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"Thank you." For once, I am grateful for her financial means and influence.
"He said he would come in here when he was done," she elaborates as she holds out a tray of coffee I didn't notice until now. She unplugs one cup from the tray and hands it to me. "Cocoa?" She smiles softly, and I take it, attempting to return the expression—unsuccessfully. I'm tired, and all I want is to see my girlfriend and feel my baby girl kick.
I never expected to feel so strongly for anyone, let alone two human beings.
It takes two more hours before Jaxon makes an appearance, and everyone stands at attention as soon as his foot is over the threshold. He is nothing like I expected a defense attorney to look. I expected a scrawny old dude, not a guy looking like a linebacker that just stepped out of a men's health magazine.
Lilly is the first to speak. "What did you find out?"
Jaxon takes his time to loosen his tie and sets his messenger bag down. I'm gonna strangle him with his fancy neck decoration if he doesn't start talking soon.
"Miss Turner—"
"King," I bark. I'm sick of hearing her referred to as Turner. "She has no affiliation with her sperm donor. She hasn't used that name in years."
He nods. "King and the baby are well. She is in a single holding cell with access to food, water, and a bathroom whenever she needs it. She was checked by a doctor earlier today, and I was assured that she would be treated according to her special circumstances."
"What about bail?" Den surprises me with the question.
"We won't be able to request bail until Monday morning."
"MONDAY?" I'm advancing on him when Marcus steps in front of me, placing his hand on my chest.
"Breathe." His tone is strained, which does the trick. I have no idea why, but it clicks that there is nothing we can do. Marcus doesn't like it either. He cares for King and also wants her out.
I close my eyes and let my head fall forward. Marcus grasps me by the back of the neck and pulls me into him. I let him, which probably surprises everyone as much as it does me.
"We'll get her out," he says so low that I'm the only one who can hear him.
"Wes?" I jerk away from him and look toward the door. The last person I would expect to see here stares back at me with her hands covering her mouth.
"Mom?"
CHAPTERTHIRTY-FOUR
"King,my name is Jaxon. I'm your legal counsel."
I'm gaping at the man standing in the doorframe.Legal counsel?Is he shitting me? There is no way in hell this dude is a legit attorney; he looks like a male stripper. A high-pitched giggle bubbles up in my throat, and his eyebrows hitch. Why I find this funny is beyond me. Probably because I already cried myself out last night, and I'm running on two to three hours of sleep. Neither Nugget nor I were able to get any rest on the hard-as-a-rock cot. Hence, my sanity borders on unstable—it's definitely the picture I'm painting.
As sudden as it came, the laughter subsides, and I snap my mouth shut. I giveJaxonmy best once-over. "I didn't ask for an attorney." My brain has lost its capacity for more words.
When I had refused to answer any questions and stared at the agents for what must've been hours, they finally gave up and led me to my current accommodations. Before they closed the door on me, I was informed with a smug expression that a judge would decide on the next steps on Monday. Agent Douche literally singsongedMonday. That was when the dam broke. It was freaking Friday. The old King was in charge until they dropped that tidbit on me. Three days. I would be in here for a minimum of three days. Even my former self couldn't suppress the emotional tidal wave of paralyzing fear for my baby and my future after that. I curled up in a ball and let it out until numbness set in.
Unfortunately, the void of feelings only lasted for so long. Sitting still ended in bouncing my leg until I made myself seasick with the motion.Fantastic. Next, I paced. Back and forth, back and forth. Eventually, assuming I had tired myself out enough, I took a break. As if on command, my lower extremities started their up and down routine again. Goddamn it. So, I jumped up, starting the marching process all over.
During lap number twenty-six, my thoughts started to wander. What would the news do to Wes? Did Marcus go and find him on campus? Where was he now? We had just started figuring things out between us. Would he be worried? Would this be his wake-up call? The final straw? No, I refused to believe that.
Agent O-hole wouldn't divulge to me what evidence they had. Clear strategy, since I refused to talk to them either. Did Gray not erase all the security footage? Did the girl I helped rat me out? I can't imagine that she would have; I saved her freaking life. But who knew? Maybe she thought I was as bad as E.
Magic Mikeclears his throat, and I blink, focusing on him. Oh shit, I totally spaced out.
"I am on Lilly's legal team." He slants his head and waits for it to click.
Oh.
"Oh!" I chew on the inside of my cheek. "Did you—?"
"My team, yes. They handled the last familysituation," he states matter-of-factly.
