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“Boys, I know you weren’t trying to talk to my client without his lawyer present,” the lawyer says as he walks into the room.
“He didn’t request council,” one of them lies.
I lift my head and raise a brow.
“Bullshit. I asked for it when you slapped cuffs on me and again when you placed me in the back of the cop car at the rally. A third time when we pulled into the parking lot and then a fourth time when we came in here. I asked, you just ignored me.”
The skinny dude on the left’s face turns bright red.
“Come on, Jacob, you’re free,” my lawyer tells me as he hands me a bag of my possessions.
“What, no he’s not. We can hold him for twenty-four hours,” the red-faced cop says.
“He’s free to go,” the police chief says as he steps into the room.
“You have them under control, I presume?” my lawyer asks.
“Yes. Get out of here,” the chief grits out.
“Nice seeing you boys.” I smirk as I stand.
I leave the room and make my way out of the police station.
“Is she…” I ask as soon as we step outside.
“Harlee is fine,” my lawyer says, cutting me off.
“Thank God,” I mutter as relief fills me.
“She did the right thing and called Natalie, who then called me. I was pulling up when I got Reaper’s call. Come on, everyone is waiting for us over here,” he says.
I follow him down the steps and around the building. I breathe a sigh of relief when I see all the guys standing around an SUV.
“You good?” Reaper asks as I approach.
“I’m fine.”
“As touching as this is, we should head out before they find something to drag us back in for,” our lawyer says as he unlocks the SUV.
“Please tell me you didn’t steal some soccer mom’s ride,” Wrath says.
The lawyer scoffs. “Of course not, my secretary, though, is a different story. It has third-row seating, so everyone should fit.”
“Lovely,” Hades mutters.
All of us pile into the SUV and head toward the clubhouse. As he drives, I turn on my phone.
Harlee: Help is on the way, dear!
Harlee: Remember, snitches get stitches.
Harlee: Okay, come home at any time…I’m bored, and you know what happens when I get bored.
I laugh as I read her messages.
Me: I’m on my way.
“Everyone check in with their women?” Reaper asks from the front seat.
