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Chapter Fifteen
"ATF, everybody stay calm." I looked up from the camera to see a tall, masculine woman standing at the entrance with several suited goons. "I'd get away from that camera if I were you Hitchcock."
I did as she asked and went to stand by Luann who put her arm around me. I noticed that a couple of her goons went to the office and the rest were searching everything. Luann was all business as she informed the ATF bitch about our current status. The bitch looked at me and gave me a thorough once over.
"What's your name sweetheart?" Her tone was congenial but it didn't stop me from wanting to rip her face off.
"Millicent Morrow." Her look of superiority turned into a predatory grin.
"The Princess and the Pornstar, this day just keeps getting better." Just then one of the goons came out of the office with our goody box. We had enough blow to keep Ecuadorean Cartels in the black for years to come and plenty of really good bud in the box. I had every intention of going down with the ship when I caught Luann's eyes. She wanted me to play ignorant.
"Let's take these ladies in for questioning. Cara Cara's closed." The goons separated us and put us in the back of two different sedans. I would have given anything at that moment to have Luann with me or to get a chance to call Juice.
Once we got to the police station I felt sick to my stomach. I had never had to see the inside of a cell and this was not the day to do so. I kept my head down as they brought me to a room for questioning. I worked out the stories in my head, hoping I had a snowball's chance in hell for deniability. I knew Luann would plead my ignorance and it was my job not to make a liar out of her.
"Millicent Gemma Morrow, daughter of Clarence "Clay" Morrow and Gemma Teller-Morrow, sister to Jackson "Jax" Teller and lover to Jean Carlos "Juice" Ortiz." She came in with a file in her hand and sat down across from me.
"Fiancée actually." Couldn't let her get her facts wrong.
"Even deeper than I initially thought. The point is that you are SAMCRO, I bet the secrets you have up in the pretty little head of yours could take down empires. At least one for sure." She gave me a condescending smile and I just gave her my best bored look.
"You done?" I asked as I started picking at my cuticles.
"The porn queen says that you didn't know about the box, yet you're her assistant. Hell you're her second in command. There's no way you didn't know about those party favors." She was fishing, obviously Luann had fed her the party line and I knew what to do.
"Look at my record Agent- um, we were never introduced." I didn't want to know her name but enjoyed reminding her of her oversight.
"June Stahl ATF, and I have looked at your record. You're squeaky clean, never even a speeding ticket. Not even trash in your Jeep. How does someone with your family have a record that clean?" She put her chin in her hand and looked thoughtfully at me. I sat forward to make like I was telling a secret.
"Because I'm a good girl Agent Stahl and my family's a good family. I knew nothing about the box in Luann's office; if I did you can bet I would have been dragged out of that environment. I have been very sheltered Agent Stahl, if there's anything to know about the club you can be sure that I don't know it. My Dad is very adamant about wanting me to stay the fuck out of club business, even when that business is just a charity ride. My man goes along with it, no use pissing off the Pres when you're screwing his little girl. Ask Deputy Hale, I'm clean and my Dad goes out of his way to make sure I stay that way." I sat back and crossed my arms over my chest.
"I see what you're saying Ms. Morrow but I don't buy it. You were born into this life and are marrying the club's Intelligence Officer. Do you want to be like Donna Winston, husband in jail, family in shreds?" She tried to look sympathetic and it took every shred of will power I had not to launch myself over the table and throttle her.
"Leave Donna the fuck out of this!" I managed to stop myself from leaping over the table but I couldn't stop my rage from finding an outlet.
"It seems that I've struck a nerve, yes I can see why you want to protect Donna Winston. She's your BFF, isn't she? Her and that sweet young thing from Nevada, Cherry? That's what the pictures look like anyway." She took out pictures of the three of us during our girl's only outings and my blood started to go cold and my heart beat faster.
"Don't bring them into whatever shitstorm you want to unleash, please. I don't know anything about anything, really I don't just please, leave them alone." I felt helpless and hopeless but I was a Madoc and a Morrow, we didn't turn tail and run, we fought.
"Oh they're in this Ms. Morrow, but I may be able to strike a deal if you exchange the right information." She thought she had me, she was wrong.
"I have nothing for you, better to be ignorant than a rat." She looked disappointed but it was an act.
"Very well Ms. Morrow. I'll leave you here for a while longer to see if I can change your mind." She walked out and a few minutes later David walked in with a can of soda and a bag of chips.
"You've been here a while, I thought I'd bring you something to eat." He sat across from me looking uncomfortable.
"Couldn't protect me from this, could ya cowboy?" I asked as I drank my soda and looked expectantly at him.
"I told her you didn't know anything, but she was like a kid at Christmas when she brought you in with Luann Delaney. When did you start working at the porn studio?" This time he looked at me for answers.
"After I got fired from the paper, you can't tell me that you're brother had nothing to do with that. He and Billy played golf every Sunday." I opened the chips and took one.
"Wouldn't surprise me, the name Morrow puts a bad taste in people's mouths. Listen, I'll do what I can to make sure you don't go behind bars, just tell me. Did you know about the drugs?" He kept his eyes on mine.
"The only drug I knew about was the medicinal marijuana I kept in my desk drawer. I have a card for that." He breathed a sigh of relief and got up.
"You'll be out within the hour; I'll call Ortiz to pick you up." He started to go out when I stopped him.
"Thank you David, really." He gave me an 'aw shucks' smile and went out the door. The club had Unser and I had Hale, things were looking up.
I leaned back in my chair and put my feet up on the table, trying to relax. I wound up trying at least a dozen variations of the same pose before I gave up and simply lay on the table with my hands behind my head. Just as I was getting comfortable the door opened and one of Unser's men poked his head in.
"Your ride's here." He held the door open as I hopped off the table and walked through the open door. He followed me down the hall and as we passed Stahl she gave me a triumphant smile and I gave her the one fingered salute. It was all I could do under the circumstances. When I got through the doors I saw Juice talking to David, they weren't fighting which was a good sign. I went down the stairs and eavesdropped, eager to glean anything I could from the conversation.
"Take her out of town for a while; I don't care where just somewhere where she can lie low. I'll make sure she's not on Stahl's radar anymore." Juice studied him as he pleaded his case.
"You trying to hook up with my Old Lady, Hale? It's the only reason I can think of for your interest in her." Juice got off of his bike and stood face to face with David.
"I'm not trying to "hook up" with Milla. You and I both know she's better than this shit, better than you. I don't want to see her dragged down. I thought you'd feel the same way." He didn't back away from Juice but he did bring the aggression down a notch.
"I agree with some of that, but everything you said proves that you don't know Milla. That ATF bitch is messing with her family, she won't back down. She is Gemma's daughter." I had to smile, my man knew me so well.
"Just do what you can Ortiz, neither of us wants to see Milla in prison." With that David turned around and saw me standing at the bottom of the steps he gave me a stern look and went up the steps behind me. I walked to my man who pulled me into his arms.
"You ok." He asked as he kissed the top of my head.
"Just take me home, I can't handle the clubhouse or anything. I want a long bath and a long cry." He nodded and held me tighter before he let me go and got on the bike. I took my helmet from his saddle bag and got on behind him, holding on for dear life.