Aaron’s dark eyes glance from me to Nico. “He was not happy about it.”
No, I don’t think he would be.
“Damien, the—” Aaron pushes the door open, just in time to see a figure slipping out through the back door.
“Fuck.”
Gritting my teeth, I run after him. Pulling open the door, I sprint for all I’m worth. The asshole hears me coming. He glances over his shoulder, trying to push harder, but he’s no match for me. The moment I get close enough, I lunge at him, the two of us tumbling to the ground. The impact knocks all the air out of my lungs as I pin his body down.
Damien curses under his breath, trying to get away. “Let go of me, asshole.”
His body wiggles underneath mine like a fish out of water. His elbow jabs me in my gut. “Not a chance,” I mutter, grinding my teeth. In the distance, I hear pounding feet moving closer, but my attention is fixed on the man in front of me.
Shifting slightly so I have a better hold on him, I grab his arm and twist it behind his back, pulling out my handcuffs.
“I’m going to sue you for this,” Damien barks, trying to break out of my hold.
“After running from law enforcement?” I let out a humorless chuckle as the sound of metal clicking into place reverberates in the air. “Good luck with that, dude.”
He tries to swing his other arm at me, but my fingers clasp around his wrist, and I tug him back, not even trying to be gentle about it.
“You’re gonna regret this.”
I lean into his ear and grind out, “Not as much as you’re gonna regret what you did to her.”
I shove him down to the ground and then I get to my feet just as Nico and Aaron join us. Nico’s gaze darts to Damien before switching to me. “Seriously?”
“What? He was running away, and your ass is slow.”
Turning to the sleazebag in question, I pull him to his feet. “So now we get to bring him in and ask him some questions.”
“I want my lawyer!” Damien demands for the hundredth time as the car comes to a stop in front of the station. “I know my rights!”
“You’ll get him once you’re inside,” Nico mutters before we both slip out of the car and close the doors, but even that doesn’t help to dull the protests of the man cuffed in the back seat.
“This is a fucking mess,” Nico hisses, running his hand over his face and then pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Tell me about it.”
I reach for the door handle, but Nico shoots me a death glare. “I think you’ve done enough.”
I press my lips into a tight line, fighting the annoyance. I nod once and take a step back. “I’m listening in.”
He rolls his eyes. “Of course you are.”
Shaking his head, he opens the door and pulls Damien out of the car before hauling him into the station.
“I’ll tell my lawyer about this bullshit,” Damien continues protesting as Nico leads him straight to the interrogation room. “I’ll sue you all. Just wait?—”
Nico closes the door in my face, effectively cutting him off. Sighing, I step into the observation room that’s connected by a one-way mirror. Their lips move as Nico takes off the handcuffs, but no sound reaches me. Going to the control panel, I turn on the speakers, Damien’s whining filling the room.
“—manhandling to the list as well.”
Sure, dude.
“There would have been no reason for us to manhandle you if you hadn’t run away,” Nico says calmly. “We just went there to talk.”
“As if,” the guy scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest. “Your asshole partner has had a beef with me ever since he stole my woman.” His gaze darts toward the mirror, and the muscle in my jaw twitches. His lips curl in a smug smile, as if he knows I’m on the other side. “How is it fucking her and knowing I had her first? Stretched that pussy so it fits like a glove.”
