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Sharp heat spread across her cheek as her head snapped to the right. Pain blossomed in her face. Stumbling slightly, she almost went down.

What the hell just happened? Why was the ground beneath her tilting?

“You motherfucker!” Mooky shouted.

Scuffled grunting filled Blue’s ears as she tried to gain her bearings. Just as she blinked the world into focus, Mooky tackled the officer beside him to the ground. This really was out of hand.

The cop who slapped her took hold of her again. Roughly, he yanked both her arms back behind her and slapped handcuffs on her wrists with several clicks. She shifted her jaw left and right while the cop behind her mumbled something about Miranda rights.

“Can I please pull my pants up first?” she begged, turning just as Mooky punched the other officer.

Oh, shit!

“Stop!” she shouted, trying to get Mooky’s attention. He couldn’t beat on a cop.

Too late.

The officer shoved her aside and took out his Taser. “Resisting arrest.”

“Mooky!” she shrieked, but it was useless.

The world around Blue went in slow motion. Mooky charged toward them as she fell to the ground. The cop beside her pulled the trigger.

“Taser! Taser! Taser!” the officer screamed.

With a zip sound, two electrodes shot forward from the box in his hand. Mooky jerked with wide eyes when they hit in him the chest. Blue’s heart lodged in her throat. She couldn’t breathe.

Mooky crumpled down and wriggled on the ground like a fish out of water.

Everything around her ceased to exist. The only thing she could see or hear was Mooky, and it was the most terrifying sight she’d ever witnessed. The sound of the electrodes sizzling and his body thumping against the soft ground stabbed at her chest. The horror of it burned as she stared in disbelief.

“Stop it!” Tears stung her freshly slapped face as Blue lay helplessly while the love of her life twitched on the ground, gurgling.

When he stopped, the night became far too quiet.

Her heart pounded so hard she thought it’d fly out of her throat. Was he dead? A lump of fear choked her.

“You shouldn’t fight,” the officer said as he got to his feet, running his hand along his jaw.

Like hell they shouldn’t fight. Nothing about this was by the book. Mooky shouldn’t be on the ground impossibly motionless. Practically hyperventilating, she stood there waiting for her man to move, to prove he was still alive.

Mooky, please.

As though they were in a terrible movie or a Law & Order episode, the two cops read Mooky his Miranda rights as they rolled him onto his stomach to handcuff him.

“Fucking piece of shit,” the guy said as he reared back and kicked Mooky in the ribs.

“What the hell?” Blue charged toward them as though she could do something with her hands behind her back and her pants around her ankles.

Instead, she tumbled flat on her face in the grass. With nothing to break her fall, the impact shot all the air in her lungs out with a grunt. Coughing, she tried to catch her breath.

The two cops turned toward her and laughed.

“Fucking idiots, these two.”

CHAPTER 15

Mooky

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