the asshole who’d all but cornered me with his two bodyguards.
“They wouldn’t let me go,” I said simply.
Adam made a sound in the back of his throat and I felt my nipples tighten.
“So she goes for the help?” Rogan muttered, his voice thick with the sound of blood filling his nose. “And not me?”
I shot him a disgusted look.
“We’re pressing charges,” Rogan mumbled, his hand covering his bloody nose. “I want her fired. And taken into custody.”
Lynn, who’d appeared at some point during the fight and didn’t look impressed at all, looked over at me. “Go.”
“I have proof, and over thirty witnesses to her attack on me,” Rogan continued as if I was fighting the charges that he was leveling at me. “She seriously could’ve hurt my bodyguard. Might have!”
I looked over at the bodyguard who was holding his head and glaring at me.
I wiggled my fingers at him, making sure to show him what I didn’t think of him with one look, and smiled.
He narrowed his eyes but didn’t make any moves toward me, and I had a feeling that had a lot to do with the scary man at my back.
Fifteen minutes later, once order was established, about fifteen witnesses said that I was the instigator in the fight, I found myself walking out of my place of work in handcuffs.
Handcuffs that Adam hadn’t put on me, but another rookie officer.
Upon breaching the exit of the club, I instantly spotted Adam in the crowd. He was talking to someone that looked official. The moment he saw me, though, he broke off and came my way.
“I got her, Simmy,” Adam said.
The rookie officer that looked no older than twenty-one nodded his head and went back into the building to get another arrestee, leaving me with Adam.
“I had no other choice.”
I know that he didn’t.
I mean, I was the one to punch the man in the face in front of all of those people.
I knew what I was doing when I did that.
“I’m not saying that you did.” I shrugged. “I don’t mind.”
He didn’t know what to say to that, so he chose silence as he led me to his cruiser.
The moment we got close, I spoke up, trying to hide the way his closeness was making me feel.
“Can you, maybe, put me up front with you? I swear that I won’t try to like, steal your car or anything,” I promised, hoping that he would give me that.
The idea of getting in the back of his police cruiser with all that nastiness on his seats from the other people he arrested was really quite debilitating for me.
I mean, seriously, when I washed my hands in the bathroom, I used a paper towel to open the door. I wiped down my buggy with about eight disinfectant wipes, and I carried a travel-sized bottle of hand sanitizer with me everywhere I went just to make sure that I could wash my hands after I touched something that other people touched.
His back seat was likely filled to the brim with germs.
“That’s fine,” he rumbled, sounding amused. “But they make us clean it out once a night. And nobody has been in there tonight. It’s clean.”
“How do I know?” I asked. “When you say ‘clean it out’ what do you mean? Like, you vacuum it out? Or what?”
“Vacuum if we need to. Disinfect the seats. Shit like that,” he answered as he opened the passenger side door of his cruiser for me.
I looked at the long jump up into the SUV, then at him, then at me with my arms loosely handcuffed behind my back.
He uncuffed me, but before I could help myself into the seat, he had his hands on me and was putting me there before I could say another word.
Then he had my hands cuffed again, this time in front of me instead of behind.
I licked my lips at the way he made me feel.
God, my breasts were tight, my nipples were hard, and my clit was tingling in anticipation.
Sadly, the trip to the station wasn’t filled with banter. It was filled with Adam talking on the phone to his superior about what happened, training tomorrow, and something else about a team-building exercise that they had next week.
When we arrived at the station, it was to find the entire place in chaos.
There were pissed off men everywhere that looked as if they’d been beaten to hell and back—the ones from the club—and the women that’d done the beating not far