Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 117752 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 589(@200wpm)___ 471(@250wpm)___ 393(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117752 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 589(@200wpm)___ 471(@250wpm)___ 393(@300wpm)
“How did Fat Louise get out so fast and Crazy Bitch didn’t?”
“Her charges were misdemeanors, and there were no aggravating circumstances. Crazy Bitch has a past history of offenses, though she wasn’t convicted of any of them, thanks to me. She’s why I moved to Treepoint. I was tired of getting her out of jail. At least she’s stayed out of trouble since her mother’s death. I was actually expecting worse when Sex Piston called to tell me she had been arrested. It could be worse.”
“How could it be worse? She’s been charged with drug possession, resisting arrest, destroying police property, and striking a police officer.” Calder rubbed his neck harder, the tension making the crick in his neck worse.
“The car wasn’t hers. It was rented in your name.” Diamond glanced up at him, tapping her pen on the rental agreement where his name was signed on the bottom.
He paled. “I didn’t even step foot in that car. I don’t want this pinned on me for something I didn’t do.”
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll defend you and blame it on her if it goes to court. You have to love the judicial system. When it comes down to it, it can’t be proven who was responsible for those drugs being in that car. By the time one of you are convicted, you’ll be so old the state won’t want to pay for your medical bills.”
“What about the rest of the charges?”
“Those she’s guilty of. She’s looking at jail time or probation, and she’ll have to make restitution for the property she destroyed. It’s going to be a pretty penny. She ripped the upholstery in the back seat, one of the side windows is damaged, and they have to replace the barrier between the front and back seat. The charge that has me the most worried is striking an officer. The deputy said she hit him in the back of his head when he was driving. She could do serious time for that. Are you sure you know what you’re getting into with her?”
“I love her.” He felt a muscle spasm at the back of his neck at his admission.
The door of the courtroom opened, and Killyama motioned for them.
Diamond placed a folder back in her briefcase before standing. “I hope you don’t want children. If she gets convicted, you can kiss the likelihood of that happening good-bye. You should take some aspirin for your neck. It looks like it hurts.”
“You have no idea,” he stated, unable to move his neck to look at her. “I don’t take aspirins. It’ll work its way out in a couple of days.”
“You should go to a chiropractor. It’ll be less painful than waiting. This shouldn’t take long. It’s just a parole hearing.”
“How are we supposed to pay if it’s a large amount? The club doesn’t have much money, and Kentucky doesn’t allow bail bond companies to post bail. It has to be cash… and none of us have a lot.”
“I’ll take care of it. Don’t worry.”
“You have that kind of money?” he asked.
“Enough to pay, unless it’s for a ridiculous amount. Don’t worry.” Diamond went through the door first, coming to an abrupt stop. Turning back, she gripped the door tightly. “You should wait out here. I’ll come outside after I get her released.”
He lifted his brow. “Why? I want to go inside.”
“I have money, but I’m not rich. I don’t have enough to get you both out of jail. Do me a favor and go sit down and wait.”
He wanted to rip the door out of her hand, but he didn’t want to make her angry by doing it. He had promised to be at Crazy Bitch’s back whenever she needed him. He had failed last night by not being there to keep her from getting arrested. He wouldn’t fail her now.
“I’m going into that courtroom. I won’t make a sound, whatever happens. I swear.”
“I’m going to hold you to your words.”
Diamond released the door, and Calder followed her inside, immediately regretting making the promise.
Finding a seat next to Sex Piston and Stud, he saw they were tightly holding hands. They were just as upset as he was at Crazy Bitch’s appearance.
Diamond took her seat at the table in front of the judge where Crazy Bitch was standing, her hands and feet shackled, and her hair that was always styled and teased upward was a holy mess, sticking out in different angles. When she had turned to watch them enter the courtroom, he had seen how the left side of her face was bruised and she had a gash on her forehead. Seeing her in the orange jumpsuit broke his heart, imagining how they had gotten her out of her clothes.
The judge looked over his glasses at Diamond as the bailiff read the charges off. The judge’s face grew glacial.