Page 95 of Reckless Vengeance

A lot of people had already left, most likely following the cops to get footage of Tyler being dragged into the station.

“Where have you been hiding these guys?” I asked Josie as I studied the men in suits.

“They weren’t hiding. The security team is ready to roll within seconds. I called them here when the first report went up about you and Tyler having dinner together,” Josie explained, typing rapidly on her phone. “Hit me with it. What happened so I can update the lawyer?”

I detailed as much as I could, knowing it would help, and by the time we arrived at the Ashburn Valley Police Department, her lawyer was already there.

A crowd of reporters and flashing cameras tried hard to get our attention as we exited the car, but security barricaded us all the way to the door and blocked it so they couldn’t follow.

“You wait here,” Josie murmured as we entered the office, pointing to a chair in the waiting area. “Hopefully this will be quick.”

“You don’t need me?”

“I’ll grab you if we do, but your details to the lawyer should be enough to get this snuffed out,” she smiled, heading into a room with a cop and the lawyer.

I texted back and forth with Skeeter to ensure he knew I was fine and that he stayed put, and I jerked in surprise when I felt a hand on my shoulder.

“Sorry,” Hunter murmured, dropping into the seat beside mine. “You getting charged?”

“No idea. What are you doing here?” I asked as I glanced around, finding the cop at the desk eyeing us nervously.

They knew I was with Skeeter at this point, so sitting here with the enemy was probably not the best idea.

“Just checking on you. Your security is doing a shit fucking job if I could walk in wearing my crew jacket and sit down without being interrogated. Good thing I showed up to keep an eye out,” he scoffed, leaning back in his seat and crossing his ankles. “Have a nice date?”

He wasn’t wrong about the security. I knew that they couldn’t stop people from entering a police station, but someone should have followed him in to ensure my safety.

Especially since they knew it was a rival crew to the guys we’d left at the house.

“It was nice until the paparazzi showed up. I was looking forward to being fucked like a whore as promised, but they ruined the mood,” I sighed.

“I can help with that,” he grinned, looking over at the door as it opened and one of the security guys stepped in. “Oh, look. Someone decided to check on you. How nice.”

“You’re fired,” I said flatly as the guy approached, but he ignored me and glared at Hunter.

“I need you to move. Show me some identification.”

“Eat shit, glorified mall cop,” Hunter snorted, pushing the guy's hand away as he tried pulling him to his feet. “Hey, if you think you’re safe just because we’re sitting in the pig pen, you’ve got another thing coming. Touch me and I’ll kill you.”

“I need backup,” the guy said into a radio, the cop behind the desk standing to walk closer.

“Is there a problem?” he asked, already seeming to make up his mind that Hunter was the problem here.

“No problem, officer,” Hunter grinned, sliding an arm along the back of my chair.

“I can smell your arrogance,” I muttered to him before looking at the cop. “He’s with me. He’s fine.”

“Identification,” the security guy asked again, making me huff.

“Shut up and go away. I’m making sure Josie fires you assholes for not paying attention in the first place.”

“Hunter Rivera,” Hunter practically purred, holding his hand out to shake. “Nice to meet you.”

“You shut up too,” I scoffed, ignoring him as he chuckled. Security seemed to know exactly who he was because when his buddies joined us, they all looked ready to throw down.

“What are you doing in town?” the cop asked suspiciously, expecting an addition to the crew wars.

“Just checking in on Aurora after one of your guys threw her on the ground tonight. Hopefully having that on camera gets the fucker fired. You’re nothing but a bunch of corrupt pigs,” he answered, the cop scruffing him and hauling him to his feet, only making him smirk.