Page 85 of Twisted Games of Revenge

“Why?” Onyx grumbles.

My heart kicks up a beat. The police commissioner said I would pay for turning him down. I hope he didn’t send them.

The officer clears his throat. “We have a warrant for the arrest of Harley Havardi.”

My skin prickles, and I feel like I’m about to pass out. I glance at Sloane, my eyes wide. “What the actual fuck,” I whisper.

“There is no one here under that name.” Onyx goes to close the door in their faces.

“We have reason to believe she is going under the false identity of Vivian Blackwood.”

Onyx looks back to us, and I know he has to open the door. If he doesn’t, he could get arrested himself for averting the course of justice. He grunts out a response but opens the door.

I glanced at Sloane, my stomach plummeting with a horrible, sinking feeling of dread. She stands in front of me, stopping the men from approaching.

“What seems to be the problem, Officer?” she asks, her voice laced with a warning, but we both know there is nothing she can do if they want to arrest me.

They look past her toward me. “Harley Havardi, you’re under arrest for the murder of Detective Wyatt Cross. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford one, one will be provided for you. Do you understand these rights as I’ve read them to you?”

My blood runs cold. I’m utterly fucked.

Sloane looks back to me, her face as hard as stone. “Keep your mouth shut. I’ll get this sorted,” she tells me, but her words don’t offer any encouragement. I still have to leave this place with them right now. And we both know I did it.

One of the officers comes toward me. “Please turn round and place your hands behind your back.” I do as I’m told, knowing there is no point in fighting them on it. He places the cuffs tightly in place. The other digs his fingers into my bicep as they drag me out of her apartment alongside them.

Geovani spots us from where he was waiting in the hall and follows. “Where the fuck do you think you’re taking her?” he calls to the cops holding me.

“To the station for questioning,” one of them throws over his shoulder, all fucking cocky about it.

“Like fuck you are.” With a grunt, he runs at one of them, sending him sprawling away from me with a forceful shove.

“Geo, no!” I try calling to him, but his psycho switch has been flicked, and he’s unleashing on the cop. “Geovani, stop, please,” I shout desperately.

He punches the cop, and the other guy moves to get in his way and takes one as well. The two of them are no match for Geovani, but this isn’t going to make my situation better.

Out of nowhere, Maddox comes running up the hall, followed by Alessandro and Ricky. It takes two of them to pull Geovani off the cop. His breathing is ragged like a rabid dog, and the look in his eyes even scares me.

“We’ll follow right behind them,” Alex tells him, trying to calm him down, but I can see Alex is almost as murderous, the vein in his neck dangerously close to popping. “We don’t all need to get arrested tonight.” His eyes meet intensely with the cop holding me and I know that was never an option. Enzo wouldn’t allow it unless it assisted him in some way. And we all know he’s best buddies with the commissioner.

“You lay a fucking hand on her and you’re both dead men, you got that?” Maddox says, getting up in their faces.

“We’re just doing our job, sir. Lucky for you we have only been instructed to arrest the girl or you lot would all be thrown injail for the night for obstruction of justice.” They tug at my arm ready to get a move on.

“Rick, call our lawyer,” I hear Alex say, but I’m again being dragged down the hallway with the two cops, one now with blood pouring out of his nose.

When the elevator door closes, nausea hits me, bubbling up my throat. I try to cover my mouth to stop it, but they’re handcuffed behind my back, so it’s no use. My dinner and bowl of ice cream come right back up and all over the carpeted floor of the elevator. One of the men curses and moves to hold me at arm’s length, but the other dude couldn’t give a shit, his fingers tightening around my arm. The doors ping open, and it’s a relief to have the cool air on my face. I step over the pile of vomit, and they guide me through the front foyer to their car, tossing me in the back seat, before taking off up the road.

One of them radios in. “We have the Havardi girl,” is all he says, his call through to the precinct not sounding the way I would expect it to.

I glance over my shoulder, and through the back window, I find the boys driving like madmen to keep up with us. Not that I ever had any question they wouldn’t do all they could to get to me. But there is no point. I killed a man, and somehow these guys know about it. I close my eyes, trying not to completely freak the fuck out. The boys have high-priced lawyers just for this type of thing. Sloane as well. Someone will come through for me. I have to have faith.

When we make it to the station, the officers come around my side of the car and resume their position of taking me by the arm, one on each side of me.

Maddox’s car pulls up on the street, and he and Geovani run toward us, with Alex and Ricky close behind.

As I’m dragged through the front door, I see Sloane’s car pull up as well. They’re all here for me.

The two officers take me through to an interrogation room and shut the door. One of them I recognize from somewhere, but I can’t quite place him. He leers over me. Taking a key from his pocket, he releases the cuffs. I rub my wrists back to life.

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