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"What's going on?" I rasp. My throat is dry.
Jaxon's expression is stoic, and my stomach quivers. Oh, God. He's here to tell me that I won't get out. I fight the urge to hide under the thin blanket I slept under.
Oatis glowers at me with his mouth pursed as if I forced him to suck a lemon. I peer back at my so-called attorney, who also doesn't say a word. My unease shifts, and something else rises to the forefront. I refuse to cower, not after the nightmare I woke up from.
I cross my arms, ignoring the still-present tightness in my chest. "If neither of you is going to tell me why you woke me up, I might as well go back to bed. Being pregnant sucks the life out of a per—"
"You're free to go."
Everything stops, including my heartbeat. "Come again?" Am I still sleeping?
"You are being released, Miss Turner," the FBI agent grounds out.
Jaxon steps forward and holds out his hand. "Let's go, King."
Time snaps back into place, and I'm off the cot, reaching for my legal counsel. My pulse is thudding and my fingers tremble as I place my hand in his. Not a gesture I would expect from a defense attorney, but I have a feeling nothing revolving around this man is normal.
The other agent stands in the hallway, frowning at me.
I stumble several times as I'm distracted by what is happening. Jaxon handles my release and then leads me toward a part of this place I haven't been before—not the front.
"Where are we going?" I'm having a hard time keeping up, plus I suddenly really have to pee.
"Back of the building. Lancaster and his friends are camping out in the front." He tugs on my hand, but I dig my heels in. Another thought slams into me like a wrecking ball.
"How do I know you are who you say you are?" My body floods with heat. I have no proof that this guy really works for Lilly. "You said Jaxon isn't your name!" Oh shit, what if he works for one of the guys E supplied with…whatever he dealt with?
He stops and turns to me. "Jaxon is my middle name." He's about to start walking again when I bore my nails into his palm.
"What is your full name?"
Not that I have any guarantee that he's telling me the truth.
He sighs. Peering behind me, he contemplates, but visibly concludes I'm not going to make it easy on him. He's correct. "My name is Tanner. Tanner Jaxon Weiler. But I've been going by Jaxon my entire life."
Weiler? What the—?
The surprise revelation allows him to start pulling me forward again, and as soon as the metal door opens, I'm enveloped in a pair of arms.
"Took you long enough, Jax." Marcus hugs me to his chest, and I fist his shirt, holding on as tight as I can.
"Baxter," I breathe out, and a chuckle rumbles against my ear. The adrenaline that's been pushing me forward drops, and my body begins to shake uncontrollably.
"The car is waiting, Monroe. Let's take you home," he says gently. He supports me the rest of the way, as my legs have stopped functioning. Jaxon takes two steps at a time down to where Marcus's black SUV is parked. I'm being deposited in the back seat. Marcus slides in beside me, with my attorney in the front.
"Where is Wes?" my voice trembles, and I'm fighting to keep it together. I'm out. How did that happen? God, I want Wes.
"He's at home. He doesn't know yet. Lilly is on her way to him. She left a few minutes ago," Marcus explains as he keeps his arm around me, rubbing circles on my shoulder.
Lilly was here?
"Wes's mom dragged him home last night. The dude looked like shit."
"His mother?" I cough out the words. I'm going to be sick.
"Breathe, Monroe. It's over. You're safe."
Safe? I spent almost three days in jail and now am meeting my boyfriend's mother. I lean away from him to scan his face—or to sucker punch him; I haven't decided. What I see, though, is one-hundred-percent sincerity.
