the side of the building where I know we won't be heard; I walk away and listen to her sigh in relief. Once we reach there, I lean my back against the wall and wait for her to speak; she stands there staring at me expectantly; I can't help but chuckle and shake my head, "How am I meant to answer your questions if you don't ask them, sweetheart?" A look of disgust crosses her face, "Well, for one, I was waiting for you to fight me more about the questioning, and secondly, don't ever call me 'sweetheart' ever again, you sexist pig." She has fire; I give her that. Nodding, I wait for her to start asking her questions; seeing that I am waiting, she begins, "Do you know who would want to harm you or your club?" I can't help but chuckle at the typical question; she rolls her eyes and glares at me as if challenging me to answer the question, "The club has a few old rivals that occasionally like to pop up from the woodwork and cause a hassle to remind others of their power. I wouldn't overthink it; it was just an old, empty warehouse, a couple of years away from being torn down to be rebuilt as a business or turned into a property."
Frustration crossed her features again; she didn't like my answer, "That is not the point; that explosion could have killed someone or caused a fire that continued onto the town; people could have lost their homes. Would you be the one responsible for all those people losing their homes? If you know who caused it, you must tell me." Her fierce attitude is starting to get annoying. Her demanding to know answers when she has no business knowing is beginning to piss me off, "Look, Ms Andrews, I know the impacts it could have on this town, and if it had caused any harm to anyone in the town, I would have taken action. I don't know exactly who did it, so I won't tell you because I can't tell you for sure. This is how this life goes; if you want to arrest me for something, go ahead; I won't stop you but know this, I will be let go as soon as I enter the station. Don't waste more time here; I am sure you have better things to do than bother an MC for answers we will not provide. If that is all, Goodbye." I don't wait for a reply and head back towards my bike; once I have mounted it, I look behind me to see her watching me leave with a shocked look. Taking off down the road, I head towards the Raptors MC clubhouse to ask the president, who I grew up with, if he heard anything about an attempt of an attack on the club; it isn't long before I hear the rumble of the old Torana behind me; if this is how she wants to play, then she can gladly waste her time.
