Page 66 of Trust in the Fallen

If I ever needed proof the cops in this city are corrupt as fuck, here it is.

Wyatt goes between pacing up and down the cell restlessly and lying on the lumpy cot in defeat. I hate seeing him like this, especially after the glimpse of happiness we were given. A flicker of hope our cold, dark souls never dared to hope for.

I press my eyes closed at the thought of Leighton.

They could be doing anything to her right now, and we wouldn’t know, we wouldn’t be able to protect her, because we’re stuck in here.

It’s been hours since we’ve spoken because I’m more than aware of the fact that anything we say in here is likely being recorded, and we’re not dumb enough to let them get us on a real charge. They have no proof we’ve embezzled shit, because we haven’t. We keep our business affairs above board so the cops never have a reason to come sniffing around the other shit we do. But they know that. They just had to get us here so they could hold us, regardless of whether we actually did anything wrong.

A single set of footsteps in the hallway drag my attention from the spot on the wall I’ve been staring at for the last hour or so, and I don’t think I’ve ever been so happy to see Crew as I am right now.

A police officer trails after him, taking three steps for every one of Crew’s. “You have no right to have kept them for this long without pressing charges,” Crew barks. “Do you idiots actually know the law, or are you making shit up as you go along?”

If you set aside the fact that Crew and the other members of the Legion run this city, he’s still one scary motherfucker, and the cop is shaking in his boots every time his mismatched eyes flick to his scrawny frame.

It’s the middle of the night, so I assume this guy is the only one around, and I bet he’s panicking.

“And you know you’re meant to provide a phone call and a lawyer, right? Neither of which have been provided.”

He steps in front of the cell we’re being kept in and looks us both over. “You two look like shit.”

Wyatt rolls his eyes. “That’s what happens when you’re kept in a cell with no access to a shower for however many days we’ve been here.”

“We’re leaving.” Crew turns to the police officer and raises his brow expectantly as he fumbles with a ring of keys. I have no idea if this guy has the authority to let us go, but hell, I’m not going to argue with the fucker.

Once Wyatt and I step out of the cell and pass the officer, Crew turns to the cop and says, “You can let your bosses know they’ll be hearing from our lawyers. I hope they’re ready to pay handsomely for this little stunt.”

Before he can stammer a response, Crew is leading us out of the building with his head held high like he didn’t just basically walk into a police station and break two of their prisoners out with nothing more than a few barked orders. It’s little wonder he’s able to keep the five families under control.

We pile into the blacked-out SUV, nodding quickly to Bishop before he pulls away from the curb, giving no mind to the traffic he cuts off.

“Nothing like a jailbreak on a Wednesday night to get the heart pumping.” He smirks, looking at us in the rearview mirror. “Wow, you two look like ass.”

I roll my eyes but don’t miss Crew’s snicker. Like father, like son, I suppose.

“Sorry it took so long. It took us some time to figure out what the fuck was going on, and every time I demanded to see you we were blocked with some bullshit reason,” Crew tells us.

“So you resorted to picking on the weakest link in the department to break us out?” I ask.

“It’s not breaking you out when they had no grounds to hold you in the first place. There were no charges placed, and therefore you should have been released well before now.”

“Do you know where Leighton is?” Wyatt asks, his voice breaking as her name passes through his lips.

Crew nods and sighs. “We do. That’s part of what took us so long. We were trying to find her as well so our workforce was a little split.” He turns to us with something clutched in his fingers. “The security tapes at the club were doctored, but the idiots didn’t think to wipe the neighboring buildings. From what we can tell, they knocked her out and carried her out around the same time the cops took you down.”

My stomach sinks, and my eyes clash with Wyatt’s who looks about ready to throw up. We never should have left her on her own. What if they’ve hurt her?

“They’re keeping her at her family’s estate upstate, and we’re working on extracting her, but they have the place locked up like Fort fucking Knox,” Bishop says. “Kaos and Kovu have been there the last two days scoping out the joint, but we can’t get a lock on where Leighton is without setting every alarm in the fucking place off.”

“That’s not the worst of it.” Crew passes the piece of card he was holding back to us, and a snarl climbs up the back of my throat as I read over the words.

No.

No fucking way.

There is no way in hell our sweet angel is marrying that abusive piece of shit.

CHAPTERFIFTY-EIGHT

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