Free Sophia Hampton - Withdrawal (Satan's Cubs Motorcycle Club Book 2) by Unknown Page B

drinking at all, sir?” The way the cop said sir made it sound more like an insult and less like a common courtesy. He was sure there were droves of people in the state that behaved just the same way. He never had liked the south that much. He had no idea how southern California had become exempt from such behavior, but he was grateful that his home had its own brand of idiocy.
     
    “No, sir.” It came out as if he was talking to a drill sergeant or something, and Andy tried his best not to laugh. But he could feel his face cracking a smile. That’s all it was going to take to piss this guy off, something that Andy was so not interested in right then. He heard the sounds of motorcycles passing by, many of them in a lane farther to the left. Good, they were distancing themselves and were about to get away scot-free. At least he had that to be thankful for.
     
    The cop pulled a flashlight from his pocket, which seemed silly considering it was daylight outside. Andy guessed you didn’t have to take an IQ test to be an officer. The light was shined in his eyes, and Andy was pretty sure what the cop would see. It hadn’t been long enough since he did the line for it not to be obvious he’d done something. Sure enough, he could see the suspicion forming on the man’s face.
     
    “Would you like to volunteer what you have been doing, or would you like us to force it out of you at the station?” The state trooper hooked his thumb into his belt as if that would increase the intimidation. Something about the words we and station were apparently supposed to instill fear in Andy’s core. While they did not do that, though, Andy also didn’t want a confrontation of any kind.
     
    “I did a little cocaine, officer. It’s wearing off now, but I’m sure you’ll see it in the blood test that you’ll probably do at the station.” Andy spit the last word out in a mocking tone not meaning to. Maybe the cop didn’t catch the rudeness or maybe he’d ignore it. Hope was all Andy had left in that embarrassing turn of events.
     
    Andy held out his hands cooperatively to be cuffed, and the officer seemed happy to oblige. Andy swore the guy actually had a smile on his face, be it a strange and twisted one. The cop put on the cuffs just a little too tight, and Andy gritted his teeth in pain. At least he had escaped outing the whole team and the cartel. The pain was definitely worth that.
     
    The state trooper shoved him into the back of his vehicle and quickly drove off, disregarding any traffic laws. He just slid down the side of the highway with his lights on, going at least ten or fifteen over the speed limit. He was barely missing some of the larger cars on the way. Andy would have to remember to make a citizen’s arrest the next time he saw the guy, though he was pretty sure he never wanted to see him again.
     
    It didn’t take long to get him down to the county jail, a sad little place in the middle of nowhere. It reminded Andy of the jails with like two or three cells he saw in Western movies. It was totally a joke. The cop set him down on a bench and barked some orders to a woman in an office, probably telling her to order the damn blood test.
    Andy sat there for a long time as they took his blood and got him into the system, waiting on something to happen or change. He was ready to get his arraignment over with so that bail could be set and he could pay it. He’d probably have to beg to be allowed to go home, but that wasn’t below him at the moment. He got the feeling he was going to be doing a lot of begging in his life soon.
     
    Finally, he was put in a holding cell with a few others; people that looked like they’d been in a fight and then a young girl who had track marks all up and down her bare arms. It made him feel not as fucked up as he thought he was. He had a clarity that those others obviously didn’t have. In that moment, standing there in a jail cell, Andy knew he was in deep but that he had a lot to