Page 15 of Love Thief

Pulling his jeans on, he goes out to meet the police.

Dressing and straightening my clothes the best I can, I follow Kellen into my kitchen.

“There she is.” The shrill voice belongs to the tall, very beautiful blonde, clearly the ring leader in this eviction attempt. They all want me gone, that much is clear. Kellen has obviously had sex with them all in some capacity, I can see it in their faces.

I take a deep breath. I know this is what it’s going to be like. Everyone has tasted my husband, but it's still a lot to take in.

“That’s the woman who caused the damage. And the owners want to press charges,” she states, clearly believing I’ll be frightened and intimidated.

The sergeant from the local police station looks towards me. I’ve met him loads of times, he’s a regular visitor at Marshall’s. I decide to play along with the charade the women are trying to fabricate. Have a little fun at their expense knowing it won’t be me that comes unstuck in this farce.

“Oh my god, really? Can I talk to them? Can you get them on the phone? I’m really sorry. I’m happy to pay for any damage. My bat slipped as I walked into the room. And every time I grabbed it, it slipped further, causing even more accidental damage.” I smile innocently at the sergeant.

“It was not accidental, she did it on purpose,” she shrieks. ”You need to take her away and lock her up. She’s crazy. She threatened all of us.” She points wildly at her friends and they all nod at him. “And she ran over his car.” This time she points directly at Kellen. “It was a Ferrari,” she gasps, fanning her face with her hand like I’d run over her most priceless possession. “That was not accidental. I saw her do it.”

The entire flock all starts squawking at the poor sergeant, who looks at me hopefully. I just continue to smile at him.

“Just like Marshall,” he sighs under his breath. “Right, can we have a bit of quiet.” He turns to Kell. “Sir?—”

“It’s his lordship. He’s the Earl of Stockton,” Blondie gets in, like a right hook being thrown by a boxer. She’s going for the knockout blow. “You can’t ignore him, regardless of what she says.”

Kell practically groans out loud, scrubbing his hand down his face in exasperation. His ‘why don’t you shut the fuck up’ look doesn’t even register with blondie.

I then look innocently at the policeman.

“Right, your lordship,” the sergeant states.

I snort out a laugh at that and catch Xan’s eye, and suddenly we’re both cracking up laughing. I can hardly get my breath I’m laughing so hard.

“Why are you laughing? He is the Earl of Stockton. Marcus, tell them.”

“Yes, Kellen, tell us,” I say, grinning at him. I tug on my forelock in mock deference, bowing at him as I do. “Xander, do yours.” I reach up and tug on his hair then double over laughing, pulling my hand away and wiping the tears from my eyes. I can barely get the words out to explain as I bow to him as well. “Oh sorry, forgot you’re as bad, Viscount Sterling.”

They all openly stare at me, and then back to Xander. They didn’t know. Well, well.

“Your lordships, has your car been vandalised?” The poor sargeant is trying his best to remain professional, but I can tell his tolerance is wearing thin.

“No,” says Kellen, as all the girls say “yes.”

The sergeant looks around at us all before holding his focus on me, pleading with me to help him out. I sigh, realising I’m going to have to stop my fun, and say, “Sergeant, my bat slipped in my dining room yesterday and I ended up with a few smashed plates and broke my front window. As you can see, I’ve got the repairers in today and they’re sorting it. I’ve got a cleaning crew coming later and Nikki here can vouch for me about how it all got this way to begin with.”

The sergeant looks happy to see Nikki, who tells him in no uncertain terms, “Yes, that is exactly what happened.”

“And what about the car?” he asks Kellen.

“Tell them, Marcus,” the lead goose pleads. ”Tell them about her running it over and flattening it with her tractor. All those other tractor drivers saw it, too.” She’s getting desperate now. A few of the others chip in to try to save her and themselves.

“Where is this flat car?” the sergeant asks me with a placating sigh.

I shrug. “Don’t ask me, I’ve never seen it.” I turn around, looking at Nikki with wide eyes, trying hard not to start laughing again.

Kellen is desperately trying to keep his cool while the women are all pulling at him. Our eyes meet and I frown, but he just lifts his hands in a what can I do gesture.

“It’s outside,” calls out one of the girls.

I scowl at them all, and draw my index finger across my throat as the sergeant turns to go outside.

“Down girl,” says Xander and pulls me into him. “Don’t do it. You’ll be in enough trouble if that car’s there.”

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