Page 165 of Rejected By the Alpha King

Emerson grunted and took another step toward me. Kenzi growled, and he sighed. “Very well. I’ve come to make you an offer. I imagine that Jax will be in jail for at least another day.

Perhaps even two or three. I’ll give you one day to go over your options and even say goodbye to your lover. After that, every day that you don’t return to me, I’ll kill, staring with Cindy. She’s such a lovely girl. I will hate to break her neck and throw her limp body into the parking lot for you to see.”

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Jax

Caged.

My wolf wanted to howl in fury, but we both stood against the walls, as far away from the bars as we could get, and waited, silently, for whatever the next move might be.

Emerson had me trapped. I doubted this was the end game.

To his credit, the detective seemed frustrated with the whole case. Things didn’t make sense, and he’d been willing to let me go except that the chief stepped in and ordered him to hold me.

Maybe I was reading too much into it. Maybe it was just because their town wasn’t used to murders, and they really did think I was guilty and didn’t want to let me go.

That hope was dashed when the door opened and two officers stepped in, their batons in hand and cold smiles on their faces. I knew those officers. Jones and Whalen.

I didn’t move as they stopped at the bars and beat their sticks against it. “You like to think you’re a tough boy, don’tcha?” Jones taunted. “How tough you feeling now?”

Not saying a word, I watched as Whalen closed the door separating the prison from the rest of the offices. There were no windows here, but my wolf told me it was night. No doubt, everyone else had gone home.

“Strong silent type, huh?” Jones pulled out the gun and aimed it at my head. “I bet I could make you scream.”

Kill him, my wolf snarled.

I’d never killed a human before, but I had a feeling I wouldn’t lose any sleep over it if I severed his head from the rest of his body. Unfortunately, logic weighed in. I couldn’t even leave a mark on him or they’d be able to charge me.

So when Whalen looked at Jones hesitantly before opening the jail cell, I knew that this was going to hurt.

It wouldn’t be an execution. The cameras might be turned off, but it was hard to hide a bullet in a body, especially if I didn’t run.

And I wasn’t running.

Jones put the gun down and pulled out his baton. “Now then, Mr. Bishop, why don’t you tell me about those two women you killed. I promise things will go much smoother if you do.”

I didn’t say a word when Jones approached and poked me gently in the stomach. I didn’t say a word when Jones reared back and slammed me in the stomach with the baton. Pain radiated through my body, and I took a few steps back and flexed my arms.

Inside me, my wolf howled and tried to surge to the surface. Quickly, I forced him back down.

The officer’s eyes glittered with malice. It was easy to see that he was the kind of man who enjoyed inflicting pain.

“Jones,” Whalen said quietly.

“Are you ready to talk now, big boy?” Jones said gleefully as he pulled the baton back again. This time, he aimed for the back of the knees. I buckled, and the baton came swiftly down on my back, slamming my head into the floor. Blood filled my mouth.

That was three. That was all Officer Jones was going to get.

“What’s wrong, Bishop?” Jones crowed. “You just a big, dumb asshole, aren’t you? Tell me what happened, and this will all be over!”

He swung the baton again, but I was on my feet and blocked it with my forearm. With a gasp, Jones stumbled back.

Whalen ran in, baton in hand, he didn’t strike. With a snarl, Jones tried to hit me again. I blocked the blow again. I could have easily ripped it from his hands, but I had to be so damn careful.

Defensive moves only.

“I’m going to enjoy making you bleed,” Jones hissed.

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