She pointed an angry finger at me and waved it in my direction. “Shut up, inmate.”
I held up my hands, enjoying the fire dancing in her eyes. There was something about her that turned me the fuck on, and seeing her throw that trashcan across the room had me hard as fuck.
A few minutes later, Hollender entered the room. He closed the door behind him before smiling smugly at her. “Deputy Rooker, do you really think it’s a good idea to throw a tantrum in front of the whole precinct like that? You’re acting childish. I know you’re better than this.”
She glared at Hollender. Her lips moving into an angry sneer. “Just because you got voted in as acting sheriff, Hollander, doesn’t give you the right to put me on inmate duty. I’m a fucking detective for christ’s sake. I’ve been out in the field since I got here. Putting me on babysitting duty, is a demotion and you fucking know it.”
He smirked. “The only reason you got any special treatment at all, Juliette, was because you were the sheriff’s daughter, but if you really want to get the special treatment, I’m sure we can work something out.” He reached out, running the back of his hand against her face.
In one swift move she had his wrist in her hand, practically snapping it. “Don’t touch me, you disgusting piece of shit.”
His eyes darkened, and his hand fucking shot out, gripping her by the throat and pushing her against a wall. “Don’t think you can talk to me like that, Juliette. Your father isn’t here to protect you anymore and I’m the one in fucking charge. Now that he’s gone, the boys and I can finally tap that forbidden pussy of yours.” His free hand moved down her body, squeezing a breast and moving between her legs before she started fighting back. The second she started kicking at him, his grip intensified and he violently pushed her even harder into the wall, her head hitting it with a sickening thud.
My blood started to sizzle as she choked beneath his strengthening grip. I grabbed the bars and started making any noise I could. “Let her go, you fucking bastard.”
Her frightened gaze shot quickly in my direction, and I could see the terror swirling in those pretty green eyes of hers. She was afraid, and I wanted to kill that bastard for even touching her.
She kept struggling, and I started yelling even louder, hoping to cause as much commotion as I could. When Hollender heard footsteps coming towards the door, he smiled evilly before dropping his hand. “Shut your fucking mouth, inmate!” he shouted over his shoulder.
Another deputy entered the room, and Hollender’s angry demeanor changed quickly. “That inmate just tried to choke out Rooker. We need to keep an eye on him. He’s fucking dangerous.”
“That’s a fucking lie!” I shouted. “You’re the one that grabbed her, not me!”
The deputy looked between us then at Rooker who only waved him off. “I’m fine, Reggie,” she barely got out because she was gasping for breath, and clutching at her throat that had angry red handprints on it.
“Are you sure?”
She glared at Hollender, but nodded her head. “Yeah, I’m fine.”
Hollender smiled smugly. “You shouldn’t let an inmate overpower you like that, Deputy Rooker. Next time you should be more careful.”
He sauntered toward the door, but not before meeting my hostile glare that was searing through his backside. “You should be careful, Mr. Buchanan, that violent streak you have could be considered deadly and you could end up with even more years on that life sentence heading your way.
Deputy Rooker glared at Hollender as he left the room, but I could see his little stunt had weakened her spirit just a tad. The fight in her eyes was gone, and the hard woman who threw me around so easily was now looking at the door in fear.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “They wouldn’t have believed me.”
I nodded, knowing she was probably right. “What about the cameras?” I asked, pointing up to the one above her head.
She frowned. “They don’t work. Haven’t in years. Rising Star doesn’t usually get any hard criminals in here so it’s an expense my father didn’t think was necessary. The only ones that do work are the ones out there.”
“What if an inmate tries to escape?”
“No one is ever held in here long enough for that to happen. Usually people are thrown in here for drunk and disorderlies, maybe a DUI, but nobody has ever really committed any hard crimes until you.”
I frowned. “I didn’t kill her. I don’t know how many times I have to tell you that. I don’t know why my gun was at the scene of the crime because the last time I saw it, it was in the glove box of my truck.”
“When you don’t have an alibi, evidence tends to stack up against you,” she replied weakly. She slumped into the desk chair near the wall and leaned her head against the cold grey cement behind her. “Maybe I should quit.”
“Does he do that shit often to you?” I asked quietly, knowing that she was already in fight mode and could go off on me at any second.
A small whisper is all that I got from her as she stroked at her throat and croaked out. “No, this is new.” She closed her eyes and sighed loudly. “Guess we’re gonna be spending a lot of time together, inmate,” she rasped out.
“Why’s that?”
“Because Hollender has officially made me your babysitter.”
Chapter Four
