Page 20 of Viva Wed Vegas

The officer leads me down a long hall before stopping in front of a door. I arch my brow at him. “I thought there were only communal cages,” I counter.

“Your client was too unpredictable to be put in one, and for future reference, we call them cells. Not cages,” he states firmly.

“Metal bars from floor to ceiling entrapping a living creature is a cage. A cell has walls, a door, and a bed,” I snap back, pushing my way past him and through the door that was kept unlocked. It was dark when we stepped in.

The officer quickly flicks on the fluorescent overhead light, making me blink to adjust my eyes.

I suck in a breath when I see Ghost cuffed to a table, his body slumped over, his arms covered with blood. “Ghost?” I call out. He groans and lifts his head to look at me. His face is covered with fresh and dried blood, thanks to the large cut on his temple that continues to bleed. My head whips around to the officer that brought me in here. “Ring an ambulance right now!” I demand.

“Our medics deemed him fit and well,” he counters.

“And who are your medics, the three blind mice??!” I yell. Ghost grunts out a laugh behind me. “Anyone with working eyesight can see he needs medical attention. Get an ambulance here right now,” I growl through gritted teeth.

The officer nods and leaves.

I walk over to Ghost and grab a tissue out of my bag to try and stop the bleeding. “Star is fine. I brought her some clothes, and she said to tell you that you had better not have messed up your pretty face for the wedding,” I state, relaying Star’s words to him.

He grunts. “Well, she’s shit out of luck. They touch her?” he asks, his voice low with a threatening undertone.

“No, and by all accounts she has the other prisoners in her cage terrified of her. I think the officers are a little afraid, too,” I assure him, smiling.

“So, here is the plan. I will bail you out. You will both get married tomorrow as planned. Then we go to court, and I will get all these charges dropped, but for that to happen, I need you to refrain from killing the officers,” I point out.

“I can withhold from killing them for now,” he agrees.

I sigh. “Not what I was asking, but then I suppose that will have to be good enough.”

I stand there holding the pathetic pieces of tissue to Ghost’s wound. Blood seeps through it onto my hand until the officer comes back with a couple of EMTs.

“How long has he been like this?” one of them asks.

I step back and arch my brow at the officer who doesn’t answer.

“At least an hour. Their medic deemed him fit and well,” I say with a huff.

One of the EMTs looks over her shoulder, wide-eyed. “I will be pushing for charges,” I assure her, and just to remind the officer of that fact.

“He needs stitches and needs to be assessed for possible concussion,” she states.

“Might be looking at a broken rib or two as well,” the other EMT points out. I grab my phone and take pictures for evidence before a knock at the door sounds and a good looking guy in a smart suit walks in.

“When I got a call that the mighty fucking Ghost and his ol’ lady had been arrested, I knew I had to come down and see for myself that it was true.” He smirks.

I straighten my back, ready to argue, but Ghost speaks first, looking up at him. “Well shit, if it ain’t Agent fucking Jared.” Ghost smirks.

Jared smiles, and I relax when I realise they are friends. “Alina, I’m Ghost’s lawyer,” I state, holding out my hand to introduce myself.

He reaches out to shake my hand but stops when he sees the blood stains on it. I quickly withdraw and give him a soft smile.

“Hap’s ol’ lady,” Ghost interrupts.

Jared smiles and nods, placing his hands in his pockets. “I see, and what’s the bail?” Jared asks the officer.

“For him, a hundred grand. For her, twenty,” he states.

My gaze snaps to him. “For what? And how on earth did you come to that figure? A minor misdemeanour, if that, shouldn’t be higher than ten,” I argue.

“He assaulted an officer,” the guy argues.

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