AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Be careful with Knight. He’s sneaky.”
“Don’t worry about it.”
“Well, I feel bad about you giving up your good luck stash in the glove box, so I was thinking maybe you could start a new stash.” I handed him the red thongs I’d managed to discreetly shimmy off behind the car. His gaze shifted from my offering to my face. His eyes grew heated as his tongue darted out to lick his bottom lip, then his hand glided over my backside. I could feel the warmth of his palm as it moved over the thin material.
“Now, how am I supposed to concentrate knowing you’re bare under that dress?” He tugged on the hem of the skirt.
“Well, just think, the faster you win the race, the faster you’ll have access to what’s underneath.”
“If it wasn’t for that shitbag, Knight. I would already be inside you right now.” Then he kissed me hungrily and I wrapped one leg around his waist. “Here, let me show you something.” He stepped back and opened the glove box. It was completely empty except for my pale pink panties. I narrowed my eyes when he grinned back at me.
“Mack.”
“What can I say, I’m superstitious,” he said with a shrug and a wink, threw in my red thongs, and then closed the little door. “I hope you didn’t need those back.” When I swatted him on his chest playfully he pulled me toward him and pressed his nose into the curve of my neck and inhaled.
Out of nowhere blue lights were flashing as tires screeched around us. We were totally surrounded by police officers getting out of their cars and shouting for people to get onto the ground. When I tried to follow instructions Mack pulled me back up.
“No, Jonna,” he said angrily then turned to the line of officers. “Rollins, this has nothing to do with her. Take me.” He raised his arms out to his sides. Detective Rollins stepped forward with a shit-eating grin on his face.
“With pleasure. Turn around,” he commanded as he roughly gathered Mack’s wrists together. “Adam King, you are under arrest for?.?.?.”
Adam?
“Illegal street racing, loan sharking, possession of firearms?.?.?.” Mack’s eyes met mine as Rollins led him to the back of a police car.
“Mack,” I called after him as Tayia ran up to stand beside me. I watched as the officers pushed his head down as they shoved him into the car then slammed the door closed. The windows were dark so I couldn’t see him.
“Mack,” I repeated much louder as I tried to step forward, but Tayia wrapped her arms around me, stopping my movement. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I stood and watched helplessly as the car drove away.
Next, the red Mustang was being loaded onto the back of a tow truck and carried away in the same direction. We all stood around, completely stunned for a while, not sure what to do.
“Well, that’s unfortunate.” I turned to see Knight stepping into the middle of the crowd. “Is this a bad time to bring up the rules of forfeit? We had set up a clear callout and it looks like one of the racers is unable to fulfill his end of the deal. This, by all rules set forth by the man himself, makes me the new King of the Carolinas.” Then Knight proceeded to laugh in a sinister way that caused my blood to boil. It was all his fault! Mack was caught in the act because he couldn’t secure both sides of the road, and Knight had demanded a race tonight. That’s when I knew all of this was planned. Rollins might not have been able to fully convince Woody to turn, but he was able to get to Knight.
“You dirty son of a bitch!” I screamed.
“Now, now. Let’s not get emotional here. I feel like King would have wanted it this way.” He placed a hand over his heart mockingly, and I saw red. Suddenly I was on top of Knight wailing on him with my fists. I was faintly aware of people trying to intervene and tugging me back, but I was all arms and legs as I swung at any and everything.
“Jonna!” Drew was carrying me away as I struggled against him. “Stop it. Enough.” But I couldn’t. I wanted to fight for Mack, against the anger I felt. I’d just lost him and there wasn’t anything I could do about it.
Chapter Nineteen
“I’m here to see Mack, er, um, Adam King,” I said to the man behind the glass. It took me two weeks to locate Mack. I didn’t know where Rollins had taken him. I called every jailhouse I could find in South Carolina, but he wasn’t listed, and the prison employees weren’t exactly known for their helpful customer service.
“Your name?”
“Jonna Fox.”
The guard nodded then began typing information into the computer. I glanced around at other people in the room behind me. There were mostly women. Some older, some who seemed very young. I knew each had a story. I’m sure most were there to see their sons, brothers, or husbands, plus there were a few children in the room probably there to visit their fathers and it made my heart ache. I’d been putting off taking a pregnancy test for two days now. I thought about the possibility of having to bring my baby here to see his or her father and tears stung my eyes. It wasn’t the life I wanted.
“Ma’am?” The person behind the glass called out as he glared at me impatiently.
“Yes, sorry.”
“That inmate doesn’t have you on his visitation list.”
“What?”
“That inmate doesn’t have?.?.?.” he began to repeat louder this time like I was deaf.
