Forever Together (Forever Love #2) (26 page)

"Fuck you, asshole and sit the hell down. Why are you pacing around anyway?"

"Cops make me nervous."

"Noah’s a cop." Where did I find this guy?

"Oh shit yeah. Whatcha think he's talking to them about?" Tucker nods to Noah standing at the front desk. He looks like he’s in a pretty heated conversation with two other cops.

"Probably about laws and commandments and shit."

"How can they work in here all day man? It’s depressing as hell." Tucker says, looking round the small entrance space.

Too damn right it’s depressing. The wall
’
s just brick painted a plain beige. The floor's a pale blue linoleum and covered in muddy footprints. It’s a one storey building and smaller than most of the homes round here. There are three blue doors that lead fuck knows where. I know one leads to the cells out back. From being in the cells when I was fourteen and got caught spraying a dick on the side of the grocery store, I know there’s only two cells
back there
in the bac
k
. Five hours I spent in them cells and not once did I get any fucking praise for my art and let me tell you now, that was the most artistic dick any of these fuckers had ever seen.

Noah comes waltzing on over with a face like thunder. Probably because he knows this was all Blondie's doing. I'm gonna give that girl a piece of my mind, getting my Cinders into trouble like that.

"So what they do?" Tucker rushes out. He's bouncing in his seat like a five-year-old as if this is the most exciting thing to ever happen to him. Who am I kidding? This is Franklin, this is the most exciting thing to happen since old Mrs. Wellard slipped in the grocery store and tried to sue their asses.

Noah sinks down on one the plastic seats like the whole damn world is on his shoulders. It probably doesn’t look good when an officer’s fiancé gets arrested at her bachelorette party. I’ve told him a million times he needs to get that girl to toe the line but no apparently I don’t know what the fuck I’m talking about.

"They’re being released. I talked to the Chief, he seems to think it was misunderstanding and since Hansen got his ass handed to him by a bunch of drunk girls he's not really pushing the matter."

"Wait what?"

"They were brought in for public intoxication which was total bullshit since they were in Trina’s car and resisting arrest. They almost got fucking charged with assaulting a police officer."

"What they do?" I ask, imagining Trina and Liv beating on some poor
un
suspecting officer of the law.

"Apparently one of the girls insulted Dylan over there. They tried to get out of a ticket or some shit, I don’t know. Anyway he asked her to step out of the car so one of ‘em started hitting him with a purse and then he had to call for backup. I am so back on fucking traffic duty cause of this shit."

"Who's the troublemaker then?"

"I don’t know. Anyway they’re letting them out. No paperwork was drawn up yet thank fuck. I think they’re happy to get shot of them. Apparently they were singing ‘Locked up’ by Akon for half hour after they were brought in. The chief had to get earplugs out."

"Um Travers?" One of the guys at the desk calls over and we all stand up. He looks mighty nervous. "You wanna go let them out?"

"Boy don’t tell me you're afraid of a bunch of girls." An old man says, popping
up
out of nowhere. I’m guessing this is the Chief.

"Listen Chief, those purses were heavy."

"They're women. What I'd like to know is where the one pulled the Harmonica from."

"Harmonica?" I frown, wondering what the fuck they’re talking about.

"Yeah I got one of ‘em sitting by the window playing a damn harmonica. Girls been watching too many movies."

"What song they playing?" Tuck the jackass asks.

"Shut up Tucker." I shake my head. "Who's the troublemaker then?" If it’s blondie, I'll make sure Noah never lives it down.

"Dark haired one." The pussy ass guy explains. "She's got a mouth on her."

"Trina." Noah and I nod. I knew it!

"I don’t think that was her name. That’s the one playing the Harmonica I think."

"Cindy?" They gotta be wrong. My Cinders wouldn’t do any such thing.

"That’s it." He points at me like I’ve just answered the million-dollar question.

"My Cinders wouldn’t do nothing like that. She’s sweet. She been fucking framed obviously!"

"Brady calm down man." Noah whispers, knocking me in the shoulder.

"You the boyfriend?" The dude that’s about five minutes from getting his ass kicked asks. Officer or not I'll show him not to arrest my dark haired beauty.

"Yeah and what?" I don’t care if Noah the traitorous ass is grumbling beside me. There’s obviously been a fucking mistake.

"Course ya are. Well that explains a lot. I'll go get them now. Um, Chief?"

"I’m coming, I’m coming boy. Seriously God knows what you'd all do If there was a real crime in this town."

"Noah there’s been a fucking mistake." I growl, ready to throw down to clear my woman’s name.

"Brady does it really matter? They’re being let out and the girls have obviously had a lot t
o
he
drink."

"This is the problem with this country. The law's got no goddamn law. Officers running riot, arresting my poor woman. I tell you something asshole, if one hairs been touched on my girls head I’m gonna burn this fucker down." Oh hell yeah I will.

"Will you shut the fuck up
?
.
We are in the police station. I don’t need you fucking threatening to burn it down. You wanna get arrested? Just sit your ass down and wait for the girls. Cindy’s fine."

I give him the finger and huff my way back over to the hard plastic chairs. They could at least put cushions on these things. I’m gonna end up with hemorrhoids after sitting on the
m
se things
.

"I'll show these fuckers
. Touching my Cinders
. Wouldn’t like it if I
went
go
around arresting people." I mumble to myself. I don’t know if asshole Noah can hear me but I hope he can.

"Brady." He sighs. "Why do you have to be so damn dramatic?"

