“God dammit,” Ridge mutters as my heart races.
People are screaming, crying, and yelling. It’s pure fucking chaos. Two cops come right up to us, guns drawn. Instinctively, I raise my hands in the air, showing them I’m not a threat, and start to lower myself toward the ground.
One of the cops reaches out and catches my arm, squeezing it hard enough to leave a bruise. I cry out more in surprise than in fear.
“Don’t even think about it,” he hisses.
“Don’t fucking touch her. She was complying,” Ridge snaps.
My stupidly handsome, loving husband tries to pull me away from the dick with a badge, only to have a barrel placed on his forehead.
It doesn’t even faze Ridge. He would gladly take that bullet for me. I refuse to let him, though. I don’t want to live this life without him.
“Adam, don’t,” I beg, switching to his real name to emphasize my seriousness.
“Give me a reason. I dare you. Make my fucking day,” the cop mutters.
Ridge reaches up and pushes the barrel away. “You didn’t even have your finger on the trigger, douchebag, and the safety is on. What is this? Your first raid?” He taunts the man.
I squeeze my eyes shut. “Jesus Christ, can we not make this worse for ourselves? Keep your damn mouth shut.”
The cop who’s holding me spins me around and places cuffs on my wrists.
“You’re all under arrest,” the cop says, his voice finally registering.
Oh, great. It’s the detective who has a hard-on for Ridge. Wonderful. Fucking great.
“Let go of her. We weren’t doing anything. What grounds are you arresting us?” Ridge snaps.
“Over occupancy,” Detective Hampton says gleefully.
“Dude, unless you’ve changed professions recently, you aren’t the Fire Marshall and don’t get to make that call.”
“Are you resisting arrest?”
I bite my tongue until I can taste copper. I hate how much joy he is taking in this. If I thought I could get away with it, I would knee him in the balls. Instead, my logical mind wins, and I keep my mouth shut.
Not getting the reaction out of me that he wants, Detective Hampton starts dragging me to the door.
“Rain!” Ridge calls out.
I look over my shoulder and see him trying to push past the cop.
“Add assaulting an officer to your charges,” Hampton calls out to the officer holding Ridge, his tone gloating.
Ridge doesn’t give him the time of day. “I’ll meet you there, baby. I’m right behind you.”
I nod and turn forward, scanning the room. Immediately, I find the other old ladies and see that they aren’t being bothered. In fact, some of the cops have circled around them, protecting them.
Interesting.
When we get outside, I watch as a couple of brothers are ushered into cop cars. Panther is off to the side, talking to a cop. If his hand movements are anything to go by, I assume he’s telling the guy how fucked up this is.
When Detective Hampton goes to shove me into the back seat of the SUV, he grabs my ass.
“Watch it, handsy!” I snap.
He chuckles. “It was a slip of the hand. You tried getting away. Guess you are getting another charge too.”
