“I’m not a mother, but lord knows I will make her one. Fuck, I can’t wait to leave my kids in her,” I taunt him.
His chair slides back, hitting the wall as he jumps up. His hands come around my throat and start to apply pressure.
“Careful, cameras are rolling. You should know better,” I rasp.
“Cameras are off. Say good night,” he says.
I control my breathing, trying to take whatever little breath I have. I let myself grow completely lax. Most people would be struggling, but not me. I trained myself for this. Even if he were to kill me today, there wouldn’t be a single mark on him to make them think I did a damn thing to cause it.
As he really starts to squeeze, the door slams open.
“Dude, the lawyer is here. You have five seconds,” a breathless young cop says.
Before he can even let go of me, my lawyer barges in.
“Get your hands off my client,” the club lawyer hisses, while two other cops come in behind him.
“He came at me,” Hampton says, stepping away, hands raised.
Mr. Smith raises a brow. “His hands are chained and folded on the table. There are two people in the room who are supposed to be watching the camera feed that happens to be off. Stop lying.”
Hampton’s jaw clenches.
“Now, how about you give me a minute alone with my client as his constitutional right,” Mr. Smith demands.
Hampton glares at me before leaving the room, slamming the door shut behind him.
“He’s a fucking lawsuit waiting to happen,” Mr. Smith mutters.
“You’re telling me. This isn’t my first run-in with him. Now tell me, have you seen Rain yet?”
He sits down across from me. “She’s out and waiting with the brothers. They are processing your paperwork right now to get you out of here.”
Sighing, I relax. “Thank fuck. Did you find anything out?”
“All I can say here is that all eyes are on the club. They had to let all of you go because of unlawful arrests. Not to mention the fact that they shouldn’t have even been there since they have no say in code enforcement. The Mayor is pissed and doesn’t want this to become a thing.”
“All of us?” I ask in shock, skipping over what he said about the Mayor.
Surely someone put up a fight.
Mr. Smith smirks. “Yes, even those of you who threw punches. It helps when it’s all on video that a cop uses unnecessary restraint and throws punches first. Or, in your case, places a barrel to your forehead unexpectedly. Nice move pushing it away, though. I’m pretty sure I would have been shitting bricks if I were in your shoes.”
“Not the first time,” I say without thinking about it.
“I don’t want to know. Now, before we get out of here, I have one question.”
“What’s up?” I ask, exhaustion hitting me like a freight train.
“Do you want to press charges against Detective Hampton?”
“Can I?”
“Let me see what I can do. Just sit tight. I’ll have you out of here soon.”
CHAPTER
TWENTY-SIX
