Page 84 of Perdition
Val hummed thoughtfully, then said, “What about giving her to the cops.”
“On what charges?” Sarah blurted furiously. “I didn’t do anything illegal!”
“Besides being a criminally nasty hoe, no you haven’t, but all we have to do is get your put in overnight for…trespassing, and then I can go in, add a few traffic tickets, a few anonymous reports about someone fitting your description performing lewd acts in front of children, andwham! You’re looking at five to ten. I wonder what Mad Dog will do once he hears you’ve been locked upandyou failed your mission?”
Sarah was shaking now—fear and rage—but Val was smirking evilly, which Redtube enjoyed because he was staring at her…and he adjusted himself.
Dirty fuck.
Then again, Frost was feeling pretty hot for his woman, too. Seeing Emily get in Sarah’s face like that was hot as fuck, and he’d take all that pent up come and spill it inside her.
And for the zillionth time that day, the universe showed it’s wicked sense of humor because none other than Sgt WetsTheBed, who was dressed as motherfucking Captain America, strode into the room, his expression hard, his eyes scanning the scene.
“Is there a problem in here?” he asked, his gaze on Emily.
She flushed, coughing, her eyes flicking to Frost, concern burning in her denim blues. He knew that look; she was asking him what to do, what to say, and how much of it to share.
Stepping forward, Frost pointed to Sarah, and loudly proclaimed, “Your timing is perfect, Sgt. Copper. This woman has been harassing myself, my friends, and family, and she has already been warned not to step foot on property owned by my MC.”
Sgt. Assface gave Sarah a once over before returning his gaze to Emily.
“Did she do something to you?” he inquired, slipping into DoGooder mode, with his smooth baritone and soft smile.
The little fucker.
Emily blushed, then nodded. “Yes. She same to my shop and made a scene in front of Tina, my assistant, refusing to leave until she talked to me. When I arrived, she threatened me?—”
“I did not! You’re lying!” Sarah shrieked.
Sgt. KissAss turned to her with a glare hard enough to punch through steel, and commanded, “Ma’am, please remain silent until I’ve heard the full story.”
“But she’s lying!” Sarah insisted.
“I have proof; my internal security cameras caught the whole thing,” Emily supplied.
The baby-faced cop nodded, offering her another soft smile, then asked the rest of them, “Can anyone else tell me what she’s done?”
Stephie clicked her tongue, swaying from side to side as if in thought. “Come to think of it, I’ve heard rumors about her giving BJs by the kiddie splash pad at that park in South Abington.”
Ah, she was feeding into Val’s idea to get her time in prison for public lewd acts.
“Liar!” Sarah screamed, making Cilla flinch. Immediately, Patriot was there, wrapping his arms around his woman.
Taking out his phone, the popo began taking notes. Finally, he looked up at Frost, his eyes steely.
“And you, sir? Do you have any complaints?”
You keep looking at my woman like you have a fucking chance!
Instead of saying that, he replied, “She followed me here, to this club owned establishment, and made a scene during the party, which was why we escorted her back here.”
“And what would you like to happen?”
“I would like her arrested for harassment and trespassing,” Frost said, hating that he was relying on the asshole to help deal with Sarah.
Sgt. PimpleDick furrowed his brow. “Usually MCs like to handle things internally, so why are you sharing this information with me?”
Locust answered, “It isn’t like we’re a one percenter club; we believe in law and order…when it suits us, and right now, in this instance, it does. You take Sarah off our hands, and we can wash our hands of her.”
