“Do it, MacPherson. I'll take you in for resisting arrest on top of sexual harassment and disturbing the peace.”
Kilian wasn’t sure how many of those claims would be true, he wasn’t even sure what they’d been fighting about to begin with, but frankly, he didn’t care. He was tired, bleeding, and wanted the whole thing to be over with.
“I haven’t been disturbing anyone,” Ron said, and took a step forward, his heavy boots closing the distance between them.
The blood dripped down Kilian’s nose staining his shirt, still damp from the rain. With all eyes in the room on him, Kilian stepped forward and grasped Ron by the elbow. Turning him around, he snapped the cuffs with an audible click.
“Daniel,” Kilian called, turning his head to face his brother who stood behind the bar, his arm protectively around Caitlin’s shoulder. “We need somewhere more private,” he glanced to the wide eyed customers, “I gotta get this sorted out if I'm going to get any sleep tonight.”
“My office,” Daniel said.
“He means our office,” Caitlin said, and slapped a hand hard on his chest.
“Our office.”
Kilian knew his brother well enough to know when he was resisting an eye roll, but thought it better not to comment on it.
Daniel nodded toward the long narrow hallway that Kilian knew would lead to the office that was once Mr. Murphy's. Saying nothing Kilian tightened his grip on the drunken redhead, and the surprisingly strong brunette.
“Nobody goes anywhere. I still need statements,” he muttered to Daniel as he marched down the hall.
“I can tell you what happened,” Daniel said, following close behind, his footsteps noticeably softer than his brother’s against the hardwood floors. “Ron here seems to have it in his mind that he was taking her home,” he said, pointing to the back of the woman's head as they entered the small office.
“Let me guess, she wasn't having any of it?” Kilian wondered as he surveyed the surprisingly tidy space.
The woman snorted as she turned those cat eyes toward Kilian, “In his dreams.”
“Sit.” Kilian ordered and gestured for the two of them to sit across from each other.
“She basically told him to fuck off.” Daniel shrugged and gave her an appraising look. “Ron wouldn't, and well...”
“She assaulted me,” Ron exclaimed, his eyes brooding as the shadows played across his wide face.
“Assaulted you? You big baby,” she scoffed. “If anyone was assaulted, it was me when you put your hands on me.”
“I did no such thing!” Ron snapped, turning back to face the fire.
“He put his hand on her shoulder, as she was walking away,” Daniel clarified as Kilian placed his hands in his pockets. “When he went after her she turned around and-”
“I kneed him in the balls,” she said with a casual shrug that had Kilian raising a bold brow.
Did she not realize that she was admitting to assault?
“Which is about the time they started screaming at each other. I called for you and well, you know the rest.” Daniel shrugged, and opened the office door to gauge the situation outside.
“I see,” Kilian frowned as loud voices erupted outside the office doors.
Before Kilian could say another word, the door flung open, striking Daniel hard enough in the shoulder to send him stumbling backwards a couple steps, and swear words spilling from his curled lip.
“What the hell is the meaning of this?” bellowed a short stocky man of about fifty with dark cat-like eyes, and teeth bared like a wolf, ready to snap.
“Who are you?” Kilian demanded, and his brows knit together in confusion as his father followed quietly behind the pitbull of a man.
“I’m Peter Walsh, who the fuck are you?”
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Grace grittedher teeth and forced herself to breathe slowly, purposefully calm.
