Page 74 of Tattooed Love

Houses raided.

I was next.

I processed all this information in my mind quickly, and then cursed loudly.

I went running down the length of the pool, the boys sensing my urgency and throwing questions at me.

“Cops are going to raid us!” I yelled over my shoulder as I slid the glass door open quickly.

I heard the frantic splashing as the boys hurried out of the pool, but I didn’t stop to get their advice,or listen to their thoughts on the matter.

I had my own evidence to destroy.

***

“What the hell have you got that they would want?” Cole yelled at me as I flung clothes in every direction. Where the hell did I leave it?

“Don’t you guys have your own stuff to hide or destroy?,” I shot at him.

“Unlike you little sister, we don’t bring business home.” He grunted in annoyance, and I pushed past him and went to my bedside table.

“So, you are telling me those guns you carry are licensed?” I barked as I emptied the contents of my night stand on my bed.

Cole cursed under his breath and quickly left the room, only to be replaced by Troy.

“Amber, what have you got that the cops want?” He crossed his arms and watched me sift through the junk on my bed.

“Nothing,” I shot at him. Well, if I couldn’t find it, maybe they wouldn’t be able to either.

I heard the pounding on the front door and my eyes went wide. I scrambled to the closet and pulled a t-shirt over my wet bikini top, and then quickly pulled on a pair of shorts.

The boys hadn’t even mentioned my scar, or looked at it. Though their minds were elsewhere, they weren’t taking in my scar, they were too busy wondering what the hell had me going through my room like a mad woman.

My head suddenly snapped up and relief washed over me. “It’s not here.” I said out loud. I’d just remembered hurling it over the bridge, into the river.

“What isn’t here?” Troy frowned at me, and I shook my head.

“Doesn’t matter now.” I walked past him and down the corridor, although he turned quickly to follow me.

We both reached the top of the stairs as the cops broke through the door, screaming their usual shit.

I put both hands in the air and Troy did the same.

***

We all sat in the lounge. The boys sat across from me and the girls sat with them. I was on my own in the armchair as the detective with his bullet vest studied me.

“So Amber, been a while,” he stated smugly.

“Sorry, have we met before?” I arched an eyebrow and crossed a leg over my knee. “I don’t have the best memory.”

I knew that they weren’t allowed to ask questions when searching the house, but cops were pigs so they didn’t really follow the rules; the rules that they created.

Tyler grunted in amusement, and the detective narrowed his eyes at me.

“Did your boyfriend give you a warning? From the looks of your room, you were looking for something,” the detective stated as he closed the file in his hand and crossed his arms in front of me. “Why don’t you just help us out Amber, and, in return, you’d be doing yourself a favor.”

“Do you always use that line?” I leaned back in the chair, keeping my eyes squarely locked with his. “And my boyfriend did nothing of the sort, because I don’t have a boyfriend.”

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