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Farrah pauses. “I never used to be, but lately he is obsessed. I thought he cared about me, but I think he only cares about getting her back.”
“One last question, Farrah. There was a report made to CPS. You made some statements that were questionable. Can you tell me about them?”
I go to tell her she doesn’t have to, but she speaks before I can.
“I lied. Dad said he would send me to an all-inclusive resort for my graduation and get me the car I always wanted. I was angry with my mom, so I agreed.” She looks over at me, tears in her eyes. “By the time the CPS thing came up, I was in too deep. He was threatening to tell you everything and I didn’t want you to hate me. I regretted everything I did. I’m so sorry, Mom.”
I open my arms, letting her fall into them.
“Shh, it’s not your fault. You should not have been involved in adult things. This isn’t on you. This is on your father.”
The detective closes his file, looking at me with concern.
“Ma’am, I do not believe Loyal will be charged. A neighbor also gave a statement that he was not the instigator. I am going to advise you to get a restraining order on your ex-husband. If this is what he has done up until this point, I worry he may be spiraling. We can only offer so much protection. It might be just a paper, but it’s one that will get him arrested without question should he show up to your home again.”
I nod. “Thank you. Can we go now?”
“Absolutely. Let me walk you out.”
I look around as we walk through the halls, hoping to see Loyal, but by the time we reach the lobby, it is no use. He is nowhere to be seen.
Waiting for us outside is a welcome sight, though.
“Hey. You guys came,” I say, greeting Bailey and Savage.
Bailey hugs me, then Farrah.
“Of course we did. You called, we come. It’s what we do,” she says.
“You two should go home though. Loyal wouldn’t want you spending time here. We will get him out and bring him straight to you.”
I frown but look over at Farrah. She looks exhausted.
“You’re right. Will you tell him we wanted to wait?” I ask.
He nods. “I’ll tell him I had to force you away.”
“The detective I spoke with said the charges would be dropped,” I tell him.
“As they should be. He was defending you two and himself. No judge in the state of Texas would accept those charges. Hell, the DA would likely laugh in their face if they tried,” Savage snorts.
“Billy…” I trail off.
“We will find out, and I will let you know. We will keep you safe. I promise,” Savage says.
“It’s what we do for family,” Bailey adds.
“Thank you both. We appreciate you.” Squeezing Farrah to me, I mutter, “Let’s go home.”
I’ve been in here for hours, but I don’t mind. Not when the reason is so sweet.
I finally got to deck that piece of shit. I only wish I had used my full strength. He would’ve gone down like a sack of potatoes. As is, I had to hold back. I needed to get the charges dropped quickly.
I can’t have him bailing out while I’m still inside.
Noise draws my attention to the door of the cell. I damn near laugh when I see Billy being lead into the cell next to me. His right eye is swollen shut while his nose looks like it might have been broken. They have it all bandaged up.
“Fucking dirty-ass biker. Don’t put me next to him. I’ll kill him,” he tells the cop.
