I hope my girl is okay.
She won't be.
I know she won't.
It's okay, baby. I'm coming home soon.
The fuckers won't even give me a phone call, which I'm pretty sure violates about six different rights, but no one here is listening to me. They just see the broken bones I left behind and decide I don't deserve basic human decency.
I'm cuffed too, which is weird because I'm not a threat to anyone. I'm only violent toward people who deserve it, and I have no intention of hurting anyone in this shithole. I only hit what needs hitting.
I sit back, letting my head fall against the cold concrete wall, and close my eyes.
Red hair.
Gold eyes.
Fire and sunlight and that smile she gives me when she thinks I'm not looking.
That's what's waiting for me on the other side of this.
That's what I'm going home to.
I’m too old for this shit.
My neck’s fucked, and my back’s even worse.
It’s daylight now, which means I’ve been here a hell of a lot longer than I should’ve been.
I’m trying not to let it get to me, but I’m starting to worry that Lianna hasn’t gotten through to Lucien or Cain. When I gave her those names, I didn’t think about how those two don’t pick up their phones unless it’s someone in their circle, and she’s not.
A bang rattles the cell door, and Officer Fuckhead struts in like he owns the place. His hand is on his belt, chest puffed out, giving off small-dick energy with every step he takes toward me.
After dragging me into a windowless box, he chains me to a metal table like I'm some kind of serial killer instead of a guy who defended his girl.
Honestly, the response to me over this is embarrassing.
It was a few broken bones, not a massacre.
“Sit your ass down,” he barks.
I look up slowly, blinking at him.
I’m already sitting—he can clearly see that—but sure. Whatever makes your dick hard, buddy.
When the door finally opens after what feels like hours later,that familiar chuckle rolls through the room, and something in my chest unclenches.
Relief.
Actual, physical relief.
“Guess you fucked up then.”
“He deserved it.” I lean back as far as the chains allow. “Where the hell have you been?”
Cain drops into the seat across from me. “I was handling business when Lucien called and said you’d gotten your ass thrown in here. Breaking bones in front of a crowd… very classy, by the way, real subtle.”
“Fuck off. Where is he?”
