Page 145 of Treason's Temptation
“Take it up with the judge,” Detective Vinson shrugged.
“I need a minute with my client.”
“Take two before you say goodbye.”
This warrant and the signature were a favor to Lorenzo Sr. or even Winston Calloway. It had to be because I’d gotten warrants tossed for less. This was about me, and now Blue had to pay for it. Even worse, in an hour, I’d have to explain to Rayven why Navie wasn’t at my house. I’d sent Ward to pick her up as a surprise because Blue was stressed. Now the surprise was on me.
Pushing the door open, she lifted her head, the color draining from her face because she could read me just as well as Inez or Evelyn.
“They don’t have shit, or they wouldn’t be stalling.”
“I’m not going home.”
“They don’t have shit on you. I’ll see the judge-.”
She didn’t let me finish my sentence before reminding me of my own words, “Yousaid it would be fine.Yousaid you would get me out!”
“Blue, it’s complicated, but I need you to trust me.”
“Trust you?” Her chest buckled, barely able to huff the words. “How am I supposed to do that when I’m stuck here for something I didn’t do?”
Her eyes smoldered with fire, telling me I was guilty without needing to ask. She had enough faith in me not to say that shit out loud, only in a language only I could speak.
“Because I’ve got you.Bothof you.”
She froze, mind and body numbed, remembering that there was another innocent person in this equation.
“I’ll be back in the morning. Don’t say a word about anything to anybody. You got me?”
Blue barely nodded, staring at the scuffed metal table in shock.
“I love you, Blue.”
The hardest thing I ever had to do was walk out the door, leaving her behind. My pride wanted to turn around. Provide reassurance that it would be okay, but my heart couldn’t take it.
“Where is Lieutenant Graves?”
“Why?” Detective Vinson asked, pulling up his pants that couldn’t fit over his fat ass stomach.
Ignoring his stupid ass question, I started down the hallway. He was out of breath trying to keep up with my stride while calling for somebody to get me. The commotion drove Graves to stick his head out, groaning when he saw my face.
“It’s fine. Send him in,” he groaned, knowing he was about to feel the wrath for someone else’s fuck up.
“I want her in solitary tonight. If so much as a fuckin’ hair is out of place on her head in the morning, it’ll be hell to pay. Not the kind that’s delivered in a courtroom either.”
“My hands are tied, Treason.”
“Un-fuckin-tie them!”
“Keep your voice down!” Graves rushed out, shutting the door.
“This is a high-profile case for her safety, put her in solitary with somebody you trust because whatever happens to her happens to your wife.” His face soured, knowing me to be aman of my word. “This warrant is bullshit and everybody in here knows it, including yo’ ass.”
“Calm down! I’ll see what I can do.”
“That’s on your wife,” I snatched the door open and marched out of the precinct, feeling an emptiness I didn’t know existed.
After everything we’d been through and overcome,Candy Manmight be the thing that broke us. Not because I’d done it. She didn’t give a fuck about that. She cared that I didn’t keep my word.
