Mercy (Sin City Outlaws #2)(60)

I wring my fingers together tightly. “Yes, of course.”

“If not, I’d stay in town, deputy.” My heart just fell out of my chest.

He pulls the papers up, tapping them against the table and holds his hand out, shaking mine firmly.

Leaving the interrogation room I smile, act friendly and happy to see everyone, and leave the department. As soon as I get in my Jeep, my tongue becomes too thick, my gag reflex pulsing to the point acid fills my mouth. I grab a fast food bag, and vomit in it. Only this sickness isn’t from the baby, it’s from being dirty. Turning on my code of blue to save my family.

Now I’m the outlaw.





CHAPTER EIGHTEEN


Jillian



CURLED UP HERE IN BED, Jinx hiding under the covers with me, I think about the baby. I think about Zeek going to my mother’s for dinner. I think about…too much.

Warm hands wrap around me, pulling me into a strong, warm chest. The familiar smell of leather and exhaust comforting me.

“How’d it go?” Zeek whispers into my ear.

“I went to the department, took a polygraph. I lied.” I word vomit.

“Won’t they find out you lied if you took a test?”

“Maybe, but if you keep your heart rate normal, and blood pressure down, then you can pass them sometimes. I’m not sure if I pulled it off though, I’ve never lied in my life.” Clawing for the comforter I pull it to my face.

“I’m sorry you had to do that.” His words breathe into my neck, his arms pulling me closer.

Shaking my head I inhale a large breath. “I didn’t have to do it, but I wanted my job back.”

“You could have told them the truth and got your job back, baby.”

I shake my head. “No, my family comes first.” I turn my head, my eyes filled with f*cking hormonal tears. “You’re my family. This baby is my family, and I wouldn’t ever put myself first.” I cup his cheek, the scruff against my palm nice.

Turning his face he kisses my palm. “I f*cking love you, Rookie.”

“I went to my dad’s funeral today.”

He stills, his heart beating so hard in his chest I can feel it.

“My mother was there, I told her about the baby. She wants to have you over for casserole.” I can’t help but laugh.

“Yeah, because the last time went so well, why not.” Sarcasm drips from his voice.

I turn toward him, giggling.

“She’s really excited about the baby.” Zeek places his large palm on my stomach.

“With death, comes life.”

“Do you think this will get any easier? Us, I mean? You being a bad guy and me being the cop?”

He sighs into the crook of my neck.

“It won’t. But it’ll be worth it.”

“I love you, Zeek.” I bury my head into his chest.

His hand slips into my hair, his lips kissing my forehead.

“I love you so f*cking much, Rookie.”





EPILOGUE


Jillian



SITTING AT MY DESK I aim for the basket, and toss the lid. Shit, I missed it again.

The months since everything went down pass by swiftly.

They found the rifle that was used in my father’s murder in Cross’s closet, with his fingerprints all over it. I was cleared and allowed to come back to work, but because I’m pregnant, I was put on desk duty.

It sucks.

I’m always bored.

I thought they’d do a full investigation on Frank’s death, but they didn’t. I guess everyone was just relieved he was gone. The news deemed it was a suicide. I think Zeek and his pull around here had something to do with that conclusion. He denies it though.

Frank’s remains were cremated, and Zeek scattered the ashes on his father’s grave. Said they both could dwell in Hell together, that with both of them being underground, Earth wouldn’t be so maniacal. I think Zeek forgets that Cross is still missing though. Nobody can find him, it’s scary and I won’t give up until he’s found.

“Deputy Oaks, can you book her?” I startle and push myself from my desk, my huge stomach getting caught and slowing me down. Having twins, you get bigger than if you were only having one. At least that’s what the books say. Thanks, Deluca family, that twin gene came from his side of the family.

Finally getting out of my seat I see Dolly. She’s wearing skanky clothes, and she’s handcuffed.

“I said I didn’t do nothing!”

“What’s the charges?” I ask Chewie, looking over the paperwork in his hand. Chewie was my partner for a while before everything happened. He’s a dope head, but I think he’s loyal which is all that matters to me.

“I pulled her over for speeding, and she f*cking hit me with her helmet and tried to run.” He points at the side of his head, it’s bruised.

“Damn.”

“Yeah, don’t be nice to her. Make her wait for booking or something. You know what…just make her life hell.” He seems frustrated, his forehead wrinkled with anger. I can’t help but laugh.

“You got it.” Making her life hell, I can do. I am going to put her in the cell with the drunk who shit himself. I would try to be professional, but when it comes to four-star cunts, I can’t oblige by the rules.