Page 84 of S.O.S. Billboard

“An accomplice?” Billboard snarled. “To what?”

Fuck.O’Shea grumbled. Way to go, Delany-jerk-face. Why did assholes always ramp things up? Was it a power trip? A boost to their ego? Or…

This might distract the crooked cop. “Hey. Delaney. How big is your penis, anyway?” O’Shea asked him. “I bet it’s a wee, baby one,” she taunted with mock sadness.

Billboard rolled his eyes. “O’Shea,” he warned. “You’re not making things any better.”

“Yeah, well, he was going to arrest me after causing me bodily injury, so I’m just trying to figure out what his problem is,” she returned snidely.

“Yeah,” Billboard’s dark orbs narrowed at the officer. “Back to that. Whatisyour problem. And would you care to pick on someone who’s not cuffed?” Billboard flexed his shoulders.

Delaney, true to what O’Shea had sussed out of his nature, hit his mic instead of taking Billboard on. “I need immediate backup,” he yelped. “The town hall auditorium, near the rear doors. Two uncooperative perps, one restrained, The one who’s not is to be considered dangerous,” he added.

“See, Billboard?” O’Shea said from the ground. “I was right. He’s just a scared, tiny-penised, little man.”

“Well, at least he won’t get in any more shots on you,” Billboard assured her, purposely relaxing his body and going to an at-ease position, waiting for the rest of the posse to show up. “Because if you’re getting arrested, I plan on being booked right alongside you to make sure you’re safe.”

O’Shea’s heart suddenly felt lighter than it had in a long time. “Aww, Billboard, that’s just about the sweetest thing anybody’s ever done for me.”

Billboard huffed. “Get used to it, O’Shea. I plan on being up your ass for as long as you’ll stick around.”

O’Shea grinned.Yes! Still, she couldn’t help but tease. “I like the sentiment, big guy, but that’s not my first choice of holes, Maybe, however, if you ask nicely…” She trailed off, looking up at Delany who was clearly grossed out and having a hard time dealing with their witty banter.

Of course.Because the bully-types never found fun in anything.

Hearing pounding footsteps approaching, O’Shea watched Billboard tense slightly.

She couldn’t see the official back-up approaching because of her prone position, but as soon as she spotted the three cops, guns up and trained on Billboard, her mood shot to furious again.

“Weapons drawn? You’ve got to be kidding me?” If she wasn’t restrained, she’d go all ninja on their clueless asses. The trio ignored her.

“Get down,” they ordered Billboard. “Down!”

Billboard quickly put his hands behind his head and dropped to his knees.

One cop approached, and swiftly cuffed him.

Billboard didn’t seem flustered. As a matter of fact, when he spoke there wasn’t a trace of anger in his steady tone.

“Can I ask what I’m being arrested for?” he questioned easily.

“Interfering with the arrest of a dangerous felon,” Delany took up the gauntlet and spat.

“Dangerous felon,” O’Shea laughed evilly, giving him the stink-eye. “I wish. If I were, you wouldn’t just be sporting a tiny widdew tooth-cut in your mouth.”

She turned to the other cops who’d restrained Billboard. “Just a heads-up. Here’s what your man Delaney is up to. I spoke during a Q and A session inside. The boss of the selectboard didn’t like what I said, so I left. Peaceably. But Delaney here decided to follow me out. He cuffed me, tripped me, then kicked me while I was down. That’s when I wrapped my feet around his legs so he wouldn’t nail me again, and unfortunately for him, he wasn’t very steady on his feet, and he went down. It wasn’t my fault he bit the inside of his cheek on impact.”

“She’s telling the truth.”

That’s when O’Shea saw a number of bystanders next to the auditorium door, their phones out, recording the entire situation.

She glanced over at Billboard who grunted. “You’ve got video of him kicking her?”

Several people nodded.

“Thanks,” he told them, then turned to glare at Delaney. “Just so you know. Nobody kicks my woman and gets away with it.”

What?Billboard did not just say that.

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