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Chapter 36

Haylee

I hated the police nearly as much as I hated my parents. The police in my experience are wanna-be gangsters who didn’t have the intellect for crime, thus they joined a force to stop crime. In reality, all they wanted to do was get involved and get their cut. They couldn’t cut it in the real outlaw world, so they use their badge to get a cut of honest gangsters’ pay.

Like I said wanna-be gangsters, that was exactly how I looked upon the police.

Right now it was torture having to breathe the same air as one of those spineless bastards.

“I’m his wife,” I gritted out the details again. Who else would bail him out of jail but me?

The police officer smirked. “That so?”

“Yes.”

The officers shared a look. God, they weren’t just spineless but stupid, too.

“We’ll get him for you.” They then took payment of the bail and I assumed went to go get him. But knowing the fucking useless bastards, they would forget what they are doing. Memory like a gold fish they had.

“Haylee.”

I spun around. You have to be fucking kidding me.

“What are you doing here?” I questioned Angeline.

She smirked while walking towards me. “I was his one phone call.”

So he had gotten a phone call. Why hadn’t he called me? Did he blame me for what had happened?

“I guess he knows what you’re really only good for . . . sucking and taking cock.”

I had this habit, it wasn’t a good habit, but I suffered from rage fits. And right now, I saw my blinded rage go up several notches. I wanted so badly to squeeze the air from her lungs just so she realised how powerful I am.

The doors clicked open, and I heard them swing wide. “Here is ya husband, but our question is, what are you doing with the whores that came in with him,” the police officer said to my back, and I sure as hell wasn’t turning around right now.

“Haylee James Killer.”

Only my full name, or at least, my full street name would calm me down right now while also sending alarms off. I turned, my eyes not on Lucian but on the man behind him who was weaving around Lucian.

“Been awhile.” Bakes, a known street cook, greeted me.

“Arrested again, Bakes?” I mocked before he grabbed me into a hug.

“Nah, sweetheart, was caught up with all that shit at the hotel.” He grinned at me. “Shit, you look good. But red doesn’t suit ya. Where is that raven-haired beauty I know.” He nudged me. “You were born with the darkness of a fallen angel, Haylee, you shouldn’t brighten it up with red,” he leant in, “unless it is blood.” He winked.

“You smoking some of that shit now?” I asked as he grabbed my elbow, pulling me away from the officers.

“What you doing here?” He ignored my question, and he didn’t catch the glares Lucian was giving him for touching me.

“Bailing my husband out,” I said firmly. He went silent, then glanced behind me. Bakes saw the famous Lucian standing there, looking like a cage fighter. I had no idea what happened at the hotel, but he had bruises from it.

Bakes looked at me, then Lucian again, and then a rumbling laugh came from him.

“That’s funny, Haylee. You wouldn’t marry anyone. Ya as mad as a hatter and as trigger happy as a serial killer.” The officers shot me a glance.

The officers had wanted to pick a fight with me, trying and throw Lucian under the bus for being with whores. But I didn’t care. Hell, if anyone should care, it should be Angeline because she was still hung up on my husband.

“Last time I checked, Bakes, I think you owed me money. Perhaps you should disappear before I get it out of you.” My remark caused him to weave around me, basically running from the station.

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