Chapter 11 #2
“Do that, and you will be arrested."
“You should be arrested! This is kidnapping.” And not the fun kind like before. I don’t like this man, and he’s totally not my type.
“Maybe if you didn’t attack me and gave me a chance to talk, I’d have told you I’m a police officer and I wanted to ask you a few questions.”
“And I’m the fucking queen of England,” I hiss.
“Like I’d believe you're a police officer. What do you think I am? Some naive kid? ‘Come on, little girl, get in my white van. I swear I have puppies and kitties inside,’” I mock, showing just how ridiculous he sounds.
“Well, fuck you. I don’t want your puppies and you can shove your candy up your ass! ”
“I don’t get paid enough for this,” he grumbles, throwing me into the back of a car before slamming the door shut.
“I’m going to sue your ass!” I scream.
He gets into the driver’s seat and slams the door shut. He looks at me over his shoulder, lifting a brow. “Yeah? With what money?”
“All of my father’s money.” I lift my chin, not sure what the fuck I’m even saying.
“Yeah? You mean your dead father? Did he leave you some large sum of money no one knew about?”
My brows furrow. “How do you know my father is dead?
“It’s my job to know things,” he growls. “I know all about you, Nova Brooks. The only thing I don’t understand is, why are you in Georgia?” His brows furrow.
“Who are you?” I growl, trying not to freak the fuck out. Why would he know anything about me? Who is he? What does he want with me?
“Like I said, I’m a police officer.” He turns back around and starts the car.
That's when I realize I’m in the back of a cop car. Huh. I guess he was telling the truth and the car he’s driving is unmarked.
“False advertising,” I mutter, slumping in the seat as I glare at the back of the asshole's head.
“You better be worth all this trouble,” he grumbles, more to himself.
Trouble for what? What does this fucker want with me!?
I try to hold in my panic, not letting him see just how shaken I am.
As we drive down the road, further and further away from the truck, I start to freak out that maybe he’s some kind of crazy killer who presents himself as a cop, but really he’s bringing me to the middle of nowhere to chop me up into a billion little pieces where no one can find my body.
But when we pull up to a police station, I relax. Only a little bit because again, why the fuck am I being brought here?
“Is this even legal?” I ask as the big Beta asshole pulls me out of the car.
“Stop talking,” he grunts, roughly guiding me towards the building.
“I hope you know you’re replacing everything I lost!” I huff. He says nothing.
Worry sets in again when I see that we’re heading towards the back of the building, not the main entrance, as if he’s trying to sneak me in or something.
I want to go home, back to my bed and cuddle with my cat and opossum. And a bath. A nice long, hot bath.
There’s too much excitement in my life these days that it could last me a lifetime.
The man pulls open a side door and shoves me inside. “You’re being highly unprofessional!” I shout. “Help! Someone help me!”
“Shut up!” he hisses, trying to put his hand over my mouth. I bite down on the meaty flesh, making him curse.
“Bitch!” he growls.
“Asshole!” I shout back. “Get your hands off me!” I growl, trying to claw at the big gorilla of a man’s face. He sighs heavily, holding me at arms length.
“What the hell is going on?” a voice asks as I’m shoved into a room. I swing my furious glare over to a man sitting at a tiny table. At least he’s way better to look at than the fucker who has the balls to be manhandling me like this. Just fucking wait until my Alphas find out about this.
“And what the hell is all over you?” the new man asks the asshole man gripping my arm.
“This crazy woman popped a confetti popper in my face before spraying me with silly string,” he grunts, shoving me into the chair across from the frustratingly attractive man at the table.
I quickly take in his tanned skin, brown hair and matching brown eyes before dropping to the tattoos that litter his arms.
When my eyes meet his, he gives me a little smirk, and my brows furrow into a scowl before I look back to the asshat. “I should have stabbed you with the fairy princess wand,” I growl. “Right in the fucking eye.”
“You do realize you're threatening an officer?” he snarls, getting down in my face. “Now, behave before I arrest you.”
I grind my teeth together in frustration but don’t say anything. The last thing I need is to get myself locked up for the night and have my Alphas come bail me out.
“I got it from here,” the man across from me says. “Thank you.”
“You owe me,” he growls. “Big time.”
The new guy nods and the other guy leaves.
“So,” I lean back in my seat. “What am I in here for? I haven’t done anything wrong.” I lean forward. “If my old boss is behind this, I wasn’t the one who set fire to his garage. That was his crazy bitch of a wife.”
The man smiles, shaking his head. “No. It’s not about that at all. You’re not in any trouble, Nova. I just want to ask you some questions.”
“Questions about what?” Unease prickles down my spine.
“First, let me introduce myself. I’m Detective Tucker Davis,” he starts, crossing his muscled arms over his firm chest. I try to ignore the way his shirt strains with the movement. Fucking hell, he’s pretty. “And I’d like to ask you a couple of questions about your Alphas.”
My eyes snap up to his as panic sweeps in. Oh fuck. Oh fuckity, fuck, fuck. This can’t be good. Not at all.