Page 115 of Crew Princess
“DOA?” she asked.
“It just happened,” he said.
“Resuscitation?”
“Unsuccessful.”
DOA.
Alex.
Dead on arrival. He was dead.
I couldn’t process that. We had saved his life months ago and now...
And then those cold eyes turned my way, and she pulled her hand from her side. She held a pair of zip ties.
“Bren Monroe, you are under arrest.”
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The front door to the police station flew open.
I knew he was coming. I’d made the call, knowing this was no longer a fucking high school thing. Cops were involved, and that meant there were bigger fucking things in play, and I wasn’t messing around. Seeing Bren led to that squad car, her hands in zip ties, by some fucking stone-cold bitch was one of my nightmares come to life.
Fuck that.
I mean it.
Fuuuuck that.
I was done playing by the rules, playing nice, doing shit so the least amount of damage was inflicted. I was ready to throw a bomb, grab Bren, and haul ass after that.
Jordan and Zellman held me back. Race had gotten involved, and the three of them were still standing guard.
I. Was. Furious.
I was seeing red.
Blood.
I wanted to fucking taste it, and as soon as that door flew open, I was ready. I was more than ready.
Channing came in like a fucking lightning storm, not even wearing a shirt. That’s how fucking badass Bren’s brother was, and he was my goddamn salvation in that moment.
Scanning. Finding me. He pinned me in place and stalked toward me.
Everyone knew Channing was there. It was like a wave swept the building, and everyone came to attention. The cops behind their desks were watching, wariness building. It’d been there since they brought Bren in, since we’d stormed in, since I’d tried to deck the first cop who told me to “Take a seat.”
I was hauled back before I could make contact, but fuck that. I was tempted to get arrested, just so I could go back there and see Bren.
It was only Race telling me to chill out and that Bren was probably already in an interrogation room that penetrated. The only goddamn fucking thing.
I needed Bren. I needed to save her, whatever it fucking cost. I didn’t care. Me for her. I was ready to offer the switch, but Channing was here. He had pull. Or he did with the Roussou department.
His jaw was clenched, and rage simmered just under his surface. “Why the fuck are we in Fallen Crest? She was arrested at the school?”
I clipped a nod. That was all I could get out because the need to hurt someone raged in me. Seeing Channing, someone who loved her almost as much as I did, ready to do whatever he needed to do had unleashed a fucking monster inside of me. I literally wanted to peel someone’s head off, and I had to force a calming breath. It wasn’t working.
