His eyes narrow. “The gun range?”
“Don’t play dumb with me. You know exactly what I’m talking about.”
“Yeah.” He shrugs. “What about it?”
“You drew your weapon on them.”
His jaw tightens before he shoves me back. “We had intel.”
“You handcuffed innocent civilians.”
“We secured the scene. It was procedure.”
“The hell it was.”
Grey squares his shoulders. “You got a problem with how I handled my scene?”
“My problem is that you put your hands on people you had no business touching.”
His expression hardens. “Like I said, we got a call. We followed the lead and found four armed individuals inside.”
“In a fucking gun range, after hours.”
“They were still armed. You know the protocol as well as I do.”
“I know you had no probable cause to detain them.”
“We had enough to secure the scene until we knew what we were dealing with.”
“You knew exactly what you were dealing with. Remi told you she owned the place, agreed to show identification, and told everyone to put their weapons down.”
Grey gives me a hard look. “And everyone walked away.”
I grab the front of his uniform and shove him back against the lockers. “She had bruises around both wrists.”
His hands close around my forearms. “Maybe she shouldn’t fight the cuffs next time.”
I tighten my grip on his uniform. “There won’t be a fucking next time, you goddamn piece of shit. You’re lucky that’s all that happened.”
Grey has no idea how close he came to starting a war. If one nervous officer had fired inside Sloane’s, losing Remi wouldn’t have been the only consequence. The Cain family would have torn this department apart to reach whoever was responsible.
“Thiago, you need to calm down.” Ryan places a firm hand on my forearm.
“Were you there too?” I ask without taking my eyes off Grey.
Ryan’s hand drops. “No, I wasn’t, but—”
“Then you have nothing else to say.” I release Grey and step back. “Internal Affairs will receive a report.” Before my anger gives me yet another reason to stay, I turn away from him.
“It won’t change anything,” Grey shouts after me.
I keep walking.
“I get it, Braga.” He chuckles under his breath. “She’s a sweet piece of ass. I’d probably lose my head over her too.”
I’m halfway across the locker room when I turn and head straight for him. Ryan catches me around the torso before I reach Grey, and two other officers grab my arms.
“Fuck you!” I roar as I fight to break their hold.