Page 28 of Brood

Chapter Twenty-Three

I don’t know how shit is going to go as I pull up to the Bonnor County Sheriff’s department. Show and Roman are with me cutting off the engines to their bikes as well. “Keep your cool brother. Only way we are getting her out is if we play the part. Make them think we are here peacefully.” Roman tries to keep me from stepping in there and killing everyone.

“Got it,” I concede, opening the door, and we both step inside, Show hanging back as lookout. There still is the threat of someone coming after Jordyn that I don’t let far from my mind, and with her being held up in a cop shop, her location is most likely public knowledge.

“Something I can help you boys with?” a tall gray-haired, bad mustache wearing mother fucker with a badge asks us.

“Got my girl in here. I’d like to take her home,” I state, not even realizing I said, my girl.

“And who might that be? We don’t have any women here. Just a couple drunks sleeping their hangover away.” I start to lunge forward, but Roman grabs my shoulder, squeezing slightly.

“Hang on a sec,” Roman tells me and makes a call, hand still clasped to me as if I might burst out of my mind and beat the cop to death. I just might too. If the prick lies to me one more— “Hang tight brother.” Roman does his best to reel me in and steps away from where I’m about to pummel the officer into the worn wooden desk his pot belly is parked behind. I don’t catch the words that are said on Roman’s side of the conversation, only that when he comes back he is no longer on the phone. I give him a side glance to which he only responds to with a grin. Then the phone on the cop’s desk starts ringing. “Better answer that officer, might be important.” Roman chuckles and crosses his arms over his chest, looking like he is the only one who knows the punchline to his own joke.

“Bonner County Sheriff’s department.” The officer is all professional as if he isn’t holding a girl in this building and lying about it. His face pales as the person on the line presumably starts talking. “Yes, sir.” A long pause and what seems to be a raised voice on the other end comes next, then, “Sir. Yes, I will right away—” He pulls the phone away from his ear then slowly places it back on the receiver. He waits for a beat too long before looking up at us once again, smug expression wiped off his pasty face. “She’s back this way.” The cop grumbles and starts toward a long hallway.

I shoot a look back to Roman, who shrugs. “Got some friends in high places.” I don’t question who he is talking about. The man has some relatives that live here in Idaho, relatives that hold some type of office if my memory serves right.

“I don’t know who the hell you two are, but there is a damn big reward for her you just fucked me out of—” I end his complaining and shove him up against the wall.

“The fuck you say?”

“The reward on her head. That’s why you are here, isn’t it? To collect it yourself.” His back hits the wall hard, causing a low groan to fall from his mouth.

“When will they be here?” He only howls in pain trying to hold his back, the fucker thinks he’s in pain I’ll give him real pain. Once more, I slam him against the wall “When!”

“I don’t know the exact time.”

“When did you contact them?”

Slam.

Slam.

“Three hours ago!” I let him drop to the floor. “We need to get the fuck gone,” I tell Roman who agrees and shoots off a text to Show, probably telling him to stay vigilant.

I abandon the cop on the floor and walk further down the short hallway. When I reach the small jail cell the building has, I find only the two people the cop mentioned earlier. Cursing to myself, I double back and start opening every door I walked past. It isn’t until the last one that I find Jordyn, red splotchy cheeks and tears still streaming down her beautiful face. “Brood,” she sighs my name with a slight smile, relief clear in her tone.

“Come on. We need to get moving.” I reach out to grab her from the chair, but she is up already and flinging her arms around me.

“They took my car somewhere, and the bag is inside it,” she whispers in my ear, dropping down to her feet, looking up at me to see what I will do next. As much as I want to say fuck the money, I know it could possibly be her bargaining chip.

“Where is her damn car?” I snap at the cop, still crumpled on the floor.

“It was impounded.” His voice is shaky now, and I know damn well the slimy bastard knows exactly what I really want. Taking my piece from the back of my jeans, I catch the gasp from Jordyn and the groan from Roman when I go forward and bring the barrel right under the cop’s chin.

“Got two seconds to tell me where the bag is before I make sure you are eating your food through a straw. If you make it that far.” He sputters a little more, but when I press up with the barrel, his words clear up really quick.

“It’s in my office! I didn’t take any, I swear. They said I could keep it if they got her back and would give me double. I just needed to hand her over!” Taking the butt of the gun, I smack it over his temple and turn to Jordyn.

“Let’s go find the damn thing,” I grumble, and we head back down the hall, checking every other room a-fucking-gain until we find the cop’s office. Sheriff Shriner. Dick weed. Jordyn races in and rummages around the room, coming up with nothing until she tears open a closet.

“Found it!” she calls out then stops to look at me with her big smile fading on her face as my phone starts ringing.

“Show?” I answer with a bark.

“Yeah. Got some company out here. Couple black SUV’s,” he says, making my teeth grind together. We weren’t quick enough.

“They’re here.” Her face pales. “Make your way out back. We will take care of them. You get outside and get yourself as far from this building as you can. I’ll find you, Jor. Promise,” I tell her, pointing toward the back door. “Go on.” Before she does, she jumps on me, much like she did earlier only this time it’s to actually hug me.

“Thank you,” she whispers then places a soft kiss on my cheek. I get her down and shove her to the back as Roman and I head outside to face whatever the fuck is out there.

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