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“I am.”
“We have a warrant for your arrest,” he said, while the other officer pulled out his handcuffs. “Please turn around and put your hands behind your back.”
“What for?” Oya asked. “Let me see the warrant.”
“Ma’am. Step back.”
“But he didn’t do anything!” she shouted.
I was so fucking overjoyed she had so much faith in me. I hadn’t done anything, and it felt amazing to have someone on my side especially when this was about to be a shit fest.
“It’s fine, babe.” I turned around and put my hands behind my back. “I didn’t do anything so there’s nothing to worry about.”
I hated the tears pooled in her eyes. She was scared for me. But I was used to these types of situations. I’d spent the best years of my life in prison. There was no reason for me to freak out because I wasn’t a kid anymore and I wouldn’t make the same mistakes I’d made back then.
“Call Reaper. Tell him what’s happened,” I said as the cops escorted me out of my office.
Thank God today was slow, and the shop was empty right now. I could possibly lose customers if they’d seen me being ushered out in handcuffs despite it all being bullshit.
“What the fuck, Gav?” Angel asked as we passed him.
“I don’t know, man. Cancel the rest of my appointments, and give Oya, Reaper’s number.”
“What about King?” Angel asked from behind me.
“Don’t bother him. He needs to be with Alana.”
My older brother had enough shit to deal with. All I needed was for Reaper to get in touch with our lawyer and let him handle the rest because I know for a fact, I haven’t done shit.
“I got you,” Angel said. “Hang in there until the cavalry arrives.”
“Don’t worry, Oya!” I shouted as they pushed me out the front door. “Everything’s going to be fine.”
Handcuffed to a metalbar bolted to a green rectangular table in an interrogation room was like deja vu. It wouldn’t shock me if this was the same room I was in all those years ago. My much younger self freaked out when this happened before. Seven years in prison and running with the Sinners had hardened me to this type of situation. They wouldn’t break me this time because they can’t. I wasn’t that same kid.
I’d been in here well over an hour. I could feel their eyes burning into my head as they hid behind the one-way window that took up most of the wall in front of me. They thought they could make me sweat. But they weren’t going to get anything out of me especially since I hadn’t done shit.
The door to the interrogation room swung open and I groaned when two detectives I was very familiar with strolled in the room with smirks on their faces. These were the two detectives who had helped convict me.
“Look who’s back,” Detective Moore said as he tossed a manila folder on the table then took one of the seats in front of me, while Detective Chavis, took the other. “If it ain’t Gavin Lawson, or should I call you Saint.”
I rolled my eyes but kept my mouth shut. He could call me whatever the fuck he wanted. I didn’t give a fuck and I wouldn’t let this prick get under my skin.
“Cat got your tongue?” Detective Moore asked, chuckling.
“Nope.” I shrugged like it was no big fucking deal I was here. “I just ain’t got shit to say other than, I want my lawyer.”
Detective Moore narrowed his eyes at me. He couldn’t stand the sight of me. Other than being a Sinner, I didn’t know why. When I was arrested at seventeen, I had nothing to do with the club, but he still made it his mission to make sure I went to prison for as many years as possible for the charge. If I didn’t know any better, it was personal, and he held a grudge against me. I didn’t know him personally, so I didn’t know why he had a hard-on for me.
“You’re no better than your father,” he sneered.
And there it was. He knew my Da.
“What did he do?” I asked, not able to stop the smile curving my lips. “Let me guess. Now you tell me if I’m wrong, Detective Moore,” I taunted, laughing. “He fucked your wife, didn’t he?”
“You son of a bitch! “Detective Moore shouted, as he shot to his feet, then planted his palms on the table. His face was only inches from mine. He didn’t deny it so that definitely had to be what this was all about. What a small fucking world. My Da and the detective that helped send me to prison had a fucking history.
“If I know anything about my Da, he probably fucked her in your house.” I chuckled. “Am I right? Did you walk in on them together?”
