Chapter 17
Chapter
Seventeen
AFTERMATH
“ F uck!” I slam my fist on the table, shaking it from the force while I watch Kensi being hauled away in handcuffs. When she’s out of my sight, I start pacing, agitation thrumming over my skin. The buzz I had from drinking earlier evaporates, leaving a pounding headache in its wake.
“Easy, brother. If you get arrested, you won’t be able to help her.” Capone rests his palm on my shoulder, holding me in my seat.
My body vibrates with rage when I lock eyes on Lynn who is talking to an officer. She flashes him with a seductive smile and adjusts her top so her chest is more exposed. Her eyes land on me and she smirks, giving me a wink. What the actual fuck? Is this chick psycho or something? I stand, ready to attack the bitch when Capone and Blayde stand in front of me, blocking me from going after her.
“Not right now, Aftermath. Now we have her details and justice will be delivered for fucking with one of our own.” Blayze puts his hands on my chest, keeping me back. “Let Red do his thing and then we can get Kensi out.”
“Fuck!” I growl, scrubbing my hands down my face in agitation. “We’re supposed to get married tomorrow and we can’t do that with Kensi locked up.”
“We’re going to give them some time to get her processed and you to sober up then we’ll go to the precinct and see what we have to do to get her out. Right now, I need you to stay calm and level-headed.”
“I am sober but I can’t just sit here and do nothing!” I shout, throwing my hands up in the air.
“You’re not doing nothing, you’re leaning on your brothers in a time of need. Suck it up and take the fucking help.” Capone demands shoving me into my chair.
I sit with a hard thud, my weight making it groan in protest. I rest my elbows on the table and rest my head in my hands. “What can we do?” I ask quietly.
“Red has already left with Nadia. When he gets to the Clubhouse, he’s going to get Bones and the three of them will do what they can to get her out. Until then, you need to remain calm. Once Knight gets here, he’s taking the rest of the girls home along with Torch, Blayze and Derange. Then the rest of us will head to the jail and see what we can do.” Capone calmly relays what’s going to happen and it makes me calm as well.
“Fine, but I won’t let a little badge stop me from marrying Kensi tomorrow,” I grumble.
Lynn smiles at the police officer while running her fingernail down his chest. She bats her eyes at him and my stomach rolls. I stand up from the table, anger radiating through my body at the nerve of this woman.
“Where the hell are you going?” Capone demands.
“To the bathroom, if that’s alright with you, Prez,” I respond, not keeping the snarky attitude out of my voice.
“Fine, but don’t do anything stupid,” Capone acknowledges.
I head for the back of the club but instead of going into the bathroom, I shoulder my way out the back door. Once I’m standing outside, I inhale the crisp night air deep into my lungs. My head clears a little more and I stare up at the sky, wishing this night had gone differently. Kensi is always finding trouble, or trouble always finds her, but I wouldn’t change her for the world.
Pulling out my phone, I begin to pace. I need to call her dad and let him know what happened. I dial his number and take a deep breath before putting my phone up to my ear.
“Something’s happened to Kensi.” Sheriff Donavan states, picking up the phone on the second ring. He knows if his phone rings this late at night, it’s nothing good and it has everything to do with Kensi.
“Kensi has been arrested and I don’t know if I can get her out before tomorrow.” I relay what happened tonight and can feel the tension coming from the other line.
“What the actual fuck?” The good Sheriff swears out loud. “Tomorrow is her wedding day, Aftermath. What are we going to do?”
“I don’t know, but I’m working on it. I wanted to update you so this didn’t come as a surprise.”
“I might be able to pull some strings. Sit tight and wait for my call.” Sheriff Donovan hangs up the phone before I can respond.
My woman is sitting in a jail cell, probably scared out of her mind and Donovan wants me to sit tight. Is he fucking crazy? Capone wants me to wait. Is he fucking crazy too? I’m not sitting here with my thumb up my ass. I’m going to get my woman out, even if I have to break her out of jail.
Riding my bike through the city, I wonder how long it will take before Capone realizes I left. I can’t just sit back and let my Tiger rot in a jail cell for standing up for me. Something weird is going on with that Lynn chick and hopefully Red or Bones can get to the bottom of it quickly.
I pull into the precinct, expecting Capone or one of my brothers to anticipate my next move and waiting for me, but they’re not. I turn off my bike and set the kickstand down. Climbing off my bike, I stow any weapons I have and lock up the saddle bags. I don’t need any unnecessary charges against me. I leave my cut on and head for the double glass doors. I’ve never been inside here willingly before so this is something new.
