nothing, no way out, no one to talk to, to tell them how much they are loved. Who the hell does that kind of shit?
Thank God that Caleb Hollis was so full of guilt and shame for his part in this warped plan that he spilled his guts, because Tina still won’t say a damn thing. Fucking bitch. She has demanded a trial and is now turning all the blame onto Trent. She has her head shoved so far up her own ass she doesn’t even realize she has dug her own grave.
I pray like fuck her lawyer is smart enough to tell her to plead guilty tomorrow and save Clove and the rest of us from having to go through a court battle. I’m not sure if my wife could survive that. If I could survive sitting there and listening to any of it. The fucking irony of her being arraigned on our anniversary has me stifling a laugh. The next best gift besides these two would be for that piece of trash to be shipped off to the most gruesome federal prison in this country.
My phone buzzes with a text and for some reason I know it’s Zack. I reach over to the nightstand where I sat it earlier and glance at the screen, maneuvering myself just a fraction so I don’t wake the two sleeping beauties I have surrounding me.
I swipe the screen to read his text.
Trent just got assigned a lawyer. Bastard is in with him now, they just told me.
A second text comes through right below the first one.
They’re making special arrangements for his arraignment since he’s still in the hospital.
“Is that Zack?” Clove’s sleepy voice startles me causing me to flinch, which then causes the baby to stir, opening her cute little eyes and scoping out the scenery around her.
“Yeah. Sorry to wake you.”
“It’s fine. What did he say?”
I really don’t want to bring this up. My first instinct is to make up some story in order to protect Clove’s feelings and not speak my brother’s name between us, especially after our special night, but I want to be open and honest with my wife.
“Zack just got news about Trent. He and Tina are being arraigned tomorrow.”
“What?” she nearly shouts. “Trent? I…I thought he was dead!”
“He would have been, if Zack and Martinez hadn’t gotten the information on where you were that day. The FBI team raided the place shortly after Tina got you and Journey out of there, and they found him. For all I care, Trent can die after he gives us all the evidence we need to put Tina away for life, but until then, no. He is very much alive.”
Clove sits up in bed, still with a stunned expression on her face.
“Oh, my God. I can’t believe it. I just can’t believe this. I saw her... I saw her shoot him! All that blood...” she trails off, covering her face with her hands and hanging her head. Even though I hate seeing her cry, I let her get it out.
“What’s going to happen to him?” Clove finally asks as her tears slow, then stop.
“The man has nothing to lose anymore by lying, but he had better cooperate and tell the truth if he knows what’s good for him,” I say. “He really has no choice in the matter. He is just as guilty as your mother is and they are both going away for a very long time.”
Death and prison are both too good for that motherfucker. Blood or not, I really couldn’t care less if Trent dies after this. He will never be anything to me except the man who tried to destroy my family. Sick fucking bastard. If there’s anything I know for damn sure, it’s that his feelings for my wife haven’t just disappeared overnight. He claims he’s in love with her; he told me so himself as he had me tied up, beating the shit out of me. But he’s not in love. He’s fucking obsessed.
“Hey, where did you go just now?” Clove asks, bringing me out of my thoughts of hatred. “Didn’t you hear what I said?”
“I’m sorry, what did you say?”
Her hand comes up to lightly stroke my cheek.
“Happy anniversary,” she says softly, those eyes of hers that were shedding tears just moments ago now shining brighter than the stars I have watched so many nights in the dark sky.
“Happy anniversary to you, too, my love.”
I watch in silence as Clove breastfeeds Journey. This