Page 98 of Rulebreaker
She’s had far too much of that already.
Suitably having gotten my head on straight–something that Royal notices if his slight nod is any indication–I turn to follow the girls…
At the exact same moment the heavy wooden door swings open–
And Harrison tries to stroll into the church.
Dash–having been fully briefed–curses, starts forward.
But I’m already moving.
“I–” he begins.
“No.” I grab him by the back of his suit jacket, shove him back outside the door. I hear a gasp and belatedly remember the gathering of fans, but it’s too late to stop this–phones have already been pointed in my direction.
“Let go!” he shouts.
Well, fuck.
In for a penny, in for a pound.
I tighten my grip, march down the steps, making sure to pitch my voice so the phones can catch it. “Did you forget that Lily has a restraining order against you?”
Eyes go wide–and not just Harrison’s. And voices in the crowd begin to increase in volume, my words being spread around.
I don’t stop.
And I don’t engage Harrison when he begins to sputter.
I just guide–shove–him over to the police officers keeping an eye on the area, though not all that great of one considering this asshole made it inside. “Harrison Huntington,” I say by way of introduction, pushing him in their direction. “LilyMaxwell has a restraining order”—and thank fuck Dash thought of that particular detail—“against him.”
They ask a couple of pertinent questions–namely, who the fuck I am and why I’m the one frog-marching this asshole over to them.
I answer them.
But when they press for more details, Dash steps in, taking over.
I handle my own shit–always have, always will. But this is Dash, this is my family. I can let him do this so I can get back to my woman .
But as I turn, the niggling on my nape that I’ve been brushing away all day, that I’ve been ignoring, intensifies.
Until I have to look back.
Dash is there, still talking to the officers, and I get a blip of pleasure in seeing Harrison now in handcuffs.
There will be more with him that we have to deal with, a legal battle I have no doubt we will win…and also that will take far too long and cause far too much frustration.
But this is as much drama as he’ll cause today.
And he’s not the source of the niggling.
Neither is the crowd–their phones still out, eagerly recording the scene.
It’s…
I squint, movement in the shadows across the street, the large trees creating huge patches of shade that make it hard to discern if someone is standing there.
Hell, there are probably multiple people over there, fans of Lily’s, of Royal’s or Willow’s or the other stars inside. Passersby just living their lives. Teens. Women.Men–
