“You don’t think I wanted to do just that?” I shouted. “If I’d called you, what would you have told King? That a man you have absolutely no fucking relationship with called you out of the blue to help him cover up a murder?”
“You could have called Gunner. He would have helped.”
I shook my head. “Fuck you, Tony. I never should have called you at all. Get the fuck out of my house.”
“Simon.” He took a step forward as I took a step back.
“No,” I said, taking another step back. “I’m done. I don’t need your help. I don’t care what happens to me. My sister is not going to prison. She won’t survive it.”
“Youwon’t fucking survive it!” he yelled.
“Well, at least the men who fuck me in prison won’t behiding in the fucking closet.” I grabbed my keys and brushed past him. He could stay there as long as he wanted. I had a statement to make.
I climbed into my car, ignoring the sexy man in the suit who was still yelling at me. He didn’t seem to mind drawing attention to himself now.
I pulled into the sheriff’s station and groaned. Was he fucking serious right now? I climbed from my car and marched up to the giant man standing in front of the door.
“Why are you here, Goliath?”
“Not sure. Matlock called and told me, and I quote,‘Get your giant ass down to the station and keep Simon outside until I get there.’So you want to tell me why you’re at the station?”
“No.” I moved around him, and he sidestepped, blocking my path. “Gunner, I’m not in the mood.”
He pulled his head back, narrowing his eyes at me. “This is serious. You never call me by my name.” His eyes roamed over me, landing on my bandaged hand. “What the fuck happened, Simon?”
“He’s trying to confess to killing Alan.” I closed my eyes as Tony’s voice washed over me.
“Alan’s dead?” Goliath asked. “Where’s Sadie?”
“That’s what I would like to know.”
I spun around, crossing my arms over my chest. “Why are you here?”
“Because you need a fucking lawyer,” he growled.
“I don’t actually. I can represent myself,” I said smugly.
“A man who represents himself has a fool for a client.”
“Now I’m a fool? Boy, Tony, you’re really making me rethink my stance on firing you.”
“You didn’t fucking fire me!”
“Okay, you two,” Goliath stepped between us. “Back to your corners.” Goliath’s hand on my chest had me closing my eyes, for no other reason than I was frustrated with Tony. Was Goliath gorgeous? Absolutely. Did I have a crush on the giant? Yes, I did. But the asshole in the suit was the one who held my heartin his grasp, choking me with it.
“Get your fucking hand off him, Gunner.”
My eyes snapped open as Goliath put his hands up. That wasn’t suspicious at all. I glared at Tony and opened my mouth to say something snide to him when I heard another voice.
“What seems to be the issue, Anthony?”
“Really, Tony? You called the judge?”
Judge Markham was my father’s best friend. I’d told Tony all about my relationship with him, and now he was using it against me.
“If you won’t listen to me, then you’ll listen to him,” Tony hissed. “Judge, last night Alan Sanders was found dead. Simon has to give a statement this afternoon and refuses to listen to the advice of his counsel.”
“I fired you!” I snapped.
