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“Manny. Good morning Miss Montgomery. I’m Detective Ramirez, and this is my partner, Detective Eric Benjamin. We’d like to ask you some questions, if you don’t mind.”
I stared at Manny with wide eyes. Manny sat forward in his chair and picked up my bandaged hand.
“Sin, I’ll be here,” Manny promised.
I leaned closer to Manny and gave the two police officers a nod. Jett returned as they questioned me, and Ramirez sent several confused looks at the bikers. Ramirez couldn’t be any more obvious that he’d heard I’d been seen with Jett, and yet it was Manny I was turning to for comfort. Ben looked amused as Jett’s face settled more and more into black annoyance.
The detectives asked questions like if I hadn’t ever met Mr Rouse, how could I be confident it was him? I told them I recognised his voice. They informed me the shop camera at the front had got a shot of the suspect, and they were running the image through their databases. They showed me a picture of a man in his early forties with dark hair and a thin face. He wore a vee-necked sweater and a shirt underneath.
The guy who attacked me looked ordinary; I’d expected to see a monster. I recognised him from my assault and gave him an identification. Ramirez told me Mr Rouse appeared to be on the run, but they had a bolo out on him, and local PDs had been sent his picture. The attack had been recorded, and I was thankful that Reid had put cameras outside the shop entrance.
The two detectives left after an hour of asking more questions, and me slowly writing the answers. My hands were bandaged, which made writing difficult. But after worrying at my right hand with my teeth, Manny had torn the bandages so I could grip the pen better. Jett remained standing at the end of my bed, his arms folded.
“Get Drake the info, brother,” Jett muttered to Manny.
Manny glanced at me with a question in his eyes.
“I’m fine,” I whispered.
Manny rose to his tall height and bent over, and dropped a kiss on my forehead, which led to a loud growl from Jett. Manny winked and left the room.
“He’s being too familiar,” Jett growled.
I looked at him out of my non-swollen eye.
“I like Manny,” I mumbled, emphasising the word like. Ensuring Jett knew I didn’t like him very much, Jett’s eyes tightened in reply.
“You can like him all you want, but Manny keeps his fuckin’ lips away from you.”
My eye narrowed at his possessiveness.
“We got nothing between us. You can’t control who kisses me,” I whispered, and his spine turned rigid. Jett’s shoulders went back, and anger hit me.
“You’re mine; I’m claiming you. Whatever game you playing, Sin, you don’t pit brother against brother,” Jett snapped.
Yeah, right, I’m not a possession to be claimed! On the other hand, ouch, I wouldn’t pit brother against brother. That would be wrong, but I wouldn’t lie down and take Jett’s attitude. Throat killing me, I angrily scribbled my thoughts and underlined possession and flipped the pad to face him. Jett’s gaze tightened, and then he sent me a grin.
“You’re mine, sweetness. Get over your mood and get on board, or I’ll make sure you do.”
I wrote again and showed Jett. His eyes narrowed as he read what I had put, and then he threw back his head and laughed.
Jett was stunning, pure, mesmerising stunning beauty when he laughed like that. My mouth went dry, and I swallowed hard and hurt my throat again. I didn’t see what was so funny about writing ‘fuck you’, but Jett found it amusing. Rolling my eye at Jett, I closed it and ignored him until I slept. I woke up a few hours later and recognised Drake and Manny at my bedside. I peeked for the annoying man who’d been bugging me and discovered him gone.
“Sent prospect home for sleep, babe,” Drake drawled, looking tired. Drake ran a hand through messy hair and leaned forward, taking my hand in his. The big President of Rage cradled it gently.
“Reid will arrive in a couple of hours. Got hold of him last night, Sin,” Manny said.
I gave him a nod. Damn, I really needed Reid’s comforting presence. I made typing motions with my fingers, and Manny drew an over-the-bed table near, and I spied my briefcase and laptop sitting on it. Thank God they hadn’t been stolen. I looked up at the clock and saw it was nearly midday.
“The shop?” I croaked to matching frowns.
“It’s open, although the police didn’t let people in until around ten. Henry was taking orders and passing them out of one of the side windows. Customers were disconcerted, but they kept queueing,” Drake told me.
“Okay.”
“Shop is fine, although your staff are kinda pissed. They’ll be here when their shift ends. Andy is staying and locking up tonight, and a Rage member will walk females to their vehicle or take them home. They’re covered, girl,” Manny said, and I touched his hand.
“Fuck Jett for seeing you first,” Manny murmured with a smile, and I made wide eyes.
