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“No? Then get on the damn phone with your mate. Sort shit out and give Sin her safety back. Fucking hell, do I have to spell it out?” Reid stormed away.
“Wow, I’m definitely drinking here every day,” a woman whispered.
Jett looked at her, and she winked. Jett dragged his cell from his pocket and punched in Hawthorne’s number.
“‘Bout time, Jett,” Hawthorne answered, “thought the brit would’ve beat shit into your stubborn head.”
“What the fuck?” Jett snarled.
“Dude’s right. Stop letting Sinclair lead you around by your dick.”
“You have cover here.”
“Well, yeah, Jett. A Rage woman was attacked. Of course, we covered her. Sinclair’s been covered since the night after it happened. Minimal coverage, though. I’ll have someone there in an hour to put a kickass security system in place. We got shit waiting to be installed here. You owe me one hundred bucks, by the way; I lost my bet.”
“What bet?”
“Office bet. I bet it would take you another day to put your foot down with her.”
Jett snorted.
“Who won?”
“Davies, he even bet on the brit punching it into your head. Fucker claimed the pot, nice one k for him.” Hawthorne laughed.
“Jesus,” Jett said, finally letting go of his anger.
“From now on in, when Rage shows interest in a woman, we’re wiring her up,” Hawthorne sniped. “Tell Drake I’ll take a marker.” The connection cut. Manny stepped forward, looking at Jett and then at Reid.
“No one is gonna force Sin back to this shop until she says so,” Manny stated.
Jett spun on him, and Reid came storming towards him.
“What did you say?” Reid snarled, going toe to toe with Manny.
“Fuck off, Reid, now! You heard me, man. Sin returns when she’s ready, not when you think she is.” Manny stood his ground, facing the two snarling men and the frowning Drake.
“Mollycoddling Sin will do shit,” Reid spat. Manny leant forward and grabbed the man’s pristine white shirt.
“You haven’t fuckin’ asked Sin why she won’t leave the house. Neither of you has and nor have you fuckin’ questioned why she can’t sleep, and when Sin does, she wakes up screaming. You assholes ain’t bothered to ask why Sin’s showering six times a fuckin’ day.” Manny shoved Reid back and let go of his shirt.
“Rape kit was negative,” Drake said softly from behind them as Jett stared at Manny with stunned eyes. Manny met Drake’s stare.
“Many different ways to violate a female. Rouse was shoving fingers inside Sin when the old man stopped him. Asshole was at her entrance; you get me? One more second, and he’d have fucked Sin with his fingers. One fuckin’ more second, Sin said. Sin felt Rouse pushing inside, more than one way to rape a woman, assholes. Fuck, I don’t need to be telling you that. Spent two minutes with her today before I knew Sin needed to spew.
“You two fuckwits have been with Sin all the time, and neither of you picked up that Sin’s hurting bad. I’ve seen the bruises on her breasts. Sin’s got Rouse’s fuckin’ fingerprints on her. The girl’s ashamed. You just accepted that Rouse didn’t shove his dick in her. And that meant no rape,” Manny spat at the pale men.
Reid made a gagging noise and ran from the room quickly. Jett stared at Manny in horror. Sin had nearly been finger fucked. Jett hadn’t thought to question the scrapes and cuts on her inside thighs. He’d trusted the doc’s appraisal. Oh shit, when would he stop fucking up with her?
Manny
Manny met Drake’s gaze. “That fuck out on bail?”
Drake nodded.
“I want Artemis,” Manny said, surprising Drake.
“Not a brother?”
