Divine Sense (The Nat. 20 #2)
Prologue
PROLOGUE
· JULY ·
“ Y ou have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law,” the officer rattled off my Miranda Rights as he tugged my wrists tightly behind me.
“Daddy, Daddy stop this! Please!” I looked over my shoulder towards Magnolia as she shook her father’s arm and felt a crushing weight in my chest as I watched the tears stream down her face. I licked the corner of my mouth and tasted the copper tang of blood as it dripped down my busted lip. I looked toward William who was standing next to his wife—she was fussing over him, trying to straighten his tie as he stared me down from the corner of the crowded room. His professionally pressed shirt now ruffled and missing a few buttons.
“It’s okay, flower. I’ll be fine,” I assured her over my shoulder as the officer behind me forcefully pushed me towards the front door of the old plantation home.
“Daddy, please!” she begged again, screaming at her father and pounding on his chest with her fist. “You don’t have to do this. Tell them the truth, tell them what happened!”
William said nothing and stood with a stoned expression, unwavering in his disdain for me. I wanted to call him a coward. I wanted to tell the officers they should be arresting him too. But I knew it would do no good. No one would believe me against him, they never do in these types of situations. So I kept my mouth shut and said nothing as I was escorted down the cracked front porch steps towards the waiting cruiser.
As they opened the backdoor of the car, Magnolia rushed out of the house and slammed the car door closed, her raven black hair flying into me as she threw her arms around my neck. Feeling her pressed against me brought me the briefest moment of peace as I breathed in her scent before a third officer pulled her off me.
“Don’t touch her!” I yelled without thinking, lunging towards the man who had a tight grip on her arm. Bad move, brother, bad, bad move. The two officers behind me slammed me into the cruiser and I felt a distinct crunch in my rib cage.
“Kolbi!” she shouted at me a few feet away from the cruiser, one officer holding her back as the other two shoved me into the back seat.
“I’ll be fine. I love you, flower.” She started to sob and I saw her fall to her knees as the police car sped down the long gravel driveway towards the main road.
I sat in silence and replayed the last nine months in my mind. My mama always taught me to mind my manners and be good so that I wouldn’t end up in the very situation I was in. And I had listened.
Up until the point I met the girl with raven black hair and everything in my world changed forever.