“Nothing, don’t listen to Liv.”
“Oh, you know where they used the fuck mach—” I clamp my hand over Liv’s mouth and she licks my palm.
“Ew, Liv.”
“You’re lucky I didn’t bite it.” She makes a chomping motion with her mouth, and I glare at her. “Fine, it’s a TMI situation. I will keep my mouth shut. Why don’t you go get yourself ready so you can maul your man as soon as we get him out of jail today?”
Kelsey hugs me as I leave the kitchen. “You’re going to see him today. Just try to relax.”
I nod my head but deep down want to tell her to fuck off, instead I take a deep breath and head to my bedroom to get ready for his bail hearing.
Dom didn’t want this to be an overwhelming situation, so he made Kelsey, Liv and her guys stay at home. Kelsey had a huge pouting fit, which he completely shut down. It’s just me, Dom, and my mother going to the hearing and hopefully bringing him home.
Dom hired a driver from his company to drive us around until I find a new one to replace Franklin. Dom opens my car door and shields me from the press and flashing cameras as we walk to the courthouse.
“Are you fucking your bodyguard?”
“Was the fight a love triangle?”
“Are you paying his bail?”
“Is there still a countdown?”
Dom holds onto my upper arm gently and places a hand on my mom’s lower back as he escorts us to the courthouse.
A man’s hand grabs me firmly from beyond the barrier. He tugs against the hem of my top and exposes my bond mark. I wince and gasp at the stranger’s intrusion and try to push him off me.
Dom growls behind me and thoroughly shoves the man onto his ass.
“She’s bonded!” The man on the ground shouts and camera flashes start to go off so fast that I’m nearly blinded.
“You all right?” Dom says by my ear.
“This is such bullshit.”
“I know. Let’s get your man and then we can deal with these fucks.”
“Language,” my mom says.
“Sorry ma’am,” Dom replies as he opens the glass doors for us and we enter the building.
We go through security and sit outside on a bench, waiting for his hearing to start. I’m riddled with anxiety and worry over Smith. I can’t even fathom not being able to get him home today. I know we’ll both be a mess if he needs to spend any more time in jail.
We’re ushered in and sit on a worn wooden bench as we wait for the proceedings to start.
“Case number six hundred and eighty-seven. Bond hearing for Harold Benjamin Smith, please rise for the honorable Judge Gemma Wilde.”
We all stand as the judge takes her place and Smith enters the courtroom with his attorney, Dean’s father, Lorenzo.
“Mr. Smith, you are here today for us to assess your bond amount. I have looked over the file. You have assaulted Mr. Garner to the point of him needing a hospital visit but not of near deadly injury.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Smith replies.
“It says in the case file that you are acting on behalf of your bonded Omega. Is this correct?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“It also says that your bonded is now filing a defamation and emotional damage lawsuit against Mr. Garner.”
