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“Dad, I’m getting arrested again. I need you to come,” he quickly spilled into the line.
The cop lunged around me, and Arsen pulled the phone down, jamming it back in his pocket.
The officer slapped some cuffs on him, and his friend did the same to me.
And then for the second time in a week, we got escorted into the back of a cop car.
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Arsen
What—and I cannot stress this enough—the fuck?
I didn’t know what kind of shady, half-assed attempt of a setup this was, but there was going to be consequences for this shit. Big ones.
They separated us. The dicks. Put me in one car and Matthew in the other. Probably did it just because they could. Good times for the boys in blue, except now Matthew was alone. All I could do was sit there and recall his wide-eyed panic as they pushed him into the back of the squad car. Gone was the flush in his cheeks from a good fuck, replaced with a vapid pallor that was equal parts worrying and rage-inducing.
Rotating in the seat, I stared out the back window at the cruiser carrying him, trying to catch even a glimpse of his silhouette.
“Keep your eyes ahead,” the asshole ordered from the driver’s seat, and I ignored him. In retaliation, he flipped on the obnoxious siren, hit the gas, and sped around not two but three cars before sliding back into traffic, silencing the siren and resuming normal speed. My jaw locked, and I fired a stare that rivaled the heat in hell at the rearview mirror.
His smirk reached his eyes.
“Don’t worry, bro,” I heard myself say. “Someday the other one will drop.”
It took him a minute, which only proved my opinion of him, but then anger smothered the smirk in his stare. “Think you’re funny, don’t you?”
No. I think I sound like Kruger.
Forgetting about the power-tripping cop, I sprawled farther into the seat and slowly, quietly worked the cell phone out of my jeans pocket. If he didn’t want me to use it, he should have cuffed my hands behind my back and confiscated it.
Using my thumb to unlock it, I flicked a glance forward to make sure he wasn’t watching me anymore. With his eyes on the road, I pulled up the text Kruger sent me before. It was nothing but an eyeball emoji.
Arsen: It’s Arsen. You need to get to the police station.
Partway through typing up more detail, a reply appeared.
Kruger: OTW. Explain.
It wasn’t lost on me that Kruger said he was on the way before asking for an explanation.
Arsen: We got pulled over. Drugs in the car. They arrested us. OTW to the station now.
Kruger: Why isn’t my brother answering my texts!
Arsen: His phone is probably still in my car.
Which meant he had no way to play any music or ASMR through the AirPods in his ears.
Kruger: Put him on the phone.
Arsen: Can’t. Put us in diff cars.
Kruger: You know I’m gonna deck you for this, right?
Arsen: Yeah. Come get him first.
“Hey. What are you doing back there?” the cop asked.
