“Ma’am? There must be some mistake. Brooklyn worked for us as a bartender at our strip club, I would never hurt her.”
She laughed evilly. And god dammit, for some reason I found it sexy as hell. “That’s what they all fucking say. Now, you have the right to remain silent, anything you say or do will be held against you in the court of the law. You have the right to an attorney…”
Out of nowhere, Tess burst into the room. “He already has one!” she exclaimed. “I’m Tess Monroe, I’m Mr. Buchanan’s lawyer.”
The woman looked Tess up and down before smirking. Fuck, even her smirk was sexy.
Stop it, Duncan. She’s here to arrest you, not molest you. Though a good molesting by her sounds rather hot right about now. I bet her hands would feel damn good wrapped around my shaft, stroking it up and down... damn it, Duncan, just stop with these stupid insane thoughts! You’re about to be arrested for something you didn’t do, you stupid motherfucker.
“Guess they put you on retainer, huh? Figures. It’s probably why he fucking married you. All these damn clubs are the same. A bunch of low-life assholes that take pride in ruining other people’s lives. Well, not today. I’m taking this one with me and we’re gonna throw the goddamn book at him for what he did, killing a pregnant woman in cold blood like the fucking sick animal he is.”
Animal? Sick? What the hell was the woman talking about? I was far from a sick animal, and I definitely wasn’t some low-life criminal that was hell bent on destruction and ruining people’s lives. I thought, trying to avoid the other ones that would contradict every lie I just said in my mind. What I really did and where I really was that night, put the whole club in jeopardy. I wanted to tell them, but I wasn’t sure what Zodiac would do when he found out...
Rage started overwhelming me again, and a few angry tears ricocheted down my face in a zigzag pattern as I thought about everything that led up to this point. I may have done some horrible things that day after leaving the wedding, but how in the hell was Brooklyn’s death getting pinned on me?
She grabbed my wrists, and slapped the cuffs on them with such force it kinda hurt.
This was not how I pictured my first experience being handcuffed by a woman to turn out. Hot or not, this cop was arresting me for something I didn’t do.
Tess stepped forward, staring the woman down with zero fear. “Ma’am, I can assure you that Duncan had nothing to do with Brooklyn’s murder. I was there, and he was nowhere near the crime scene.
“If I remember correctly, you stated you saw a black vehicle driving away from the crime scene. Do you not own a black Ford F250?”
“I do, but I wasn’t anywhere near where Brooklyn was shot. I was at the clubhouse drinking.” It was a lie. I wasn’t anywhere near the clubhouse that day, but I wasn’t about to tell her that.
“Do you have anyone to back up your story?”
“No. I was there alone,” I stated while shaking my head.
She grinned evilly and it was fucking sexy as all hell again. “Then you’re coming with me.”
Tess stepped forward, halting her in place. “Deputy, you’re gonna have to do a lot better than circumstantial evidence to detain my client like this.”
The deputy’s grin got even wider. “Oh, don’t worry, I’m about to throw the book at this motherfucker.”
I shot a look at Zodiac, wondering if he was just as confused as I was. Couldn’t he stop this? Wasn’t there something he could say to keep her from arresting me?
From somewhere behind me, her smug voice said, “Maybe next time your client decides to shoot a pregnant woman in cold blood, he shouldn’t leave the murder weapon at the scene of the crime with his dirty prints all over it. This motherfucker is going to pay for what he did. He’ll be lucky to see daylight ever again.”
Murder weapon? My gun? There’s no way in hell my gun ended up at that scene. It was in my glove box, I left it there after I left… fuck… how is this happening right now? “You’re making a mistake! I didn’t do anything. Fuck! Why aren’t you listening to me. I wasn’t involved in Brooklyn’s murder. My gun is in my glove compartment, you can go check.” There was desperation in my plea, but only because I was afraid that this was all going to lead me to jail anyway. If they found out what I did, there was no coming back, I’d go to jail for sure.
Fuck, why the hell did I do it? I’m such a fucking idiot.
“We already had your truck impounded this morning for inspection. There wasn’t a single firearm inside the vehicle. Maybe you shouldn’t have been so sloppy.” She forcefully pushed me from behind, leading me out the door. She obviously hated me for some reason, I could feel it in the way she handled me, throwing me around like some cheap ragdoll she could discard whenever she wanted to.
“Got you, motherfucker,” she whispered in my ear. I could feel her hot breath against my neck and it made me wonder what her lips would feel like trailing the same path. Damn it, my cock was stirring in my pants again. Did this cop perform some strange sexual voodoo on me? Why was she affecting me this way?
She pushed my head down and threw me in the back of her squad car, stopping only to say something to another deputy before climbing into the front seat.
Her green eyes met mine in the rear-view mirror briefly before she looked away. Was that a tiny blush I saw rush over her cheeks?
“When I’m done with you, you’ll never see the light of day again,” she warned, pulling the car on down the road.
I should’ve been scared at that moment. I should’ve figured out something to say that would appease her already tainted thoughts about me. But nothing about that moment made sense in my mind. Not why I was being arrested. Not the crazy abnormal attraction I was feeling towards my arrestor. Everything was one jumbled mess of crazy, and like the fucking insane person I was, I said the first thing that popped into my mind.
“Has anyone ever told you that you’re fucking beautiful when you’re angry?”
Chapter Two
