Page 47 of Sin Bin Bully

He blinks. "I'm sorry, who-"

"Kim Daniels. The woman you arrested. Where the fuck is she?"

A detective approaches, eyeing me warily. "Mr. Warwick, perhaps we should talk in private."

I follow him to an interview room, my jaw clenched. He shuts the door behind us, taking a seat at the table in the middle.

"Mr. Warwick, do you know anything about Nathan Daniels?"

I stop abruptly, fixing him with a hard stare. "Yeah, I know something. That piece of shit is running a drug empire out of his sister's apartment."

The detective's eyebrows shoot up. "And how do you know this?"

"I've seen it with my own eyes," I growl. "I went by the check on Kim's apartment for her, and I walked right into that cesspool he calls a drug den. I told him to get it cleaned up and get out of his sister's place because she has nothing to do with all that shit." I give him a glare to accentuate the end.

He jots that down. "When was this?"

"A few days ago." The vein in my temple jumps, eager to get this over with. I want Kim fucking back.

He scribbles something down. "And why were you looking at the apartment for Ms. Daniels?" He looks up with me with a lifted brow. "What is your connection to her?"

I bite back a snarl. Like hell I'm going to tell him I've been keeping her at my place. "She's an ice girl for the team. I'm just helping her out."

"Uh-huh." His tone drips with skepticism. "And you just happened to walk into her apartment?"

"The door was wide open," I snap. "Nathan was there, high as a kite, bragging about how he's using Kim's connection to the team to expand his clientele."

The detective leans forward. "Did you see any drugs?"

"What, you want an itemized list?" I scoff. "The place was crawling with addicts. There were baggies and pills everywhere. Nathan's got the whole operation set up in there."

"And Ms. Daniels wasn't present?"

"No," I say firmly. "She hasn't been there in weeks. This is all Nathan's doing."

He nods, jotting down more notes. "We'll need to verify this information, of course. But if what you're saying is true, it could help Ms. Daniels's case significantly."

"Then verify it," I snarl. "Fast. I want her out of here now."

He studies me for a long moment, then nods. "We'll look into it. Ms. Daniels is being processed for release now."

I barely hear the rest of what he says. My entire body thrums with anticipation. When the door finally opens and Kim steps out, looking small and vulnerable in her wrinkled clothes, something inside me breaks.

In two strides, I'm there, sweeping her into my arms. "Kim," I breathe, burying my face in her hair. "Fuck, are you okay? Did they hurt you?"

She shakes her head against my chest. "I'm fine, Sam. Really."

But I can feel her trembling, her fingers digging into my back as she clings to me. I tighten my grip, lifting her off her feet.

"I've got you," I murmur. "You're safe now."

I carry her out of the station, ignoring the stares of the officers and the flashes of cameras outside. Kim doesn't protest, just burrows closer to me.

My driver opens the car door, and I slide in with Kim still in my arms. She settles onto my lap, her face pressed against my neck.

"Sam," she whispers, her breath warm on my skin.

A surge of possessiveness, of pure fucking joy, courses through me. She's here. She's safe. She's mine.

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