"Me dramatic?" I point to myself. I’m speechless, utterly speechless. I’m a little insulted too. "I’m dramatic? I’m not fucking dramatic. I’m like the least dramatic person the whole wide world. I’m chilled, totally fucking chilled."

"Ok just be quiet they’re coming. I can see them through the glass." Tucker hisses, rubbing his hands together.

I look at the door and sure enough there’s the Chief’s face popping up. It slowly opens and out he comes followed by Liv, then Trina and then finally my Cinders. Saved the best till last obviously. I don’t have eyes for anyone but my dark haired beauty anyway. She's facing the floor like she’s all embarrassed or some shit and shuffling her feet. It’s only when she looks up that a smile split
’
s her face. That’s my girl.

I rush towards her and engulf her in a tight hug. The strawberry smell that always seems to follow her around and drive me crazy is still there, even if it’s mixed with the smell of alcohol. Christ, looks as if my girl got more than a little fucking merry tonight.

"You ok?" I ask, pulling her face away. I gotta check if any of those fuckers have touched her. I meant what I said about burning this shit down. I don’t care if I make channel seven news.

"I’m fine, just feel a little embarrassed." She shrugs.

"Hey it’s not your fault." I whisper in her ear. "I know it was those other two that got you into this."

"No it was all my fault."

"What do you mean, Cinders?"

"She means," Trina interrupts, swinging her head from side to side like Beyoncé. "That sweet little Cindy is a fucking firecracker. Damn, that was the best thing I ever saw.
Of c
C
ourse the first few minutes were a little offish, what with her calling Mr. hardass police officer over there gay but after that she came out like a warrior princess."

"You called him gay?" I smirk.

"Trina..." Cindy warns, stretching out the word.

"Oh hush boo two. I mean you almost did the whole getting out of a parking ticket by flirting and sure it kinda went all downhill from there but who knew you knew some of those words you spouted
?
.
Pure nasty. Of course I couldn’t stand back while he read her rights just because she insulted his ass so me and my handy purse had to come out swinging but still I think this was a pretty successful last night of freedom."

"Successful?" Blondie spit’s, her eyes wide and crazy.

"Sure boo. The who
le
point of a bachelorette party is
one
a
last night of drunken freedom-"

"We got locked up. We were in a cell. I think that’s the opposite of freedom."

"Were we drunk? Yes. Was it memorable? Absolutely. I mean, Cindy here bitch slapping that motherfucker at the club was memorable enough and then we got arrested. That’s some Hangover Part four shit right there. Complete success."

"Wait wait wait," I hold my hands up when her words sink. "Who the fuck did you slap?"

"Um," Cindy bites down on her thick, kissable bottom lip. "Chris."

"Lyons?"

"Uh huh. He was being a real jackass and I don’t know what happened but one-minute I was standing there and the next minute my hand really hurt."

"THAT FUCKER HURT YOUR HAND?!" I roar. I'll kill that bastard. I'll call a fucking hitman and take his ass out.

"Yes I slapped him so my hand hurt afterwards." She rolls her eyes as if I’m being unreasonable. Pffft, me unreasonable?

Me and my boys share a look over the girl’s heads. Yeah, it’s about time someone learnt their lesson once and for all.

***

I’m a sneaky motherfucker and me and
my
boys have got covert operations down to a tee. Yeah no fucker wants to take us on. We probably look like amateur cat burglars in our all black get ups and balaclavas but sometimes a dudes gotta do what a dudes gotta do.

One things for sure, if Tucker steps on one more fucking twig, I’m leaving his ass behind. I didn’t leave my Cinders in bed with Brian curled up at her front and a pillow propping her up at the back to get caught up in the shit
’
storm this is gonna cause.

Yeah I was paranoid about the whole throwing up in her sleep thing so I stuck a bunch of pillows behind her to keep her on her side. There’s no guy that knows the dangers of lying flat on your back with a stomach full of liquor better than I do and Cinders is way too important to me to take any risks.

The sky is just starting to change color as the sun comes up and even though I’ve had zero hours’ sleep, I’m pumped. Yeah this is a long fucking time coming.

Another twig breaks under Tuckers big foot.

"Will you fucking keep it down jackass?" I hiss, tempted to kick his leg from under him.

"Brady shut up." Noah whispers from in front of Tucker.

"It’s his fucking fault
.
H
h
ave you heard how loud those big ass feet of his are?"

"Yeah well your voice is a lot louder."

"I’m whispering you fucking idiot. How is that loud?"

A sound comes from inside the dark house and we hit the ground. I got one of those smelly feet of Tuckers too damn close to my face for comfort and I’m holding my breath.

Looking around me I figure we're almost at the back of the house. My eyes have been glued to Tuckers back or the last ten minutes of creeping. From being in the house before I reckon we're just under the kitchen window. Someone’s up though.

There’s a few more clangs from behind the wall next to us and the sound of a latch lifting. I almost piss my pants when the window opens. Fuck!

Tuck looks over his shoulder towards me with wide eyes and I shrug. I don’t know what the fuck is going on. I can hear someone humming and talking to themselves.

"Let’s go back to bed Callie, you have your bottle now." A baby laughs in reply. Oh hell no! “Just let Mommy get some air cause that diaper was really stinky. Oh yes it was.”

The window shuts and straight away Noah’s riding my ass.

"What the fuck Brady? We're at the wrong fucking house." How the hell is this my fault?

"No this is where he fucking lives."

"Well I’m pretty sure that th
e
at
douchebag doesn’t have a fucking baby."

"Hey," Tuck interrupts, probably to start blaming me for shit too. "Didn’t he move Freshman year of college? I thought his parents got in that shitty divorce and had to sell the house."