“Tommy, that’s enough. You have made your point,” Zenaya says, trying to defuse the situation, but he ignores her as hemoves around her and slams Davin against the wall. Korbin and I try to argue with the cunt as he slaps the cuffs on him.
“One last chance, let him go or I will be forced to take matters into my own hands, sheriff,” Zenaya states. Tommy scoffs and leads Davin out of the room.
“Fuck!” Koby yells, then slam his fist through the wall making Zenaya shriek in fright.
“I’ll make a call,” I announce as I stalk out of the room and pull my phone from my pocket. I walk outside and hit dial on Victor’s number. It rings three times before he answers.
“Brax, miss me already?”
I snort. “In your fucking dreams, cousin,” I reply.
“You sound pissed, what happened?”
“My…” I fumble over what to call Davin. I know he and Korbin are open with their relationship but what am I to him?
“Your what?” Victor pushes as Korbin comes to stand on the back porch with me. I place the call on speaker so he can listen in.
I lock eyes with my son as I answer my cousin. “My boyfriend just got arrested on bullshit charges by the sheriff.” I expect to see anger or jealousy in my son’s eyes, but all I see is pride. A whoosh of air escapes me at his acceptance. I fill Victor in on what happened and ask his advice about what to do next. It’s not like any cop is going to believe two fucking parolees over the town sheriff.
“I can be there in a few hours. Sit tight, okay? I’ll have Tiny, Trent and Zavier dig into this Tommy cunt and see what we can find.”
“Thanks, Vic. I owe you one.”
“You owe me nothing, cousin. Just make sure that nephew of mine is there so my boys can give him shit.” I chuckle, which just makes Korbin roll his eyes.
“Tell those two assholes I’ll be waiting for them,” Koby says, making Victor laugh.
“See you soon,” he says, then ends the call.
Korbin looks at me with a distraught look on his face. I reach and place my hand on his shoulder, offering my boy comfort.
“I know you and I have shit to work out, but right now we need to put that to the side and focus on getting Vin back.”
Korbin inhales a deep breath and nods. “He won’t survive prison. He isn’t like us, Dad?—”
“Shhhh, he won’t go to prison, Son. If we have to break his ass out and go on the run for the rest of our lives, then so fucking be it. Let’s get showered and cleaned up, then head down to the sheriff's office and wait for your uncle.”
The moment we entered the rundown fucking station we’ve had eyes on us. These fuckers know who we are and what we were accused of. No one in this godforsaken town has uttered a word to us since we arrived. They chose to see the worst in us and believe what they heard instead of asking us for our side of the story. So, as far as I am concerned, they can all suck my left fucking nut and rot in hell.
Korbin growls in frustration. We’ve been waiting here for hours and no one has given us any update or let us see Davin. The charges they have him on are bullshit. I don’t know why the fuck Tommy has such a hardon for us, wanting to see us fucking suffer, but I plan to find out exactly what the fuck that snake is hiding.
When Tommy emerges from his office, Korbin and I both jump to our feet. He glares in our direction.
“Where is he?” Korbin snaps.
Tommy scoffs and looks over at his two deputies. “Arrest those two, they have broken the conditions of their parole. I have already contacted their parole officer and he’ll be here shortly to collect them and take them back to prison.”
“Fuck you!” Koby bellows from beside me.
“I’ll fucking end you,” I decree.
A sinister look enters his eyes. “There’s another charge to add to your rap sheet, Cedar,” the cunt says as his deputies come toward us.
“You touch them and I’ll ruin your fucking careers like I’m about to ruin his.” Everyone turns toward the entrance to see Zenaya standing there in her habit, surrounded by Zavier, Trent, Victor, Taylor and three men and a woman I don’t know.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
ZENAYA
