“How dare you talk to my fiancée like that.” The Mayor’s head shot back in shock. “Who do you think you are?”
“I’m a police officer trying to do her job, but instead, I’m getting asked questions that I shouldn’t be,” Lana replied. “Now if we are finished, I need to get back to what’s important.” When nothing else was said, Lana turned to go back the way she came.
Adam noted when Sid came into the room; surprisingly, he stood back, allowing Lana to handle her business. However, he could tell Sid was cocked and ready if she needed him. Glancing at the three men who were still handcuffed on the couch and looking relieved, pissed Adam off. It was as if they figured they had been forgotten. Taking a step in their direction, Adam growled and showed his fangs just to put them on edge again. Yeah, the Warriors taught him well.
“Oh, I’m far from finished.” The Mayor’s face was red with anger, his nostrils flared. “You can hand in your badge now. You are fired.”
Lana stopped turning slowly. “I’m fired for doing my job?”
“No, for insubordination. I’m saving myself a call to your Chief and taking care of the problem now.” The Mayor took a threatening step closer to Lana after pulling away from Alice. He stopped when Sid suddenly appeared at Lana’s back, his face furious.
“Can he do that?” Adam asked Sloan, who stood surprisingly silent.
“Yes, unfortunately, he can.” Sloan replied, his tone dead serious.
“Officer, take her badge and gun.” The Mayor ordered, snapping his fingers at him and pointing toward Lana.
Lana looked at the reluctant officer and shook her head before looking back at Mayor Tom Ferguson. Reaching behind her, she removed her gun from the waist of her jeans, making sure the safety was on.
“I really don’t think I can let you shoot him, babe,” Sid said loud enough for everyone to hear. A few snickers erupted, but was smothered out real quick when the Mayor eyeballed the room, looking for who was laughing.
“How dare you threaten me!” he sputtered in outrage.
“Calm down before you have a stroke. I wouldn’t waste a bullet on you,” Lana hissed, unsnapping her badge. Passing the officer who waited for her to hand him her stuff, she walked right up to the Mayor shoving her gun and badge into his chest. “Oh, and just for the record, I never voted for you.”
“You will never work as an officer of the law again,” he growled in her face.
Even though Adam’s mind was filled with Angelina, hot anger boiled his blood for Lana. He wanted nothing more than to knock the Mayor on his ass. He could tell she was upset, but by damn, she hid it well. Actually, Sid looked more upset than Lana at that moment. He felt Sloan prime himself just in case Sid needed to be stopped from killing the asshole. Adam followed suit.
“You’re doing me a favor,” Lana replied, her face blank of any emotion. “I don’t want to be a part of ruining this town and that’s exactly what you are going to do.”
“I’m going to make this town better,” he preached, as if he was politicking for votes. “Mark my words.”
“And what’s your first step?” Lana spat out, her eyes narrowing dangerously. “Rounding up all half-breeds and putting them in concentration camps.”
Adam’s head snapped back at that. He had seen the papers, but he had no idea any of that was coming down. His eyes shot to the Mayor who was busy sputtering in outrage.
“And who are you getting your information from?” He looked nervously around the room at the Warriors present. “You have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Is that so?” Lana sneered, her eyes going to Alice. “Well, my information came from a very reliable source, who heard your, whatever she is, bragging. Not very politically correct, Mayor.”
“Get out of here!” he ordered, pointing toward the door. “You’ve been fired and I want you out before I have you arrested.”
“Yeah, about that.” Sloan finally stepped forward. He looked down at Lana. “You’re a hell of a cop Lana and the VC Warriors would be proud to offer you a position.”
A slow smile spread across Lana’s face before she frowned. “Who would be my boss?” She glanced behind her and looked at Sid whose grin slipped as he narrowed his eyes at her.
“Me.” Sloan didn’t smile or frown; he looked pissed.
“Deal.” Lana stuck out her hand. “So what do you need me to do, boss?”
Sloan shook her hand and nodded toward the direction she came. “Finish what you were doing.”
“Yes, sir.” Lana couldn’t help shooting a parting grin at Tom Ferguson and then Alice who looked ready to spit nails. “And I will fill you in about what I’ve heard these two are planning and trying to get passed into law.”