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And feel like an asshole for pressing charges against you for stealing my car.
Proving that she knew me well, she said, “I did this to myself. It’s time that I atone for some of the things I’ve put you through over the years.”
The doors slammed with a resounding clang, and before I could process what was going on around me, two men were led into the cell meant for the male persuasion.
CHAPTER 22
When it starts to sink in that you’re not getting a cow for Christmas.
-secret thoughts
DAVIS
Folsom had tapped into her phone, found her, and listened to every single thing on the way there. Then she’d recorded it and sent it to Sunny before Sunny had even thought to ask for it.
I’d been listening to him talk, rage, and rant all the way to the station over my Bluetooth after Folsom commandeered my speakers.
All the while, I’d hoped that the fucker drove safely so that the woman that I loved wasn’t involved in a road rage wreck that took her life.
She pulled into the parking lot, and that was when I realized that I was going to have to ask her to marry me. I couldn’t live like this any longer, not having her last name the same as mine.
I had no right to her.
But I would.
Goddammit, when we got out of this, I would.
My gaze was locked on the driver’s side door, but out of the corner of my eye, I was well aware of the chick agent taking Greer, who was thankfully uncuffed and looking healthy and fine, away.
When Bobblehead got out, his eyes were locked on me for some reason, as if I was the reason for his issues today.
“Agent McCollum,” I heard said from the agent beside me. The special agent in charge. The dude that was, apparently, the head of the whole Eastern Florida area. He’d shown up when Sunny had called, listened to everything that Sunny had to say, and had said he’d be waiting for his agent’s arrival to escort him “to home base.”
What I thought that meant was that he’d be relieved of his “special agent” status and would be riding a desk, if anything at all for the FBI anymore, the moment he arrived back at their office.
I was honestly doing really well. Holding my control by bare millimeters.
“What can I help you with, Boss?” McCollum asked.
“From what I understand,” Cassidy, the big boss, said, “you’ve decided to take the law into your own hands.”
There was a moment of silence and then, “No, sir. I wouldn’t do that.”
“Then why, instead of passing off a case to a person that isn’t family to the suspect, did you take it personally?” he asked. “And, while we’re on the subject of a case, why are you taking a case that isn’t our case to take?”
Ruh-roh.
“Sir.” He looked for his agent friend that’d been with him all day. Hoping, my guess would be, to get her to back him up. However, she’d escorted Greer inside. She wouldn’t be there to offer an alibi or an explanation. “I can explain…”
“You can explain at the station,” he said. “Please offer Sheriff Summers an apology for how you acted today.” Cassidy looked at Sunny. “The woman he brought in, I’m sorry for stepping on your toes. She’s yours to do with as you please.”
I nodded, thinking it was “as it should be.”
Then muttered, “Fuckin’ right you’ll release her.”
That’s when Matt seemed to lose the rest of his mind.
He struck before I could react, and I did the first thing that came to mind.
There were a few basic instincts one honed when they spent years in prison like I had.
Like sneak attacks and surprise altercations. You either learned how to defend yourself on the fly, or you fucking died. There were no other options.
That’s why, when I held my foot up and kicked him straight in the face, he hit me so damn hard that he went down like a falling log.
He hit the ground, and I shit you not, his head swirled around on his neck like the damn plastic kid toys before he got back up again. He came at me again, and I let him feel the brunt of my frustration for the whole entire damn day.
And when Sunny and Agent Cassidy escorted me and him to the holding tank, I wasn’t surprised in the least.
Not when I refused to allow him to continue coming at me like a deranged, rabid badger.
“Stop it, both of you,” Cassidy hissed.
I held up my hands in defense. “Listen, I don’t know you. I don’t know him. But if that motherfucker is going to keep coming at me like that, I’m gonna keep taking him down.”
There was a snicker from the next cell over, and I gave my woman a wink.
