Page 83 of Fanatic

Willow

I didn’t believe this. Jinx had phoned me, telling me that Chance, Sunny, and Banshee had been arrested. Fanatic was back in hospital and undergoing further tests. Hellfire and their old ladies had camped outside SPD and were creating mayhem. And Fanatic was cuffed to a bed and suspected in a kidnapping.

Way past anger, I stormed through the hallways, heading for Fanatic’s room. Tiny had refused to leave him and had also been arrested, as had Drake and Phoenix. Heads were going to roll for this. I slammed the doors open to the ward Fanatic was on, and Doc Gibbons hurried over.

“Fanatic’s stable. Doc Paul is in with him,” he said.

I nodded and headed for the area Doc Gibbons pointed at. Angrily, I shoved open the door and wondered what the fuck I’d walked into. Lio stood in front of Fanatic’s bed with Gold and Doc Paul. They were covering my man against Hope and Morris, who were arguing and making threats.

Blood red drowned my vision, and I grabbed Hope and slammed her against the wall. Morris came at me from my peripheral, but Gold intercepted him and blocked him.

“What is your fucking problem?” I shrieked, grabbing Hope around the throat. I smashed her head hard against the wall.

“Get your hand off me, I’ll have your badge,” Hope hissed.

“You’ll have shit. I’ll fuckin’ break you, you cunt. What’s your issue?” I slammed her again.

“Willow, let her go before you get a complaint,” Fanatic ordered weakly.

“I’ll go work for Hawthornes if I’m fired, but this bitch is going to answer me. Did you even check the alibis? Because a little birdie has told me you ain’t. You haven’t interviewed anyone or done anything to exclude Fanatic from your enquiries.”

“Isn’t our job to eliminate him,” Hope choked out.

My eyes narrowed. “Nah, but it’s procedure to investigate an alibi, and you haven’t. Apart from my statement, you’ve done fuck all else. Who are you working for? Because this stinks, or is that just you?”

“Ouch,” Fanatic commented from the bed.

“Take your hand off me, ASAC Ware,” Hope said hoarsely.

“Answer me, bitch,” I demanded, slamming her head a third time. I pulled my fist back and hammered her ribs. Hope squirmed as Morris began raising his voice.

“Gold. Shut him up,” I ordered.

“Assault on a cop, you’re done,” Hope choked out with a smile.

“Then I might as well go the whole hog,” I hissed and drew my weapon. Red mist descending, I shoved it in her mouth, and her eyes went wide. By the smell, Hope had just pissed herself.

“See, you think I’ll do time. Problem is, I’m still grief stricken by Grey’s loss and my little boy not having a father. I got plenty of witnesses who’ll vouch I can’t go anywhere near RC and haven’t set foot on Rage. As a survivor of the war and Grey’s widow, whose side do you think a jury will support?

“A dirty cunt of a cop trying to stitch up an innocent man who is also a hero? Or the widow of a hero? I can fuckin’ tell youwho’ll they side with. They’ll probably give me a medal for saving them a trial on your filthy ass. I wanna know what’s behind this pathetic frame job and who. Gotta ensure I set my dogs on the correct person when they go to tear them apart,” I seethed.

Hope’s eyes went wide, and she mumbled something around the nozzle.

“Can’t hear you, bitch.” Coldly, I smiled and cocked my weapon.

Hope started screaming as tears and snot began leaking down her face. I slowly pulled the gun out of her mouth. “Who are you working for?”

“My uncle was an aide to the president. He said to discredit the Michaelsons!” she screamed.

Morris groaned, and I grinned.

“Lio, Gold, take these into custody and release my family,” I ordered as Gold roughly spun Morris around and slammed him against the wall.

Doc Paul moved aside as I headed for the bed and unlocked Fanatic’s handcuffs. “Fuckin’ cunts,” I hissed again.

“Is it wrong I’m turned on?” Fanatic asked.

“Yeah. Because your sugar levels are fluctuating crazily, so, can you remain calm?” Doc Paul demanded.

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