Page 55 of Sin With Me
I snort, hauling my bag over my shoulder and across my chest. “Yeah, two thousand dollars and one heck of a favor.”
He winces, and I know he feels bad. “I’ll pay you back, I promise. And whatever else you need, consider it done. A liver? Kidneys? You can have both.”
A laugh bubbles out of my mouth as I shake my head. He looks remorseful enough, so I don’t add any more guilt to his plate. “Okay, let’s go. It smells in here.”
He chuckles, following me toward the exit. “You don’t even wanna know what a cell smells like.”
“Save me the trouble, please.”
Once we get in my truck, he gives me directions to the impound lot. Apparently, they towed it after his arrest and now he has to pay to get it out.
“So how did they find the weed anyway?” I ask the burning question I’ve been wondering all day. “Did you give him permission to search your car?”
He scoffs. “Yeah, right. Officer Dickhead claimed I was actin’ suspicious. But my lawyer’s confident he can get the charges thrown out due to an unlawful search. After my arraignment, he’ll file a motion to suppress due to lack of probable cause.”
“How were you actin’?”
“Fuck if I know. I’d just worked a twelve-hour shift and was exhausted as hell. He said my eyes were bloodshot and that I’d been slurrin’ my words, which I wasn’t. When I tried to explain I was drivin’ home after a long night, he demanded I get out and then proceeded to search my truck. I didn’t argue because I knew I didn’t have anythin’ illegal, but when he waved a bag in my face, claimin’ he found it in my glove compartment, I knew Wesley set me up. I don’t smoke weed.”
“Do you sell it?”
“Of course not! Wesley’s the one who has access to drugs. He’s either usin’, dealin’ or both. Hell, he could’ve stolen evidence from another case or some shit.”
“Does that actually happen in real life? Or have you been watchin’ too many crime drama shows?”
He shrugs. “Well, it’s the only thing that makes sense because it’s not mine. And I’m not stupid enough to store it in a spot that’s so easy to find.”
“Where would you put it?” I ask because now I’m curious.
“Everyone knows you stuff it in your pants or between the cheeks.”
Jesus Christ.
“Oh, of course…” I drawl sarcastically. “Right up the cooch too, right?”
He smirks. “So I’ve heard.”
“Why does Wesley want you in jail so badly?”
“When Raven announced they were gettin’ married, I spoke out against it. He’s never treated her right and is a piece of shit who cheats on her. I’m the only one in my family who doesn’t kiss his ass—the ‘all-mighty’ deputy…” He rolls his eyes. “So he finds any reason to fuck with me.”
“Accordin’ to Wilder, Raven cheated on him.”
“They were separated at the time, but he denies it, so he accuses her of being unfaithful.”
“Why’d they get back together?”
“Because he’s a manipulative prick who gaslights her and makes empty promises to do better so she won’t leave him.”
“That makes me feel bad for Raven, who probably feels too trapped to get out. Wesley wouldn’t make it easy on her if she tried,” I admit. “There are programs who can help her get out safely.”
“He’s a cop, so she doesn’t trust anyone not to take his side. It’s a miracle I talked her into leavin’ this last time.”
“Do you have any other family she could stay with?”
“No, our parents live in a one-bedroom house two hours away and our mom isn’t…” He chews his lip before continuing, “She’s not well, mentally. It’s why we don’t always see eye to eye. My dad refuses to get her help because he claims she’s just fine. Exceptjust fineain’t bargin’ into my room when I’m sixteen and pointin’ a gun at my face because she thought I was an intruder.”
My eyes widen in shock. “Oh my God.”
