Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 78760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
-Tally’s secret thoughts
Tally
“She’s lying,” I snapped, my eyes hot, as I stared at Big Papa with anger written all over my features.
My back was stiff, and my hands were clenched at my sides.
Imogen was on one side, and Ghost was on the other, as we watched Tommy willingly walk away with his hands cuffed in front of him.
The other officers who had come to ‘assist’ as Aaron had just said, were watching them with matching frowns.
“They’re pissed that Big Papa didn’t cuff him like a criminal,” Aaron murmured. “And I know she’s lying. He was with you the day that the alleged ‘rape’ happened.”
“Did they say who the victim was?” Ghost broke in, lifting his arm up a little higher to find a more comfortable position with Tallulah in his arms.
I offered to take her from him more than once, but he’d shook me off. Three times.
“Some girl at the school was all I heard,” Aaron, aka ‘the New Guy’, grumbled.
He was looking down at his phone, brows furrowed, as he read a message from one of the other cops.
“Markeep is the one who took the victim’s statement.”
The whole group at my back groaned.
“That’s fucking unlucky,” Ghost grumbled.
“What’s unlucky?” I whispered fearfully. “Is this ‘Markeep’ a bad cop?”
Ghost’s dark eyes came to mine.
“She’s not a bad cop, but I wouldn’t say she’s one who I would count on to be on my side, either,” he said bluntly. “She’s a serious bitch, and has some bone to pick with Mooresville PD. Every time we have to collaborate on something, it ends up going to hell in a handbasket.”
Wonderful.
“And she won’t tell you who the girl is?” I asked nervously.
But there was something niggling at the back of my brain. Something was shouting at me to figure it out already, but I couldn’t quite grasp the threads.
I would, though. Hopefully not too late, however.
My phone rang in the pocket of my bag, and I ignored it for the fourth time.
“You should probably answer that,” one of the men suggested.
I’d also noticed that he hadn’t answered my question.
I looked up to see Sean staring at my purse, and then me, in worry.
“Why?” I asked numbly.
“It’s not making anything better by ignoring the outside world. Just deal with your shit, and eventually we’ll figure it out.”
I swallowed thickly, and pulled my phone out of my purse, stopping only when I saw who it was that was calling.
“It’s my friend. She’ll hold,” I murmured.
I didn’t have the time nor the patience to deal with Hadley’s shit at the moment. I knew that she was likely just trying to get attention.
That, or wanted to be picked up from some party, which I wasn’t able to do right now and wasn’t something I was willing to listen to her bitch to me about again.
I still hadn’t figured out why she didn’t have a driver’s license. I mean, she had a damn car!
“Let’s get you home.” Aaron took my elbow. “You want me to take you to your house, or Tommy’s house?”
I bit my lip.
Although everything inside of me screamed to go to Tommy’s house, to be surrounded by everything that was him, I knew that I should go to mine. That was where all of Tallulah’s stuff was, as well as all my stuff. Not to mention that Tommy would know exactly where to go when he got out.
“Mine,” I murmured.
Aaron gave one nod, and offered one elbow to me, and one elbow to Imogen.
“Ladies.”
I took Aaron’s hand and walked stiffly as he led us to my car.
Ghost followed at my heels, walking Tallulah to her side of the car and strapping her all the way in without a word.
“You’re good with her,” I observed over the hood of my 4-Runner.
Ghost’s eyes caught mine.
“Thanks.”
With that he left, leaving my heart hurting for him as I watched him leave.
As I drove home, I thought about Tommy.
Thought about how his life would change now that he’d had this bullshit accusation thrown at him.
And I knew I had to do something. Anything.
I would not let some piece-of-shit liar ruin my man’s career, even if I had to ruin mine in the process of saving his.
Now, to figure out who this piece of shit liar was.
***
Tommy
I walked out of the police station, my head held high, and went straight to my bike that my brothers had made sure was there.
“Mr. Tomirkanivov, would you like to make a statement to KETP about the rape of a Mooresville College student?”
I turned my glare to the woman who’d asked that asinine question, and growled. “No comment.”
People continued to yell and scream at me, but I got on my bike, shoved on my helmet, and started the bike up with an angry roar.
I was still just as angry now as I’d been twenty-eight hours ago when the accusation had first been hurled at me.