Page 109 of Hitting the Goal Line
But the only thing that I could think about was her, making sure that she was safe, and the way her lips felt against mine after she told me that she would come back to me. I wanted to do everything in my power to make sure that she kept that promise, but now, after everything, that is probably gone.
I look at the clock again. Ten hours and twenty-five minutes.
A sigh escapes me. Looks like I’m sleeping here.
“Jacobi!” My name sounds out through the holding cells.
Not even bothering to get up from where I’m sitting, I look over at the police officer that called out my name. I watch as he walks over to the cell that I’m in and starts unlocking the door.
“What’s going on?” I ask, not even trying to get up.
“It looks like you’ll be sleeping in a bed tonight. We’re letting you go,” the officer says, holding the cell door open and nodding for me to get up.
“What?” No way did he just say that they are letting me go. The last I’ve heard, I have battery charges up against me, no way in hell they would just let me walk out of here without talking to a judge first.
“We’re letting you go,” he says again, nodding at me to get up.
I finally do and walk out of the cell with so much confusion running through my head.
“Why?” I ask the guy, trying to make sense of it all.
The guy legit shrugs. “Don’t know, I was just told to release you. But a fellow officer is out in the front, waiting to talk to you. If anything, I would get in contact with your lawyer and make sure everything is squared away.”
I can’t help but to wonder if Christian and Tyler, my lawyer, put their heads together to get me out of this mess. As long as they didn’t involve the team, I should be fine.
I give the police officer letting me out, a nod, and follow him as he guides me away from the holding cells. Before walking through the door, that I guess leads to the front of the station, the officer hands me a bag with all the belongings I had on me this morning.
Phone, wallet, keys.
Crap.
Hunter’s SUV. It’s still at the hotel. After everything that happened there this morning, I’m sure not a single employee wants to see my face ever again. Maybe I can convince Christian and Eliana to go pick it for me and take it to my brother’s house.
I’ll figure it out later. Right now, the only thing I can think of, is getting out of here and seeing if Sophia will answer one of my calls.
I need to make sure that she’s okay and I couldn’t care less if she hates me. I need to see her, talk to her and once I do, I’ll be able to handle anything that comes my way.
The cop leads me out to the front of the station, quickly telling me where to wait so I can talk to his colleague, before giving me a nod and walking away.
I turn the corner to head where I was told to go, but I stop when I see Christian and Eliana sitting in the waiting area, a few feet away.
The second I see them, I let out the biggest sigh of relief.
I knew Christian would bail me out.
Both of them look up as I approach them, and I notice that they both look to be as relieved to see me as I am to see them.
“Oh my god, your face,” Eliana says, getting up from the chair that she is sitting on and walking over to me, eyeing what I’m going to guess are cuts and bruises all over my face. I wouldn’t know, I haven’t had a chance to look at myself in the mirror, but I’m sure that even for a hockey player, it looks bad. There are parts of my face that sting like a fucking bitch.
“It’s nothing that I can’t handle,” I say to her, giving her a reassuring smile.
“If you look like this, I’m afraid to ask what Sophia’s boyfriend looks like,” she says, grabbing my chin and moving my face from side to side to inspect the damage.
“I don’t give a fuck what he looks like,” I say, feeling the same anger that I was feeling this morning, start coming up again.
Before I was brought to the police station, I heard one of the paramedics say that Elijah might have a broken jaw.
That fucker should have a lot more broken bones for the shit that he did. If I can go back and break the rest of his face, I would.