I step inside and the fluorescent lights against the white tile flooring hurt my eyes and I have to blink a couple of times to adjust. The scent of bleach and floor cleaner assaults my nose and I hold back a sneeze.
In front of me are steps that lead up to a big oak desk full of paperwork, a computer, a phone and various shit you’d find in a police station. A grumpy-looking man with a wrinkled uniform and salt and pepper hair stands behind the desk watching me as I take in my surroundings and walk his way.
“Can I help you?” he asks, eyeing me wearily.
“I hope so. My Ol’ Lady was brought in earlier and I want to know how I can get her out,” I answer, leaving the edge out of my voice with how uncomfortable I am.
He raises a bushy eyebrow, “Name?”
“Kensi Donovan,” I answer, looking around. Police officers are coming and going and a few keep watching me like they’re waiting for me to do something. Jesus, judgmental or what? One officer in particular is standing down the hallway, watching me. He looks familiar but I can’t place where I know him from.
“I’m not seeing a Kensi Donovan in the system. Are you sure they brought her here?” The officer asks.
“Positive. The alleged incident happened over on West and Turner.”
“Let me check another database, hold on a sec.” He types a few keys before grunting. “Found her, she is being processed for aggravated assault on a civilian.”
“Alleged assault,” I say pointedly.
“Once she is processed, then she will go in front of a judge on Monday and get her bail set. Sorry, but there is nothing that can be done until the court opens Monday morning. And since it’s a Holiday weekend, you won’t be able to get ahold of anyone until then anyway.”
The one officer watching me with his hand resting on his holster the whole time smirks. His grip shifts to pull his gun out when I stare back at him. “Can I fucking help you?” I ask, sick of his judgmental shit.
“Yeah, you can turn around and walk out before you find yourself in trouble.” He responds.
I snort, “In trouble for what? I didn’t do shit.”
“That’s what you think. Do you think it’s ok to cheat on your woman with another? Then let your woman beat the shit out of the woman you cheated on her with without doing anything to stop her?” Aggravation is rolling off him in waves.
“What the fuck are you ragging about?” My temper is on a short fuse and this motherfucker just lit it up.
“I heard all about it from the victim. In my opinion, you should be locked up behind bars instead of that innocent woman.” He steps closer, his face a deep shade of red and I spot the Sheriff’s badge pinned to his chest.
That’s why he looks familiar. He was the Sheriff who took the psychopath’s statement. “Is that what she’s telling everyone? I cheated on my fiancée with that skank?” I bark out a laugh and turn my back on the Sheriff, directing my attention back to the guy behind the desk. “Can I at least see her? We’re supposed to be getting married tomorrow.” I plead.
“I’m sorry, but no visitors this late at night. You’ll have to come back tomorrow.” The officer behind the desk flicks his gaze at the Sheriff coming up behind me.
“Touch me and I will rip out your arms and beat you with them.” I threaten. I listen while still watching the desk officer and the short-tempered one doesn’t disappoint. I turn to face him. He stands directly behind me, his chest puffed out like he’s someone special. Well, shit. I guess if I can’t visit with my Tiger, I might as well join her.
Shrugging, I step forward and slam my forehead into short temper’s nose. Blood instantly starts spilling down his face. Might as well go for broke. “How’d you like that motherfucker.” I punch him in the stomach, making him bend over wheezing. “I never touched that skank and as for Kensi doing what she allegedly did, that skank got everything she deserved.” I hit him one more time before I’m being dragged off the asshole by four men. Two on each arm, holding me up. Short Temper Sheriff straightens the best he can before he wipes the blood from his face. He steps up to me and I spit in his face.
“What’s the matter? Can’t take me on, on your own? Have to have others help?” I taunt. “That’s why you’re a weasel dick…” My words trail off as red-hot pain laces my body and locks up my muscles. I shake while every fiber of my being loses control with intense electrical pain that can’t compare to anything I’ve ever felt before.
I’m thrown onto the ground face first and handcuffed before I have all my faculties back. Well, that’s the first for me. Fucking tased in a police station.
“You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say or do can and will be used against you in a court of law.” The Sheriff drones on. I’ve heard it before tons of times so I pass out from the pain while I’m being booked.
Fuck it. If I can’t get Kensi out, I might as well join her.