Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 70518 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70518 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
“This man needs an ambulance,” one of the cops said, kneeling over Eric.
“This isn’t what it looks like,” Sawyer said, coming forward. “We’re the good guys.”
“This guy’s on the job!” Another cop yelled, pulling some kind of badge out of Eric’s pocket.
Several cops turned and pointed their weapons at me as I tried to sit up.
I lifted my hands in surrender. “I am unarmed,” I said quietly.
“You’re under arrest,” another policeman said, pulling out handcuffs and snapping them on my wrists.
“What the fuck?!” Sawyer stepped forward, arguing with the cops, but I barely heard them.
“Lawyer’s already on the way to the police station!” Boone called after me as a cop led me outside.
“Don’t say anything until we get there!” Sawyer yelled, following us.
I barely heard them, though.
Getting arrested was the least of my worries.
The only thing I could think about was Lucy.
She’d seen the beast beneath my polished exterior.
Now she knew firsthand who I really was.
So I’d saved her.
But I’d also lost her.
The last thing I saw as they put me in one of the police cars was Lucy’s devastated, tear-filled face. And she couldn’t even look at me.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
Lucy
“Well?” I asked Sawyer the moment he was off the phone.
“I mean…it’s not great. Wes’s attorney isn’t a criminal defense guy, but he recommended someone and is trying to reach him now.”
I knew all the legal stuff was a big deal, but I couldn’t bring myself to worry about it right now. All I cared about was Kon’s state of mind. How was he? Was he in an overcrowded cell? Was he terrified about what was going to happen because of all of this?
I sure as hell was. Kon had risked not just his life, but also his career and his reputation, to save me from my psychotic ex-boyfriend. I’d never intended to drag him into all of this, and now he was at the center of it.
“When can we see him?” I asked Sawyer, walking over to the coffeepot to brew another pot.
“They said visiting hours are Tuesday and Thursday, but he has to have a bond hearing and get processed before he’s eligible.”
A fresh round of tears sprung to my eyes at the mention of “visiting hours” and “bond hearing.” Kon was a prisoner, all because Nate was a greedy criminal.
“Lucy, stop,” Sawyer said firmly. “You’re already shaky from the amount of coffee you’ve had. You don’t need any more.”
I dropped the scoop back into the coffee grounds and turned to face him, tears streaming down my face.
“I don’t know what else to do, Sawyer. I need something to do. This waiting is too much.”
He nodded. “I could start drinking again, and you could join me.”
My jaw dropped, but before I could get any words out, he was laughing.
“Kidding,” he said. “But yeah, all of this…it’s a lot.”
“Eric is still alive, though, right?”
When the paramedics had arrived at the warehouse, they’d loaded Eric onto a stretcher and rushed him to the hospital. Though he’d been bloodied beyond recognition, he’d been alive, and for Kon’s sake, we needed him to stay that way.
“As far as I know; no one’s told me otherwise,” Sawyer said. “You need to lie down, Lucy.”
The doctor at the hospital had told me the same thing. After I’d been checked over and had photos taken of my injuries, a nurse had brought me some medicine and the doctor had said I’d need to take it easy for at least the next few days.
Taking it easy was impossible, though. How could I relax when the man I was falling in love with was in a jail cell? All I had to do was picture him there and I burst into tears.
“I don’t suppose they’d let me drop off some cookies for him,” I said, not really joking.
“Probably not.”
I sighed heavily. “I’m going to prep some casseroles. I have to do something.”
“Luce, you need to get off your feet.”
I opened a cookbook app on my phone. “This is a healthy coping mechanism. I have to keep my mind busy.”
I was scrolling through recipes, and as soon as I landed on one for chicken and dumplings—Kon’s favorite—I burst into tears again.
“This is crazy,” I said, burying my face in my hands. “He was there to save me from a bunch of criminals with guns. Why is he the one in jail?”
A couple of days later, the tables had turned.
Kon was out of jail and hadn’t been charged with anything. The police and prosecutor’s office were still reviewing things, but once the Mavericks owner had gotten wind of what was going on and sent in a high-dollar defense team, things had started moving quickly.
Eric was alive and stable. Though his nose would probably never look the same, he was expected to make a full recovery. And when he was well enough, he’d be going to jail.