Before I can tell him he’s full of shit, he slams the door and gets into the front seat.
“We both know I wasn’t trying to get away, needle dick. Let’s be honest, you know the only way a woman will get close to you is if you have her in cuffs, so you take advantage when you can.”
“Watch it,” he warns.
Thanks to the streetlights, I can see his knuckles turning white already as he squeezes the steering wheel.
“What? Don’t like hearing the truth? I heard you had a thing for sex workers,” I say, remembering all the information Ridge gave me on the guy. “It’s okay to admit your dick doesn’t work like a normal man. I won’t judge.” I shrug.
He growls, slamming his hand so hard on the steering wheel that he makes the horn go off.
“Enough! This is your last chance to tell me what you know about Adam and the Mountain River MC. If you cooperate, we will cut you a deal.”
“Dude, no judgment, but are you slow? Like, are you all there mentally? I already told you that I know nothing and that you won’t get anything out of me. This is a vendetta for you, plain and simple. It’s really sad now that I think about it. How long have you been obsessed with my husband?”
“I’m not obsessed with him!” he yells so loudly I barely suppress my flinch.
“That’s what someone obsessed would say.” I hum.
“God, how the fuck does he put up with you?” he says more to himself than me.
I know I should watch my mouth, especially when I’m alone with the guy, but if there is one thing I know how to do, it’s run my mouth. I can’t help it. I blame my dad. He raised a girl who doesn’t put up with anyone’s shit, least of all some goddamn corrupt pig. I don’t like calling cops that, but this one fucking earns the name. He is a pig through and through.
“Hey, it takes a special type of man to handle all of this. You wouldn’t understand since you don’t have anything that works below the belt,” I quip back.
“Tell me what you know,” he grits out.
“I plead the Fifth,” I sing-song.
“You can’t plead the Fifth.”
“Pretty sure I can. It’s a law. People do it every day. You can’t make me testify against my husband. Remember? Adam? The man you are obsessed with and swear isn’t really my husband? Well, to the state, and in my heart, he is. So good luck,” I say as we pull into the police station.
Instead of pulling into a parking spot, he comes to a stop right outside the doors where other officers are waiting. He gets out and drags me out of the back seat.
“Just give me something, anything,” he pleads as he shuts the door.
“Aww, you’re begging now. That’s so cute. I’ll tell you one thing.” I watch as his eyes light up. “I want my lawyer.”
The sound of approaching footsteps gets my attention, and I look behind him.
“Does my hair look okay, boys? I want to make sure I look good for my photo-op,” I say to no one in particular.
One of the cops shakes his head, but I don’t miss the way the corners of his mouth twitch up.
As Detective Dickhead leads me into the police station, I take a deep breath for the first time since I got dragged away from Ridge. It’s almost over. I’m sure the lawyers are on their way, and I’ll be home in a few hours, tops.
I got this.
Ridge
It’s crazy how fast things can change on a dime. One minute you could be teasing your wife after fucking each other’s brains out, and the next you can have cuffs on your wrists. I lift my arms to scrub my hands over my face, but come up short. The chain rattles against the table, reminding me where I am.
Groaning, I tip my head back.
I should be concerned about myself. What this means for the club, me, but the only one I’m worried about is Rain.
I’m not worried about her giving them something on us. No, my girl is fucking loyal. She would have them chasing their tails for hours before they even noticed.
