Sam’s front door is kicked in and swings wide open, several men in uniforms with guns pointed at us shouting orders and barking all kinds of inaudible commands.
“What the fuck is going on!” My boyfriend immediately pulls out and covers me as he starts tucking his dick back into his pants, angling his body protectively in front of mine while I scramble to put my dress back in place. “Who the fuck— “
“Get on the floor. Do it now!”
One of the men—officers from what I can tell—comes barreling toward us and when Sam starts to lower himself to the ground, he doesn’t wait. No, he kicks my boyfriend in the back of the knees then uses his boot to shove him forward.
“Sammy, no!” I screech as another man dressed like he’s on a goddamn swat team grabs me by the arm and shoves me to the floor.
“Don’t you fucking hurt her! I swear to god if you fucking hurt one hair on her head— “
“Hands on your head, shitbag.” The officer kicks Sam in the side then digs his boot into his back. “You too, girl.”
The asshole holding my arm lets go with another shove, forcing me flat on my stomach like my man, and I know without a doubt if they touch me like that again, my boyfriend is going to lose his shit.
“You put your hands on her again and you’re dead! You hear me? I will— “
Another kick to the ribs has my Sammy cringing and coughing. “Samuel North?”
“Fuck off!”
“Are you Samuel North?”
“What do you want with him?” I blurt before my boyfriend gets himself into any more trouble. “We have rights, and I know Judge Abernathy, so you better tell us why you’re here or else you’ll have a lawsuit on your hands. This is excessive force all day and I’m sure you don’t want to add anything else to that charge.”
One of the cops kneels beside me, dipping his head to look me in the eye, and when I realize it’s fuckingChadBrentwood—yes, the Chad I dated forever ago—my stomach pitches into my throat. “Well, if it isn’t Sofie Berk.” He grins. “The morbid little bitch who wouldn’t put out for me, but has no problem spreading her legs for a piece of shit motorcycle gang banger like him. I’m—”
“Stay the fuck away from her,” Sammy hisses. “I swear to Christ, if you even look at her wrong…”
The cop next to Sam quiets him by kicking him right in the mouth and I start bawling. “No, please. Please don’t hurt him! Just tell us why you’re here. Please.”
“Drugs,Sofie.” Chad smirks. “Lots and lots of drugs. We got your boy toy linked to enough to put him away for decades.”
“I’ll have my father talk to Abernathy. I will talk to him myself. Him and Captain Withers.”
Chad laughs and pulls a zip tie from his belt. “No one is gonna be able to save this piece of shit. Not you, or your dead body-loving daddy. Not Withers or Abernathy. Not even God himself could save your worthless excuse for aboyfriend, Sofie, so if I were you, I’d plan on moving on real quick.” He moves out of view and wrenches my arms behind my back, then uses the zip ties and shreds the skin around my wrists. “After we take you down to the station and have you booked for accessory, that is.”
Several of the officers laugh, a few of them making their own shitty comments, and when I tilt my head, I find two of the most beautiful hazel eyes staring at me, swimming in tears.
I love you, Sofie. I am so sorry,Sammy mouths seconds before he’s jerked up off the floor by the handcuffs that are way too tight, and marched out the busted door.
Not having the chance to tell Sam North that I love him too will be something I will regret for the rest of my life, and no matter how this pans out, having that moment stolen from us is going to hurt just as long.
CHAPTERSIX
SOFIE
I turnthe dial on the timer as I pace the bathroom, then look at the voicemail notification on my cell phone.
Three messages.
Three missed calls.
All three in the last seventy-two hours.
One a day for every day my Sammy has been sitting in jail.
“Cookie,please call me back. Please. I need to hear your voice. I need to know you’re ok. Fuck… Sofie, please. Just… call me back.”
