Page 94 of Reckless Vengeance

“Respectfully—”

“I said shut it, Skeet,” she growled, his eyebrows shooting up as she gave him her back and glared at the cop. “You uncuff her right now. You think arresting a scared woman who was being chased is the right thing to do here? She didn’t hurt anyone. We’ll come down to the station to discuss this, but take those fucking handcuffs off her.”

The cop hesitated before seeming to do as she said, the cuffs coming free.

“Skeeter, take her inside,” Josie said firmly, staying with the cop as Skeeter put an arm around me to lead me towards the house.

“What about Ty?” I asked as I watched Tyler being put in the back of a car, still in handcuffs.

“She’ll get the lawyer involved and get him back tonight. He assaulted someone on camera, so they won’t just let him go,” Skeeter replied as Diesel jogged over, my eyes landing on Slash’s Mustang and almost making me trip over my own feet.

“Sorry for the lack of warning. I was taking it around the block to avoid it sitting still for too long when Skeet called me,” Diesel murmured, shielding me from flashing cameras as we headed into the house, where Caden and the guys were waiting.

“How much has he had to drink?” Caden asked instantly, my brain catching up on the conversation. I was still stuck on the fact that Slash’s car was in the yard and a stupid part of me was expecting him to climb out of it.

“Not enough to be drunk. We had a couple of glasses of whiskey with dinner, and we had dessert and a wander in the garden too,” I replied, relief taking over his face.

“Good. He shouldn’t get a DUI for driving earlier, or any drunken disorderly charges. You feel okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. What the fuck was all of that?”

“Welcome to the life of the rich and famous,” Lukas muttered, kneeling in front of me and lifting the dress enough to check my legs. “They didn’t hurt you?”

“No. We need to get Ty out,” I answered, and Caden winced.

“He’s been hauled in a few times for driving drunk or high, and there have been a few assault cases before. The fact there’s live footage of him punching the paps though? They’ll have to charge him. Can’t sweep something that public under the rug unless they cut a deal with the person he hit,” he explained, my chest aching.

“He was protecting me. Can’t they see that?”

“Those parasites never get in trouble for breaching privacy, but we do when we react. They don’t usually bother us, but we’re a different type of famous. We’re just rich and people are nosy, but Ty’s family are celebrities who just dropped a scandal. They won’t give a shit about his feelings or privacy. They’d be pushing him to react because if he beats one of them half to death and they get photos of him crashing out, they’d make bank off it.”

“Fucking vermin,” Skeeter muttered, raking a hand through his hair.

“Were you really going to beat up the cop for arresting me?” I asked dryly, his eyes narrowing.

“Absolutely. If they’re that desperate to do some paperwork, I’ll make a pile for them.”

“You’re not rich enough to bail yourself out, idiot.”

“I might not be, but my ball rubbing bestie is,” he deadpanned, motioning to Caden as Josie and some of her security appeared. “You’d bail me out. Right, Holloway?”

“I might leave you there,” Caden joked, but Josie scoffed.

“Of course we’d get you out for protecting Rory, honey,” Josie said seriously, patting his arm. “Can you guys all stay here while I take Rory to the station? They want to talk. We’ll be back soon with Tyler.”

“I’d rather⁠—”

“Skeeter,” she huffed, putting her hands on her hips. “I know you’re not used to following anyone’s rules, but I need you to listen to me about this. My lawyer will have them both sorted within minutes, and you being there will likely just get you in trouble and add to my lawyer bill. I have a security team that will escort us, so you stay here and keep the house safe.”

I expected him to argue, but he nodded, despite looking annoyed.

“Fine, but if you’re not back in an hour, I’m coming.”

“You’ll stay put,” she warned. “Rory, let’s go.”

I gave Skeeter a quick kiss and mumbled for him to behave before giving the other three a kiss too and patting Diesel’s arm on the way past.

I followed Josie out to the garage through the internal access to avoid the cameras, climbing into a blacked-out SUV. Security joined us in the back as one drove, another car following as we made our way onto the road.