Page 57 of Party Girl: How a Naughty Omega Finds Love
ChapterEighteen
ASHER
Curtis Fucking Bell sits across from me and Trev, a strange glint of triumph in his gaze. I don’t know what he’s so goddamn happy about. The charges we have on him are enough to throw his ass in prison for a long time.
“Which one of you is the good cop?” he taunts, leaning forward. “Maybe you?” Curtis looks at me. “You’re too soft to play the bad guy.”
I bristle. The fuck? I’m not soft.
“Where’d you get the drugs?” Trev asks, interrupting Curtis’ bullshit.
“Yup. Knew you were the tough one.” Curtis leers at Trev. “What drugs?”
“Don’t play stupid,” I say, tapping the table. “We found your stash in the supply room of the club. Cute little hiding place, behind all your towels. Not even in a wall or anywhere semi-difficult to find.”
“That must be Nova’s. She’s a junkie.”
I snort. “Nova had twenty-kilos of heroin?”
“We have witnesses that say you drug your girls.” Trev leans back in his seat and glares at Curtis. “Is that how you get them to dance for you?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Say, did you call my lawyer?” The skin under Curtis’ right eye twitches.
“You never asked.” I’m being a dick, but this guy was too close to Whitney for my liking. And that other omega, Nova? She was halfway to an overdose when we busted down Twisters’ doors.
“I’m not saying shit until you get my lawyer in here.” Curtis stubbornly lifts his chin and smirks. “Run along and make your boyfriend a cup o’ joe.”
“Stop talking,” I say, leaning forward.
“Or what, pig? You going to punch me?” Curtis leans forward, sucking in a breath. He pauses and narrows his eyes. “You smell like that bitch.”
“That’s enough,” Trev barks, smacking his palm on the table. “I’ll call your damn lawyer. Come on, Asher.”
I shove away from the table, fuming. Trev grabs my shirt and drags me out of the room, pushing me into a wall once the door closes behind us.
“The fuck are you doing?”
“Did you hear him?” I ask, storming up to him.
Trev scowls at me. “Of course I did.”
“He’s a bastard. You know those drugs weren’t Nova’s.” I turn to look at the door, fuming.
“Yeah, well, losing your shit and fighting with him isn’t going to help the case.” Trev places his hand on my shoulder. “She’s in your head, dude. Why are you so upset about an omega you barely know?”
Scoffing, I shove his hand off of me. “It’s not about her. It’s everything. This guy—” I cut off when I see another officer approaching.
Trev nods at him then leans closer. “Don’t tell me what I already know. I want this dickwad behind bars as much as you, but we have to keep our heads. Take a walk. Tell Marty to call his lawyer on your way out.”
Growling, I spin on my heel and stalk away. Trev may be right but that doesn’t mean I like it. Curtis is a slimeball, he has no right to even think about Whitney. I don’t know her, but I know for damn sure she deserves better than that asshole. I’ll do whatever I can to keep her from going back to him, even if it means defying the Omega Council.
“Marty,” I say, rapping my knuckles on his desk. “Call Curtis’ lawyer. He’s refusing to talk.”
“Yes, sir.” Marty picks up the phone.
Hayden walks into the precinct with a coffee in hand. “What’s going on?”
“Curtis is lawyering up.”
