Page 229 of Anger

Be a MAN…!

You two are as worthless as your mother…

Fucking secrets.

It doesn’t matter how deep you bury them, they always find a way to dig free.

I step out of the car athen walk up to where the three men stand waiting for me.

A cop in plain clothes looks me up and down before asking, “Are you Damon Cross?”

I nod my head, and his two buddies move to get behind me.

They’re locking cuffs over my wrists, my arms tugged behind my back while the first guy tells me what’s happening.

“Damon Cross. You’re under arrest for the murder of William Cross. We’ll be taking you to jail tonight for questioning and booking. You have the right to—“

“Save it. I know my rights.”

Fuck them.

I’m not saying a damn word.

I’m smarter than that.

Blue runs up in a panic. “Damon? What are they talking about? Why are they arresting you?”

I look over at Blue and force a smile. “It’s nothing. Just call Tanner and Gabe. Tell them what’s happening. They’ll know what to do.”

“Damon?” she asks, but I’m already being led to a police car, my head shoved down as they plant me on the backseat.

As soon as the door shuts, I lean my head back and close my eyes.

My father spent years abusing Ezra and me.

And it looks like I’ll be the one going to prison for it.

Taylor

“No. Absolutely not. This is not fucking happening!”

Another family meeting was called immediately following the gauntlet. We barely had time to grab Granger’s car and have Shane drive it behind us to Granger’s house so we could dump him in his bed.

Tanner took the call while we were still in the van, his expression transitioning from laughing at the events of the gauntlet to his professional mask, then to anger and fear.

We couldn’t hear what Damon was telling him, but when he hung up the call, he demanded Gabriel drive to the office instead of the house, regardless of the fact that we were all covered in dirt and sweat.

On the drive to the office, he explained that it was Ames calling from Damon’s phone because Damon has been arrested and hauled off to jail.

Emily picked up Ames from Damon’s house, and the rest of the girls arrived at the office, their expressions panicked and morose after hearing the news of what happened.

Now Tanner is on the phone with the police, his face a deep shade of red as he paces the office. The rest of us are waiting for our marching orders when he finally ends the call.

“I don’t give a flying fuck if the judge has gone home for the night. I want the initial appearance to happen in the next ten minutes so bail is set and we can pick him up.”

Silence… Then, “Are you not hearing me? Don’t bother booking him for these trumped-up charges. We’ll have him out of there before the ink can fucking dry for the fingerprints.”

He grabs a pen, clicks it once, then flings it across the room.

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