“Or maybe you and your little club live up to your name after all. Cuff ‘em.”
“Get your fucking hands off me!” Jett shouts as the taller officer grips his arm and twists it harshly behind his back.
“This is all bullshit. It has nothing to do with us!” Cruiser protests as he rushes to help his friend. He reaches for the officer cuffing Jett and tugs him away, only for him to be dragged away by the other.
Jett struggles against the officer who has one of his wrists in a set of handcuffs. Cruiser holds his hands up in surrender, staring down the barrel of the officer’s gun as he drops to his knees.
This all my father’s doing.
I can’t let this happen.
“Stop.” I push my way between Jett, Cruiser and the officers to face Sheriff Collins. “Stop! It’s mine.”
Silence falls between all of us and all eyes immediately snap to me.
“Excuse me?” Collins asks.
“I said it’s mine,” I repeat.
Collins’ eyebrows rise. “Be very carefully what you say next, Kaia.”
“God knows I need a little pick-me-up living under the same roof as my father. Jett and Cruiser are innocent, they all are, they had no idea about any of it.” I do my best to sound convincing, I just have to pray Collins believes me so he’ll let Jett and Cruisergo.
“What the fuck is going on, Kaia?” Jett asks beside me, his face like thunder, giving me a look like he doesn’t recognise the person in front of him.
“I hid them there when I was here the other day,” I lie. “I didn’t think anybody would find them, let alone anyone tip off the cops.” I turn back to Collins and hold out my wrists in front of me. “So are you going to arrest me?”
Sheriff Collins studies me for a moment, his eyes flicking between both of mine. “We both know those drugs don’t belong to you,” he says, pulling out a set of cuffs and snapping them around my wrists.
“We both know how they really got there, don’t we,Sheriff?” I challenge, looking him dead in the eye. “And we both know they don’t belong to Jett or Cruiser so let them go.”
His nostrils flare, giving his officers the go ahead to release Jett and Cru before he guides me towards the exit.
19
“Myles is gonna freak the fuck out when he sees this,” I tell Allie as I run the tattoo gun over her skin, the black ink bubbling up under the needle, tinged with blood. I wipe it away with a tissue before carrying on with the design.
“That’s why he won’t see it until it’s too late, but at least I’ll enjoy my punishment.”
I stop and shoot her a look. “Didnotneed to know that.”
She laughs softly.
“Didn’t fancy a tramp stamp after all, huh?”
“I thought it best to be discreet. This way there’s only one person who’ll ever see it.”
“Guarantee he’s gonna ring my fucking neck for getting this close to your pussy, babe.”
“Pfft, hardly. You’re tattooing my thigh, not my vagina.”
I lift my eyes up to hers and smirk. “I’d definitely lose both my hands forthat. But still, he won’t like it.”
“Then he’ll have to deal with me. Would he rather me get tattooed by a friend or a stranger?”
“A pretty bold move to get a tattoo for a guy. Shit looks messy when you have to cover them over when shit goes south.”
She decided to go for‘My Love. My Life. My Ride of Die’.They’re the words Myles had engraved into her engagement ring.
