Page 33 of Not Your Romeo
“Fucking hell,” Henny grumbled. “Get me a drink. You two get to fuckin’ helpin’ him.”
I scrambled to the mini-fridge, returning with a two liter of diet soda that was probably half flat. Saint’s buddies looked at the weed like it was cyanide, but eventually got with the program.
“Fuck me.” Henny scoffed, when he saw what I’d poured him. He still grabbed and swigged, grimacing all the while. He heaved, and covered his mouth with his hand, while offering the bottle out to Zig.
“I’ll fucking puke if I drink that shit on a good day,” Ziggy declined, casting a glance back at the door when a police radio sounded.
I didn’t have a clue what they were thumping on that door with, but it was clear they’d advanced beyond fists.
I hurriedly grabbed a nugget of weed and popped a piece of it into my mouth.
“It ain’t fine cuisine, swallow,” Ziggy encouraged me.
I did and thought my throat was being scraped raw in the process.
“What’s the law?” Ziggy hissed at Henny, who instantly shifted his head.
“Shit’s legal now, but I don’t know how that applies to a college campus or what tips it to distribution,” Henny fast talked, eyeing what was left. “Felony range used to start at seven to nine when it was illegal. That was for selling not possessing.”
“That’s not a chance we’re taking with that shiny behind you,” Ziggy grunted.
Henny closed his eyes and cursed under his breath. It was probably only two or three minutes, but it felt like we’d been chewing forever.
“What is that left– A quarter maybe?” Zig asked a few minutes later.
“Probably. Goddamn my mouth is dry.” Henny huffed.
Zig passed out the seven remaining grams.
“What else?” he growled, fixing his eyes on me.
I was scared to lie to him, and I didn’t even have a reason to. I violently shook my head and the door flew open.
“Everybody down!” they yelled, as the room flooded with campus police and security. Ziggy and Henny went down fast, with Ziggy grabbing my arm to take me down with him as he did so. Saint tried to drop with his friends, but they grabbed him and flung him toward the wall. His bag was instantly seized, and they started lifting his shirt up and patting him down.
“You smell that?” one officer asked.
“Where is it?” the one beside me demanded.
“Where is what?” I squeaked, only for the last word to rip from me on a scream as I was jerked up by my arm and flung next to Saint. Two officers began to pat me down and I fully expected to feel my shirt yanked up near my shoulders in the back, just as they had with Saint. Instead, both officers flinched when Henny started barking like a triggered drill sergeant behind me.
“That’s a goddamn woman! You can’t fucking search her. Who the fuck do you think you are? You better get a woman officer down here and get your dick skinners off of her!”
I glanced over my shoulder to see Ziggy restraining him and was a little unsure of what to make of Henny defending me.
“We heard about a domestic situation,” one of the officers began, as he stepped forward and motioned for his associates to unhand me.
“No. We were just listening to music. There was no disturbance.” I shook my head a little harder than I intended and tangled my fingers to try and gain control of myself.
“Your goons ever grope on my wife again, you’re gonna have a lot more than a fuckin’ disturbance to worry about, son,” Ziggy finally addressed the room.
One of the younger officers stepped forward, but the man who had taken charge glanced from the Vice President patch on Henny’s chest, to Ziggy and raised his hand in a bid for patience.
“You boys done here?” he asked, looking directly at Ziggy.
Ziggy put his hand on the small of my back and nodded, directing me past the uniformed men and down the hallway. My heart hammered as I stepped past, and I don’t think I drew a full breath until we were outside.
I’d never been so close to getting busted, ever! I was shaking from the inside out, and every step I took filled me with just a little more anger and indignation. What was wrong with these men? Ziggy was no better than the assholes that ran around with Sean, busting into my dorm room like they owned the place.
