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“Bullshit. We’re talking about Fanatic here. If you take him out of here with cuffs, Phoe will have your badges. And public opinion? Arresting a hero of the Rapid City war will destroy SPD, and Rage and Hellfire will make sure of that. You’ll need new jobs within a month,” I hissed.

“Stop threatening us. Willow, do you think we want this? Fanatic’s a friend. But we assured Chief Holmes we could get Fanatic to come in quietly,” Gold said.

Honestly, I should empathise with them, but they were accusing Fanatic of something heinous. That was a totally fabricated lie, and I wasn’t going to stand here idly.

“Willow, it’s okay,” Fanatic mumbled.

“No, it’s not. Because this shit sticks, and once one bitch has lied, they all will. They’ll drop charges for a payout. Innocent or not, Fanatic will be attacked and accused because of Phoe. Screw you, get out of my house, you’re not taking him,” I hissed.

“Babe, it’s fine. No doubt, I’ve an alibi because I’ve rarely been alone. Look, I’ll agree to come with you, but no cuffs. Willow is right, that shit will be everywhere, and the minute it is… Mum’s gonna fuck SPD up,” Fanatic said.

“That’s acceptable, and with the stuff happening with Willow, you’ve got an excuse,” Lio added.

“Get rid of the uniforms,” I scowled.

“Willow…”

“Lio, I’m a fuckin’ Fed. I uphold the law! Send them away!” I yelled.

Gold swapped glances with Lio and nodded before moving to speak to the officers. I rushed into the kitchen and grabbed Danny’s go bag and some snacks and dragged a brush through my hair.

Luckily, I was showered and dressed. Fanatic and I had been planning to take Danny to the zoo. Angrily, I headed to the hallway and snatched my keys.

“Gold, I’ll bring Fanatic in.”

“No way, Willow, we’re doing you a favour. Fanatic comes with us, you might ‘lose’ him on the way,” Lio replied firmly.

“Honey, if you ever want sex with me, get your ass in the car now,” I ordered.

Fanatic froze before literally running to the SUV and climbing in.

“Lio, I’ll say this one more time, I’m a fucking Fed. Don’t ever call my integrity into question again,” I hissed. “Whatever bitch accused Fanatic of this is a lying cunt. Ain’t got to run, but you two… oh boy, are you in my shit books.”

With that, I rushed out and strapped Danny into my vehicle. Ignoring the cops, I pulled out and headed towards the SPD. My anger wasn’t fading as minutes ticked past.

“Babe, I won’t say a word until a lawyer arrives,” Fanatic said into the silence as I seethed.

“Not a single syllable apart from lawyer,” I ordered.

“I swear I did not—”

“Don’t you dare tell me you didn’t do this! Fanatic, I know you fucking didn’t. Whatever cunt fabricated these lies is in for a world of pain.”

“Babe, I think you’re angrier than me.”

“Possibly.” And we lapsed into silence. What else could we say?

Fanatic

Appearing relaxed, I was seated in the interview room. Naturally, I was anything but relaxed, but I wasn’t going to let these assholes know that. I’d been read my Miranda rights again and was now waiting for a lawyer.

Lio and Gold weren’t allowed to question me, and I sat in front of two cops I didn’t know. They’d introduced themselves from Black Hawk PD and then tried questioning me. I’d said lawyer three times.

“If you’d just speak to us, we could probably clear this up quicker,” detective Luke Morris commented. Amused at their persistence, I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms.

“Don’t you want to help?” Detective Sarah Hope asked.

“You think because I’m English, I’m stupid, but I know my rights. Lawyer, and stop trying to entrap me. That won’t work,” I finally stated.

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