Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 68400 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68400 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Dayden was looking at Wake with hero-worship in his eyes.
I chose that moment to look up at Wake, who was staring down at us all, his eyes a mask of blankness that scared me.
“You okay?” Wake asked me.
Was I?
Possibly.
“The cops have been called,” I heard someone announce.
The lady that’d seated us.
“While you’re doing the cop thing,” I heard Bain drawl. “I’ll just go ahead and call Sage to meet us down at the station. You know Graydon won’t let this one go without capitalizing on the opportunity.”
He wasn’t lying about that.
Within ten minutes, Graydon was there.
Within fifteen, without questioning anyone at all, Graydon was marching Wake out the door in handcuffs—leaving, might I add, the man that’d started this entire thing to begin with.
“Don’t think you’re off the hook,” Aodhan said. “We’ll take care of you our own way.”
“That’s illegal,” the man hissed, backing away and reaching for his girlfriend.
The girlfriend that Etienne had helped out at some point by handing her a stack of hundred-dollar bills and told her to call an Uber.
“She’s gone,” Etienne supplied. “Hopefully, far, far away from you and your crazy ass.”
“I’ll find her,” the man growled.
I snatched my purse and keys up, then started walking out behind Wake.
I watched as the sheriff roughly shoved him into his cruiser.
Wake went, very compliantly, and rolled his eyes the moment our gazes made eye contact across the parking lot.
Graydon slammed the door closed hard, a look of pure evilness on his face when he rounded the hood of his cruiser. When he got in, he purposefully took off too fast, hoping to throw Wake into the glass. But he didn’t accomplish his goal, and only accomplished over correcting and nearly flipping the whole damn vehicle.
Wake did hit the glass then, unable to stop his body from moving due to sheer centrifugal force alone.
His face hit the window, and that’s when I realized that Wake might’ve been the one to blow up today, but had I been alone, it could’ve just as easily been me.
Anger burned in the pit of my stomach, hot and violent.
Slamming my car door closed behind me, I sped to the police station, passed the sheriff, and took a side road that would lead me directly where I wanted to go.
When I got there, it was in time to see Sage stepping out of his car.
“Whoa,” he said when he saw my face. “Everything okay?”
“I want documentation of every single cut, bruise and scrape on his body before this night is over,” I growled. “And I want to sue the fuck out of that piece of shit.”
Sage’s eyes glowed. “Turns out, I’m really good at suing.”
He fuckin’ better be.
Crossing my arms over my chest, I waited with impatience for Graydon to show with my husband.
When he arrived, ten minutes later, Wake was looking quite angry, Graydon looked like a kid with his favorite toy in reach, and was barely paying any attention to where he was going. IE, he nearly ran over me.
If Sage hadn’t grabbed me and forced me backward, behind the brick wall that housed the damn trash cans for the department, I would’ve been run right over.
Graydon didn’t even notice as he got out of the car.
“You know,” Sage snapped. “People usually look where they’re going when they try to find a parking spot. Not to mention, they tend to make sure not to park on sidewalks of any kind.”
Graydon looked confused as he rounded the car to see what Sage was talking about.
He got there, shrugged, and then went to Wake’s back door.
“I highly suggest you take those off him,” Sage told the sheriff evenly. “Or we’ll file charges, right here and now, for police brutality.”
“You could try,” Graydon challenged.
Wake clenched his fists, and I could tell that he was losing patience.
“I don’t know if you noticed, but the man you left behind—the one Wake saved a girl and his daughter from—got pissed and started wrecking the restaurant. I’m sure you got quite a few calls on it by now. How many of those have you ignored, trying to fight some vendetta against Wake?”
That whole trashing the restaurant was a complete guess. He’d looked like he was ready to break things before I left. It was an educated guess, but one that seemed to hold water when I saw the guilty look flash across Graydon’s face.
“My deputies have it handled,” he tried.
“Your deputies, as of today, have gone from six to two. Because of poor working environment, and a lack of a competent leader,” Sage surprised us by saying. “As of right now, I don’t think there’s anyone inside to even process this farce of an arrest you have going on here.”
Graydon’s face flamed cherry red as if he knew that we were right.
He ground his teeth, then reluctantly yanked Wake around by his wrists.