Mac nods and takes my hand. Wordlessly, he pulls me into the living room. He heads right to the couch and sits down, dragging me to his side.
“Cuddles?” I ask softly.
“They’re the best medicine,” he says, making me smile.
With the remote in hand, he turns on the TV. Before he can find something to watch, though, a breaking news bulletin comes across the screen. My throat goes dry as I listen to the news anchor report on Evan’s arrest as the camera shows him being marched into a police station.
Then an all too familiar video starts to play.
“Turn it off,” I plead.
Mac turns the channel without any hesitation. “You okay?”
“Yeah, I just really don’t want to ever hear the audio. Just the thought of hearing his voice.” I shiver.
Mac runs his hand up and down my arm. “You will never have to hear his voice again. I promise you, Jane, that man is no longer a threat to you or the kids, and if he gets any ideas, you’ll have his head on a spike. Understand?”
That’s not completely true. There will be a trial, and I will have to testify. The whole case likely rests on my shoulders, but I don’t spoil his gesture. Instead, I simply answer him.
“I understand.”
Mac leans down and kisses the top of my head. “Good. Now, do you want an action movie or a chick flick?”
I walk through the jail heading straight toward my target. The cheap uniform itches against my skin, making me want to get this over with as soon as possible.
No, I’m going to take my time.
It’s been four days. Four long ass days of him being locked up behind bars. Four days of reliving the nightmare of hearing him hurt my woman and not being able to do anything because I had to make sure we got enough of it on the recording. Four days since the recording of his abuse went viral.
There is no way a jury could be unbiased now. No way for his daddy to buy my girl’s silence and to bury the story. As tempting as it would be to let this play out, I won’t let it. My family doesn’t need to relive this over and over.
They deserve peace, which they will have soon.
I nod at one of the guards and slip the keys out of my pocket. I let myself into the holding area and make my way to the cell. The area is cleared, just like I had asked for it to be, and I know that the cameras are off thanks to Fox’s help.
The jingling of keys has Evan sitting up.
“About time. Did you bring me what I asked for?” he snaps.
“What did you ask for?” I ask, curious.
“A phone, you moron. I need to get out of here,” he growls.
I take off the ball cap that’s part of the uniform and toss it onto the floor.
“Yeah, that’s not going to happen,” I tell him as I let myself into his cell.
Evan’s eyes widen.
“You.”
“Me.”
“You stole my wife.”
I chuckle darkly. “Evan, you and I both know she’s not yours. She’s mine, and those kids are mine. They even have my last name. Did you know that?” I ask as I pull out a blade from my pocket.
Evan’s eyes drop to my hand before coming back up to my face.
