Page 67 of A Hurt So Good

“Where’s his finger?” The bigger cop asks me. I smirk at him and lean my head forward to fuck with him. I stick out my tongue and open my mouth.

“Ate it.”

“You didn’t eat it,” he sneers.

“I did. Swallowed that motherfucker whole.” Now, the cop looks sick as the ambulance pulls up. Harlon laughs as we lean against the cop car. We watch everything happen and I couldn’t care less. He fucking stole from her, he’s lucky I let him live. For now, anyway.

The sniveling little shit cries as the paramedics load him into the ambulance. I laugh out loud and catch his attention, blowing him a kiss with my lips. He quickly moves his gaze away from mine, and they continue what they’re doing.

“Think dad’s going to be pissed?” Harlon muses.

“More than likely. But then again, it’s been a while since any of us have gone to jail. It’s almost a record at this point,” I laugh.

“I can’t believe she came here without us. Why the hell didn’t she just tell us about him?” I shrug.

“Maybe she thought she could handle it herself.”

“Maybe. Still fucked up,” Har adds.

“I agree, but here we are.”

“Come on,” one of the cops says, yanking me off the car and dragging me toward the back. He opens the door and ushers me inside. I barely fit in the back of this shit, but I scoot sideways to be a little more comfortable.

“Don’t kick at my windows!” he warns.

“How about I kick your ass instead?”

“Are you threatening a police officer?”

“No. If I were, I’d tell you all the ways I would carve your body up and serve it to my dog,” I tell him, licking my lips. He looks uneasy, and that’s exactly how I wanted him to look.

“You’re sick! You’re going to be locked up for a long time.” I laugh hysterically this time.

“I’ll be out before you get off your shift, and you know what? You better watch your ass then, Officer.”

“I’ll charge you for that!”

“Go ahead, but either way, I will get out,” I remind him. He doesn’t know what to say to me, and frankly, I don’t care.

He slams the door and climbs in the front before taking off. I sit in the back humming a song just to piss him off a little more and cause a little more unease.

Once we reach the station, he pulls me out and hauls me in, with Har not far behind me.

“What were boys doing over there to being with?” the other asshole asks.

“Looking to get my cock sucked, Officer. I heard he was the best around,” I tell him with a grin.

“We could do this hard way or the easy way, Warren.”

“Oh, I do apologize, Dean, I wasn’t aware we were on a first-name basis today,” I snarl at him. Yeah, I know this asshole.

“Is this gang-related?”

“Does it look gang-related?”

“You cut off his fucking finger, Warren!” he snaps at me.

“Did I?” I ask mockingly.

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