He stops his attack, and the kid moans out in frustration as I breathe out in relief that he actually stopped. “What if I give you something? Will you promise not to smack me up?”
He stands back and clicks his tongue on the roof of his mouth. “What could you possibly give me?”
I realize that the guards took my wallet, and I’m pretty much fucked. So I start rummaging over my body for something, anything, and he grabs at my arm, stopping my movements.
“This… I want this,” he says, pointing to my watch.
It’s a sixteen-thousand-dollar Rolex that I wasn’t going to part with when I was arrested, so I slid it up my arm under my shirt. But my bet is T-Dog knows that, and that’s why he’s gunning for it. But fuck, my bones in one piece are worth more than one fucking watch. I can buy another one. It’s not sentimental, it’s just expensive. So he can have the fucking thing.
I pull it off my wrist and go to hand it to him, but I hesitate before handing it over. “You can have it if you swear not to hurt me and the other guys in here. Or the other members of my band if I ever see you in public,” I demand.
“Yeah…” He puts his hand out for me to shake, which we do, then I hand him the watch with the other. He grabs it and then shoves my shoulder, pushing me into the bars with a grunt, and turns, strutting off back to the bench.
A sense of calm settles in the cell, and I go back to pacing while the other three sit and watch me. I must pace for what feels like hours as my legs become tired.
Surely, the wedding is well and truly over by now.
I bet Danger and Lunar are fucking annoyed at me.
Not to mention what Alex is thinking.
“Rocker, will you sit down? You’re making me want to punch you,” the stocky guy says, and I turn to face him as T-Dog and the young guy laugh.
I shrug and walk over to the bench where they’re sitting and finally take a seat with them. Pulling my knees up to my chest, I rest my head against the brick wall, taking a deep breath.
“Levine?” a cop calls out.
“Yeah,” I say back, staring at the cop who’s not even looking in the cell. “You can make your one call now.”
Finally!
I walk to the door, and the guard places some chain-style handcuffs around me. Shaking my head as he leads me down a hall, I huff. “Is that necessary?”
He shrugs like he’s bored by even being here. “Sorry, man, it’s protocol. Be quick with your call, you won’t have long once you connect.”
He leads me to a single telephone on a wall, and I contemplate who the hell I am going to call. Definitely not Danger, this is his big day. I could call Nate, but he would rub this in my face big time. I should call Oliver, but the only person on my mind right now… is Alex.
I pick up the receiver and dial her number, but as I prepare to say the next few words, I wonder how she’ll take the news. I wonder if she’ll hate me for this and if she’ll think less of me…
“Penelope’s Sperm Bank, you yank it, we tank it,” she chimes down the line, and somehow it takes the edge off this craziness.
“God, are you ever serious?” I say down the line, a small smile touching the corner of my lips.
“Matt, where the hell are you? It’s practically over!” her tone more serious now.
Glancing around the mundane area and the officer standing beside me, I exhale. “I’m a little… detained.”
“Well, getting busy with a beaver shouldn’t take precedence over your friend’s wedding, sir!”
Smiling, I actually laugh. “How was your date?”
She groans, like the thought is actually a drain mentally. “Ronan was a bust. But there’s an Aussie biker, Techie, here, though. He’s a babe, a total hottie… and that accent, plus bad boy. Oh my God. Can’t say I haven’t thought about—”
The guard taps his watch, and I grimace, not wanting the call to time out, so I interrupt her. “Alex, I don’t have much time.”
“Huh, what do you mean? Time for what?”
“To talk. I’m in a bit of trouble. Alex, you need to come to the police station and bail me out. I’ve been arrested.”
