“Oh god. I gotta go,” I say hurriedly, hanging up the phone and practically running to my car. I need to get to the nearest police station to figure out what is going on. I’m rushing so quickly that when my phone beeps annoyance springs up. But as I look at my phone I see it’s a text from Angela. She’s sent me the police precinct that has arrested Emanuel along with its address to put into my GPS.
What would I do without her?
****
Emanuel
“Gentlemen,” I say sarcastically as I pass by the two officers who arrested me, as I move down the hallway of the gloomy police station. I massage my wrists that are now free after being in those tight cuffs longer than necessary.
The officers glare at me silently.
“Whatever,” I grumble as I step into the lobby. “What the fuck took you so long?” I question, glaring at Christian.
After giving the precinct’s receptionist a shit-eating grin, he moves away from the desk. “You’re just lucky I was nearby. I’m supposed to be on a flight to Palermo tonight.” He holds up his hand, patting me on the shoulder and looking me over.
“They didn’t fuck with you did they?” His voice is dark, as he eyes a few people behind me, presumably officers.
“I’m cool,” I say.
“Lawyer had all of the charges dropped. As for the other thing … We’re pretty certain he’s still here in Williamsport.”
“Good.” I crack my knuckles as my eyes narrow. “Find him quick because we need to pay him a visit.” The fucker thought the last beating I gave him was worth an arrest, he has no idea what the fuck he’s just set in motion.
“I need my phone so I can call the guys and tell them not to—”
“Emanuel!”
“Tell Janine,” I mumble as she bursts through the second pair of doors of the precinct and runs into my arms.
“I heard you were arrested. I knew he would do this shit. Are you okay?” She pulls back and cups my cheek, her eyes searching my face and body as if she’s afraid I’ve been hurt.
“I’m fine.”
“No you’re not fine. You’re at the police station. What are the charges? He’s such an asshole. If he would’ve just stayed in Boston. Look, I can ask around for a good lawyer. I know—”
“That won’t be necessary, doll face.”
Janine pauses to look toward the voice that’s just spoken.
“Don’t give her one of your fucking pet names. Her name’s Janine.”
“I thought it was Nadine?” Christian says with a grin.
“Fucking wise guy.”
“Who’s this?” Janine asks, her arms still around my shoulders.
“My cousin, though I’m starting to reconsider.” Christian moves closer, extending his hand for her to shake.
“Christian Genovese, pleasure to meet you.”
“You look familiar. Have we met before?”
“She’s got a good memory,” my cousin states before focusing his attention on Janine. “I was in Mexico with Emanuel. Unfortunately, you and I were never formally introduced. I think my cousin was keeping you all to himself.”
“I still am.” My tone is threatening as I tighten my arm around Janine’s waist.
Christian chuckles.
