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“Are you sure Vie will be okay?”
“Yeah. She’ll be fine.”
Even if I had to give my life to make sure of it.
Chapter 23
Iwoke up to the sound of a metal door slamming somewhere down the hall. Every thought twisted into a knot the second I tried to untangle it. I couldn’t tell if Treason was fighting for me or if he was playing me like everyone else. I didn’t know anything anymore. Not who to trust, or how I ended up with my back against cinderblock walls. The only thing I knew for sure was I had to get the hell out of here.
“I know you!” a woman slurred, pointing a shaky finger at me. “You’re that fine politician’s girlfriend!”
I rolled my eyes, praying her drunk ass passed out again. She’d spent half the night singing like a human karaoke machine, ruining anyone’s chance at rest.
But the drunk leaned closer, smirking. “What the hell are you doing in here?”
The door scraped open, and the officer’s voice rang out like a hammer against steel. “Navie Dixon. Let’s go. Attorney visit.”
Eager for an update, the officer escorted me from the cell. My nerves climbed higher with every step down the narrow hallway.
“I’ve got it from here,” An older man announced before leading me into a small, windowless room. No glass partition.Just a table, two chairs, and Treason standing in the middle of the floor.
I expected him to keep it professional, since he was technically here as my attorney. Instead, he moved in three quick steps and pulled me into him.
A real hug.
“Are you okay? I missed you, Blue.”
“Am I getting out of here or not?” I whispered against his chest.
“I’m working on it.”
He eased back, his big hands sliding up until they framed my face. I froze, caught under the weight of his stare and the smell of caffeine that made me want to vomit.
“When I leave, no touching. Rules still stand for attorney-client privilege,” The officer explained.
“I know the fuckin’ rules. Why do you think I hadyoubring her?”
He didn’t respond, but he wanted to.
“I got you something to eat,” Treason replied, pulling out the chair. “Somebody wants to see you.”
He signaled the man who seemed to be working for Treason instead of MPPD, embroidered on his polo shirt.
“Vie! Oh my God.” Rayven rushed to me, stopping just shy of a hug, unsure if that was allowed, until Mr. MPPD nodded. “Are you okay?”
I was too far in disbelief to be excited.Had Tre lost his fuckin’ mind?
“What are you doing here?”
“I got in last night thanks to Tre. It was supposed to be a surprise, but.”
“Where are you staying?” I asked, trying to sort the millions of questions in my brain.
“With Tre.”
“Relax, I’ve got Rayven,” he added, watching my features tense.
“I’m fine. You didn’t have to rush down here,” I explained to Rayven, steadying my voice.
