Page 44 of Sinner's Redemption
“Not happening,” I said, before striking fast. Shooting my hand out, I throat punched the closest fucker before I kneed the other hard in the balls. Turning fast, I ran out of the apartment. Avoiding the elevators, I headed straight for the stairwell and descended as fast as my legs would take me. By the time I made it into the lobby, I didn’t think before running for the front doors and out onto the city street.
I didn’t think. I just ran, weaving in and out of pedestrians, looking at me as if I lost my damn mind. Maybe I had, but those men weren’t visiting me for tea. I didn’t know who they were, but I knew they were bad news. I repeated everything several times, trying to remember everything about them, from the color of their hair to what shoes they had on.
Turning the corner, I spotted a police vehicle parked. Running over to it, I waved my hands wildly, trying to get their attention. “Help me!” I shouted repeatedly, until I reached the vehicle, damn near slamming myself into it. The cops got out, the one on the passenger side with his hand on the butt of his weapon.
“You have to help me. Two men broke into my apartment. They attacked me!”
“Sure honey,” the one nearest me chuckled. “And what did these men look like?” Looking at his badge, I noticed his badge number and his name. Officer Milton.
“Please Office Milton, you have to believe me. They were bikers. One was tall, bald and had a scar running down the side of his face. The other was shorter and had a beard. Both of them were wearing cuts. I didn’t see the patch on their backs, but I saw where it said Birmingham Chapter.”
“Lady, this is the upper west side, not Alabama. The only motorcycle club around here is the Soulless Sinners, and they wouldn’t bother with a woman like you.”
“I don’t know, Milton. She’s fucking hot. Bet she likes it rough, too.”
Ignoring the partner, I stepped up to Milton and begged, “Please. I’m not lying.”
Milton tilted his head and frowned. “Have you been drinking today?”
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me. David, get the breathalyzer.”
“You don’t have probable cause!” I said, backing up. They weren’t listening to me. They thought I was nuts. I needed to get to the clubhouse. Montana would believe me.
“A crazy woman yelling and screaming, making all kinds of accusations. Disturbing the peace,” the officer Milton said, taking the breathalyzer machine from his partner. “Now be a good girl and blow into this.”
“She can blow me too,” I heard the other one say, and without thinking, I slapped him across the face. The next thing I knew, officer Milton threw me against the hood of the police car as his partner slapped cuffs on my wrist.
“Now, I have probable cause, bitch.” The Officer David growled in my ear as he tightened my cuffs, causing me to cry out, right before he groped my ass. I bucked against him, throwing my head back, slamming it into his face. He grunted, then cursed before he grabbed me by my hair and slammed my head down hard against the hood of the car, causing my nose to bleed. “You have the fucking right to remain silent…”
Only I didn’t.
Looking back, I shouldn’t have slapped Officer Foul Mouth but, in my defense, he shouldn’t have groped my ass in full view of the public after seeking help, even if I was acting like a crazy person.
Someone broke into my apartment.
How was I supposed to act?
After hauling me down to the precinct, finger printing, taking more pictures than necessary, they threw me into a holding cell without my one phone call. This was not how I wanted to spend my weekend. To make matters worse, I didn’t have my cell phone or know who to call.
Making myself comfortable, I leaned my head against the concrete wall and sighed when I felt someone slide up next to me. “I know you. You were Montana’s piece. Tess, right?”
Opening my eye, I quickly side-eyed her before closing my eyes again, vaguely remembering her. “Yes.”
“My name is Megan. I was with Storm for a bit before he cut me loose. What are you doing here? I heard you left, went home or something.”
“Yeah. Went home. Now I’m back.”
“Does Montana know? He went ape shit after you left. Looked for you for weeks.”
“Megan, I don’t mean to be rude, but I have a spitting headache. Can we catch up later?”
“Sure thing, Tess. You rest. I’ll watch your back.”
My back was killing me when I finally woke to see the morning sun as I heard a female officer shout my name. Jumping to my feet, I reached for the wall, catching myself before I fell back down. Fuck, my head was splitting. Taking a few breaths, I tried to swallow the bile, wanting to come up.
Shit. I think the asshole gave me a concussion.