Page 46 of Sin Bin Bully

"It's okay, little dancer," Sam growls, still fighting against the officers restraining him. "I'll fix this. Don't say a fucking word until I get you a lawyer, you hear me?"

I nod, tears stinging my eyes as cold metal bites into my wrists. The officer behind me starts reciting my rights, but it's all white noise. All I can focus on is Sam's face as they drag me away.

"I'll get you out!" he shouts. "Just hold on, Kim. I promise I'll make this right!"

The cool night air hits me as they lead me outside. Flashing lights paint the manicured lawn in surreal shades of red and blue. I'm shoved unceremoniously into the back of a squad car, the door slamming shut with a finality that makes my stomach drop.

As we pull away, my mind races. This is it. My chance. I could tell them everything – about Sam kidnapping me, holding me against my will. It could all be over.

But as I open my mouth, the words die in my throat. I think of Sam's face, the raw determination in his eyes as he promised to fix this. The way he went to confront Nathan, putting himself at risk for me.

I close my eyes and lean back against the seat.

I say nothing.

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SAM

Sam

Iwant to rip the cops apart for daring to touch her. I want to splinter their bones and make them pay for every second of fear I saw in her eyes.

But that would only get this more tied up, and as fucking feral as I feel right now, I know when to pick my battles. Even if I'd rather let my fists fly, I'll have to make these guys pay later…

As soon as Kim is out of the house, the officers release me, and I grab my phone. "Jenkins," I bark when my lawyer picks up. "Get your ass over here now. And bring the whole damn firm if you have to."

Not bothering with me, the remaining cops leave. The door slams shut behind them, and I'm left in the sudden, deafening silence of my empty mansion.

"Fuck!" I roar, smashing my fist into the wall. The pain barely registers.

I pace like a caged animal, making call after call. To Jenkins, to fixers, to anyone who might be able to help. Money's no object. I'll bankrupt myself if that's what it takes.

"I don't care what it costs," I growl at Jenkins when he finally arrives. "Just get her out. Now."

He starts rattling off legal jargon, but I cut him off. "I don't give a shit about the details. Make it happen."

The next few hours are torture. I can't sit still, can't think straight. All I can see is Kim's face as they took her away.

When my phone finally rings, I nearly drop it in my haste to answer.

"We've posted bail," Jenkins says. "She'll be released within the hour."

Relief floods through me, so intense it makes me dizzy. But it's not enough. Not nearly enough.

"I'm coming to get her," I say, already grabbing my keys.

"Mr. Warwick, I don't think that's wise-"

I hang up on him mid-sentence. Nothing's keeping me from Kim. Not the cops, not the press, not even Kim herself.

She's mine. And I'm getting her back.

I storm into the police station, my eyes scanning the room for Kim. The desk sergeant looks up, startled.

"Mr. Warwick, what can I-"

"Where is she?" I demand, cutting him off.

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