Page 31 of Party Girl: How a Naughty Omega Finds Love
The officer sighs and points his gun toward the floor. My vision dances with black spots and I blink a few times to clear them.
“Hayden?”
His gray eyes slip over me. “Care to tell me why I keep finding you breaking rules?”
“I wasn’t breaking any rules now. I mean, I was escaping but that’s not against the law.” I think for a second, my eyes bouncing between his. “Is it?”
He grimaces. “You were fleeing when we raided the club. You realize how that sounds?”
“I didn’t do anything wrong. Technically, this is your fault for raiding the other club on Thursday.”
“Dammit,” he says with a small laugh. “Stop causing trouble.”
“I’m not causing it.” I drop my hands even though he didn’t tell me I could. If he wants to shoot me, he can do it. I’d rather die than stay with Curtis.
“Well, you have a knack for finding it.”
“Don’t I know it.” I sigh and chew on my lip. “Are you going to arrest me again?”
“Are you high again?”
I bristle. “No.”
“Do you have any illegal drugs or weapons on you?”
“Where would I hide them?” I look at my tight dress and run my hands over it. “It doesn’t have pockets.” Which is exactly why I wouldn’t have bought it for myself, but Lindsey thinks pocket dresses are dumb.
“You’d be surprised.”
“Hay,” a deep voice shouts from the hallway.
“First room is clear,” Hayden calls over his shoulder.
A couple of men rush down and kick in the other doors. Nova screams, and I cringe. I probably should have mentioned she was down there. Her high is definitely ruined now. Hayden’s gaze skates around the room.
“If there’s anything you need to tell me, now is the time to do it.” There’s an urgency to his tone, like he wants me to confess before the others arrive.
“There’s nothing to tell. I only wanted to escape. He drugs them.”
Hayden nods, not needing further explanation. “I know. He’s going to jail.”
“Curtis?”
“Yeah.”
“What happens to me?”
He shakes his head. “His property has been seized.”
“I’m not property,” I snip. “I’m a person.”
“I know that.” His gray eyes snap to mine, softening as he studies me. “I know that.”
I hold his stare, trying to understand the concern on his face. “Will you let me go?”
A rumbling growl tears from his mouth. “Who did this?” He places his finger under my chin and tips my head so he can inspect the mark Curtis left behind. It must be starting to bruise.
“You know who,” I whisper, looking at the wall. “Let me go.”
