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Nate is leaning towards her face, his eyes full of love for Jamie but his face filled with concern for our sister. He tries to soften his movements and his words but he’s struggling because he’s scared. He fucked up and he’s worried about what Bianco’s going to do for his slip up, not that he would ever admit it.
“This is very important, ‘Me, we need to know,” he insists.
My brain finally clicks. “She doesn’t know what he looks like, asshole. Get off her,” I push him away, ready to beat him up all over again. Adrenaline is controlling my mind and my body, so is panic.
“I think he was here,” Jamie whispers to me like she doesn’t really believe it herself.
As fucked up as it is, it means something to me that she says it to me. That she talks to me and not him.
“Are you sure?” I double-check, putting a hand on her cheek to selfishly keep her attention on me and block her view of Nate.
She nods. “With two other men, like…like guards or something. He gave a wad of cash to officer Miller and Rose left with him.” She scratches her throat before saying something we both already know. “I think she was scared.”
She was scared. He’s her worst nightmare. He’s everyone’s worst nightmare. We’ve spent the last three years trying to stay off his radar and all it took was a stupid fucking fight with Nate.
Rose probably hates me right now. All the times we ended up at this police station before, knowing we took a risk of needing him to bail us out. We promised each other we would never do something bad enough to have anyone on his payroll call him on us. I broke that promise. Gun possession. After Jamie warned me I was putting us in danger by carrying. Maybe I should have just listened to her.
I should have just walked away. I should have just grabbed Jamie’s hand and walked the fuck away. But I had to prove to him I was better, that she chose me. For someone addicted to control, the situation is well fucked and truly out of my hands.
Nate is already on his way to the officer at the counter.
“You called him?” I hear him say calmly.
I can imagine the look on the guy’s face is probably giving Nate even more confidence. That officer knows the calmer Nate is, the more you should fear for your life. The hold he has on his anger puts my control to shame. It makes me truly jealous to know he has the kind of control over himself I’ll never have. When he explodes though…apocalypse.
“Mr. White, I had to get you out.”
I can’t help but snort at hearing him call my brother Mr. White. What a fucking joke.
“Where’s Chris?” I ask Jamie.
“Last time I checked he was at the ER with Luke.”
I walk to Nate and settle next to him. “What the fuck are you doing talking to this guy? Ozy is with Bianco, and it’s your fault,” I seethe.
“My fault,” he laughs sarcastically. “I’m not the one who stole my brother’s girl. I was bound to split your head open with my fists at some point.” His voice is low when he finishes his sentence, rage boiling low in his chest.
“I’m not the one who used his girl to spy on his siblings,” I retort, feeling Jamie shift behind me.
Two officers notice our argument renewing.
“All of you, get out of here before the situation gets worse for you,” one of them yells. Jamie takes hold of my hand, squeezing tight enough to let me know she’s scared.
She wants to leave. Just like she wanted to leave Cal’s house. I didn’t listen then, and this is where it got me. I need to listen now. I should know by now that following Jamie’s instinct only brings me good, so I head toward the door with her.
I look back at Nate again, he’s standing still in front of the reception. “You,” he points at the officer Jamie called Miller, “you’re coming with me.”
From here and without my glasses, they’re both blurry shapes but I can imagine the look on my brother’s face clearly. Jamie must see me squint my eyes and she quickly hands me the glasses I had put in her bag. It warms my heart to be with someone thoughtful and observant like her. Fuck, it’s nice to see properly again.
“Thanks,” I whisper to her as Miller walks around the counter to join my brother.
You’d think a police officer wouldn’t listen to a twenty-one-year-old who just got released from custody. I guess that would be true if that cop had an ounce of courage in his body and he wasn’t facing the new gang boss in town that has him by the balls.
“Let’s go,” I say, squeezing Jamie’s hand.
I grab her golden purse and start walking, opening the door out of the station for her.
It’s only once outside that I realize I don’t have a ride or a working phone.
