Page 61 of We End With Us

He forces my arm back until I scream out in pain. “I could break your arm right now for trying that shit,” he hisses.

“Are you going to obey me?”

Hissing as the pain becomes unbearable. “Answer me,” he snaps.

I nod just as the door opens again and Carter walks in smiling.

Placing a hand over my shoulder, he squeezes.

“Hello, nephew.”

Pacing in a room,I’m completely losing my shit.

I have no clue where Bass is or if he’s freaking the fuck out.

Fuck, what did he do?

Fuck, Bass.

The door suddenly opening stops my pacing. Seeing Commissioner Jackson walk in with a smile, sends an unpleasant feeling through me.

“Sit down,” he says, throwing a folder onto the table. Crossing his legs as he takes a seat, my brows pinch together slowly taking the seat across from him.

“You boys have given me enough trouble over the years, and now you’ve involved Nova Cohen in your expeditions,” he says with a sarcastic tone.

I frown, not liking what he’s insinuating.

Like he isn’t involved in this shit.

Opening the folder, he lifts the paper inside.

“I remember your parents' case, it was a challenging one because we had proof that you killed them, but Santonio got you off, cut you a deal.”

Forcing a glare his way, Jackson continues, clearing his throat.

“Sometimes our pasts come back to bite us in the ass, Kingston, and I think your boy's time is running out.” He smiles darkly, eyeing me over the paper.

“He’s not here to get you off now is he?” He hisses.

“Am I free to go?” I ask, ignoring his bite about my parents.

“No.” He sneers.

“If you have proof, why aren’t I in a cell? Better yet, why don’t I have cuffs on? You got shit,” I bark, making the color in his face brighter.

“Listen here, boy.”

“I’m not your fucking boy, and if you think we don’t know what you and Miller are up to,” I smirk.

Clenching his jaw tightly, he stands opening the door.

“Out.”

Standing, I walk toward him as casually as I can without grinning from ear to ear, just like I thought, he hasn’t got shit on me.

“In this case we know you had nothing to do with the murder of Leonard Hale.” Fuck, so that’s Bass’ father.

Glaring at him, I walk past him and out the door.

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