Page 30 of Beautiful Revenge

“The police are here to talk to you, Brie. We can’t exactly make them go away, baby.” I rub her arm, fighting the urge to curl her into my chest and ignore the assholes in the living room. I hate that they’ve interrupted this time together, even if we knew it was coming.

“Police? Why?” she asks, a shake of fear in her voice that I’m not sure she’s faking.

Fuck, she’s only sixteen. Even though her father had to die, and she feels free for the first time in her life, it’s still a lot. I know she will never regret killing those bastards, but the very real threat that of the police is definitely a lot for her to take in.

“Yeah, baby,” I say, helping her sit up. “Are you good to walk? Or do you need me to carry you?” I ask with a smirk on my face.

“I can walk, I think,” she says, her eyes lighting with a fire I love so much. She wants to smart off at me, and I can’t wait to hear it once they leave.

“Okay. Come on then, princess.” I hold out my hand, standing up from the bed and helping her up.

Grabbing her chin with my fingers, I bend down and gently kiss her, letting her know I’ve got her. We both do. “We’ve got you, baby.”

She smiles, taking a deep breath and letting it out. “I know. Let’s go see what they want.” She pulls away from me, swaying on her feet a little, and I frown.

“You okay?” I ask quietly, and she looks a little nauseous.

“Yeah, just not feeling great. I think you both kept me up too late,” she hisses, a smile on her face, and I have to hold back the bark of laughter.

“You’re the one that kept waking us up for more, baby. Not that I’m complaining,” I say, holding my hand to my chest as my cock hardens again.

Her eyes travel down to it, and she blushes, looking away. “You need to hide that before we go out there,” she states, and I groan.

“Yeah, you’re not kidding.” I adjust myself so it’s more tucked away before following her out of the room until we come to a stop in the living room.

The female cop is glaring at my brother, and I have to wonder if she’s pissed he told her off and made her look like an idiot, or if more shit went down while I was getting Briar.

“Miss Whitmore.” The man stands, making his way toward us. “I’m sorry to wake you. I hope your migraine isn’t too bad, but it’s important,” he says, looking her over with concern.

She looks afraid, paling more than I like after she admitted to not feeling great, but it’s a good show for her being sick last night.

“Wh—what’s wrong? Is everything okay?” she asks, her voice shaking, and I pull her into my arms to hold her close.

“No, miss, it’s not. Could you take a seat please?” he asks, and she nods.

Dylan stands, helping her over to the couch and pulling her into his lap as he sits down. “Hey, Brie. How are you feeling, baby?” he whispers, loud enough for us all to hear.

“Tired and a little sick, but better,” she says, and he frowns, looking at me, and I shrug.

“Sick still?” he asks, and she nods.

“I feel like I need more sleep.” And just like that, he knows why she’s feeling off, and lets it go.

“You just slept for over twelve hours, and you’re still tired?” the female cop asks, and Briar turns to her.

“Do you suffer from migraines so painful you have to be prescribed a strong sleeping pill in order to get any relief?” the princess asks as I sit down beside them, and we all look at the woman with pointed glares. God, she’s pissing me off.

“Well, no. But this seems excessive,” she stammers, and the other cop growls.

“If you still want a job, you need to keep your mouth shut!” he snaps, and Briar flinches. Shit.

“But—”

“No. She is not a suspect, and you will stop treating her like one. She is sixteen years old!” he snaps, and Briar whimpers. The anger is getting to her, and I hate it.

“Suspect? For what?” she whispers, and everyone moves their attention to her.

“Were any of you aware of the sirens and emergency vehicles down the road last night?” the man asks, and Briar scrunches her nose.

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