Page 25 of Riding Through Life

My woman is sitting in a jail cell, probably scared out of her mind and Donovan wants me to sit tight. Is he fucking crazy? Capone wants me to wait. Is he fucking crazy too? I’m not sitting here with my thumb up my ass. I’m going to get my woman out, even if I have to break her out of jail.

Riding my bike through the city, I wonder how long it will take before Capone realizes I left. I can’t just sit back and let my Tiger rot in a jail cell for standing up for me. Something weird is going on with that Lynn chick and hopefully Red or Bones can get to the bottom of it quickly.

I pull into the precinct, expecting Capone or one of my brothers to anticipate my next move and waiting for me, but they’re not. I turn off my bike and set the kickstand down. Climbing off my bike, I stow any weapons I have and lock up the saddle bags. I don’t need any unnecessary charges against me. I leave my cut on and head for the double glass doors. I’ve never been inside here willingly before so this is something new.

I step inside and the fluorescent lights against the white tile flooring hurt my eyes and I have to blink a couple of times to adjust. The scent of bleach and floor cleaner assaults my nose and I hold back a sneeze.

In front of me are steps that lead up to a big oak desk full of paperwork, a computer, a phone and various shit you’d find in a police station. A grumpy-looking man with a wrinkled uniform and salt and pepper hair stands behind the desk watching me as I take in my surroundings and walk his way.

“Can I help you?” he asks, eyeing me wearily.

“I hope so. My Ol’ Lady was brought in earlier and I want to know how I can get her out,” I answer, leaving the edge out of my voice with how uncomfortable I am.

He raises a bushy eyebrow, “Name?”

“Kensi Donovan,” I answer, looking around. Police officers are coming and going and a few keep watching me like they’re waiting for me to do something. Jesus, judgmental or what? One officer in particular is standing down the hallway, watching me. He looks familiar but I can’t place where I know him from.

“I’m not seeing a Kensi Donovan in the system. Are you sure they brought her here?” The officer asks.

“Positive. The alleged incident happened over on West and Turner.”

“Let me check another database, hold on a sec.” He types a few keys before grunting. “Found her, she is being processed for aggravated assault on a civilian.”

“Alleged assault,” I say pointedly.

“Once she is processed, then she will go in front of a judge on Monday and get her bail set. Sorry, but there is nothing that can be done until the court opens Monday morning. And since it’s a Holiday weekend, you won’t be able to get ahold of anyone until then anyway.”

The one officer watching me with his hand resting on his holster the whole time smirks. His grip shifts to pull his gun out when I stare back at him. “Can I fucking help you?” I ask, sick of his judgmental shit.

“Yeah, you can turn around and walk out before you find yourself in trouble.” He responds.

I snort, “In trouble for what? I didn’t do shit.”

“That’s what you think. Do you think it’s ok to cheat on your woman with another? Then let your woman beat the shit out of the woman you cheated on her with without doing anything to stop her?” Aggravation is rolling off him in waves.

“What the fuck are you ragging about?” My temper is on a short fuse and this motherfucker just lit it up.

“I heard all about it from the victim. In my opinion, you should be locked up behind bars instead of that innocent woman.” He steps closer, his face a deep shade of red and I spot the Sheriff’s badge pinned to his chest.

That’s why he looks familiar. He was the Sheriff who took the psychopath’s statement. “Is that what she’s telling everyone? I cheated on my fiancée with that skank?” I bark out a laugh and turn my back on the Sheriff, directing my attention back to the guy behind the desk. “Can I at least see her? We’re supposed to be getting married tomorrow.” I plead.

“I’m sorry, but no visitors this late at night. You’ll have to come back tomorrow.” The officer behind the desk flicks his gaze at the Sheriff coming up behind me.

“Touch me and I will rip out your arms and beat you with them.” I threaten. I listen while still watching the desk officer and the short-tempered one doesn’t disappoint. I turn to face him. He stands directly behind me, his chest puffed out like he’s someone special. Well, shit. I guess if I can’t visit with my Tiger, I might as well join her.

Shrugging, I step forward and slam my forehead into short temper’s nose. Blood instantly starts spilling down his face. Might as well go for broke. “How’d you like that motherfucker.” I punch him in the stomach, making him bend over wheezing. “I never touched that skank and as for Kensi doing what she allegedly did, that skank got everything she deserved.” I hit him one more time before I’m being dragged off the asshole by four men. Two on each arm, holding me up. Short Temper Sheriff straightens the best he can before he wipes the blood from his face. He steps up to me and I spit in his face.

“What’s the matter? Can’t take me on, on your own? Have to have others help?” I taunt. “That’s why you’re a weasel dick…” My words trail off as red-hot pain laces my body and locks up my muscles. I shake while every fiber of my being loses control with intense electrical pain that can’t compare to anything I’ve ever felt before.

I’m thrown onto the ground face first and handcuffed before I have all my faculties back. Well, that’s the first for me. Fucking tased in a police station.

“You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say or do can and will be used against you in a court of law.” The Sheriff drones on. I’ve heard it before tons of times so I pass out from the pain while I’m being booked.

Fuck it. If I can’t get Kensi out, I might as well join her.

Chapter

Eighteen

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