Page 83 of Old-Fashioned

I wish shit like this didn’t happen.

But it fucking did.

If you’ve ever done time in the pen, then you understand. Anything happens, and you’re the first one that they point fingers at.

Placing the cloth on the bar top, I walked to the end, let out a sigh and asked, “What’s this all about?”

“You are under arrest for the rape of Jewell McMahon.” I spaced out as he read me my rights.

But I came back online when I saw my woman charging through the bar, opening her mouth, and asking, “What the fuck? Are you fucking serious? When the hell did this rape supposedly take place?”

Looking at her, I said, “Baby girl, it’s okay. We both know I didn’t do it. Don’t get upset.”

I thought for a split second she was going to go along with me, but I should’ve known better. This was my woman after all. My Birdie.

“Can you please tell me when this supposed rape took place?” Birdie asked, arms crossed, looking up at the three officers and the man in the suit with that mom glare she had already taken charge of.

“Ma’am, we are just doing our job, please step aside,” One of them said.

She snorted, “I understand you are doing your job, it’s just funny that y’all didn’t ask where he was when this rape supposedly took place. But that’s alright. Our lawyer will be there soon.”

I quirked my brow at her, curious as to who she was talking about.

Birdie

Taking my phone out of my pocket, I called Mr. Anderson. I didn’t call his office number, no, I called his cell phone.

“Anderson,” he said on the third ring.

“Hey Mr. Anderson, it’s Birdie Black, used to be, wished it was Birdie Goldstein Black.”

He chuckled, “Hey Birdie, what can I do for you?”

Sadly, he hadn’t been able to make it to the wedding, due to a case he was working on but couldn’t get out of.

However, Hilda, her husband, and their granddaughter made the trip.

As well as Michael and Julia.

“My husband has been arrested for…”

He didn’t even let me finish, “What jail?”

I looked over at them and asked, “What jail are you taking him to?”

They answered with the county lock up and I could tell they didn’t want to answer me. Assholes.

To Mr. Anderson, I said, “Did you hear that?”

“I did. I will meet them there.”

I lifted a brow, “How?”

“I was actually on my way to surprise you and give you your wedding gift. I’m about an hour away.”

I gasped, and then smiled, “Okay, thanks Mr. Anderson, I’ll see you soon.”

“Anderson?” The man in the suit asked.