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I can’t help but feel like a fight for our love is going to start. “How do I let him without losing him again?”
With a sigh, Travis lifts his arm for me go back under it.
I rest my head on his shoulder, not saying a word.
“You hold on tight. Pray… to whoever you have to. He’d die for you,” his hand moves to mine, squeezing it tight, “so you live, for him.”
Chapter Sixteen
DEAN
Present day - Monday
Thud. Crack. Thud. Crack.
I try to brace myself for the next hit, but the fresh stab of pain leaves me unable to move. Like holding your fingers to the flame, the harsh hot burn of my final decision, weaves itself through my bones.
They make to leave the room, their backs turning to me. I try to speak but all that comes out of me is a pitiful groan. “Wait,” the officer who started all of this says. I see him turn in between my laboured blinks. When the blackness lifts, he’s stood over me. “One more before he leaves for his hearing.”
Thud.
The heel of his polished shoe strikes me on the temple, sending me to oblivion.
Six days ago
The tormentofhearing her screams as I’m pulled outside leaves my muscles shaking. The anguished loud cries puncturing my chest.What did you expect?Not for it to instantaneously ache like it does.
I’m led to the back of a police car and swiftly driven tothe nearest station. There’s just enough time for me to mentally think over everything I asked Travis to do. I know it’s a bitter pill for him to swallow. But he needs to get it down. We need the new business if we’re to remain in control.
Being escorted inside police custody, I stand at the booking desk. They take my name, my belongings, even my belt. The angry sounds of buttons being slammed on the keyboard makes me raise a half smile as they go through the motions.
One officer repeatedly looks at me like he has some issues. He’s a similar build to me, less hair, broad shoulders. From the corner of my eye, I feel his look of disgust land on my cut. Eventually, I give him the eye contact he seems to crave.
He frowns shaking his head at me, rolling my thumb over the inky sponge to take my fingerprints. He lifts my hand, pressing the pad to the paper, and I watch him, knowing his eyes are going to jump to my face again at any minute.
There it is. “You know, last time someone looked at me this much, I got laid,” I throw at him, my arrogance attempting to mask the ache in my chest.
He ignores me and carries on with his job.
Offering no resistance, it doesn’t take long before they lead me to a cell. The door unlocks, and I walk in with a little help from my new friend. I stumble, turning to look at him.
He gives me a sinister smile. “Take it off,” he says.
“What, no foreplay?”
Unexpectedly, he spits in my direction, his gob landing on my cut.
A misty red heat rises within me causing my nostrils to flare. I raise my eyes to the camera in the corner of the room.
“Temporarily out of action for repairs,” he says, letting me know thattemporarily,he thinks I’m his bitch.
I don’t reply, too pissed off with this prick’s lack of respect. It’s come a hell of a lot sooner than I’d expected; me being tested,but there’s nothing I can do in here. I’m guessing this guy knows it. “Your cut, take it off.” His words he grinds due to my lack of movement. “Fucking now you worthless—”
“Yeah, yeah.” I know. My cutting him off only serves to piss him off more. Still, I don’t move.
He nods. “Fine.” His slightly less bulky frame is across the room with his iron stick ready and raised. If I could punch this guy in the mouth, he’d already be down. All I can do is turn, protect my head, and hope the patch on my back is enough to hinder some of the blow that’s about to strike.
His baton hits the top of my arm, causing it to instantly go limp by my side.Fuck. That fucking hurt. He strikes me again, then again on the back of my leg, forcing me to kneel. “That’s better,” he chides.
