The Fear That Divides Us (The Devil's Dust #3)(63)

Bobby curses under his breath and turns me, his hands sliding over my shoulders to the clasp on the back of the collar. It makes a loud noise as he unbuckles it, the clicking noise resembling a locking mechanism on a cage. Goosebumps rise all over my body as a heavy breath leaves my mouth. I turn around, my eyes glazed with emotion, finding Bobby eyeing the collar with anger.

“I’ll make sure nothing ever hurts you again, Jessica,” Bobby promises, pulling his arm back as far as he can and throwing the collar deep into the distance; it quickly merges into the darkness of the night.

Sirens suddenly catch my attention at the top of the hill, along with tires screeching to a halt.

“Oh, shit, what do we do?” I ask nervously, eyeing Bobby in fear.

“Freeze!” A cop screams, pointing a gun in our direction.





14


Bobby





“Shit,” I whisper.

The scrawny cop tripping down the hill I recognize as Skeeter. He’s as dirty as they come. He used to be paid for his scum ways by the club, but he got greedy wanting more under the table than he deserved. When he didn’t comply, he tried to blackmail us. So we flipped it around on him, making him look like a f*cking fool to the police force. He has been out for us ever since.

“Jessica, this is all me,” I mumble, causing her to turn and eye me with confusion. “Don’t tell that cop a f*cking thing except Grant kidnapped you. When I found you, he attacked me, and I reacted. That’s it,” I inform her.

If the hospital gets record of her killing someone whether it is self-defense or not, her career will be over. I watch her body tremble with fear, her dress and body covered in blood. Blood. Shit, I don’t have near enough on me to convince anyone I did this. I look up the large hill and see Skeeter and another cop trailing down it slowly, focusing on their steps rather than me.

I lean down and grab the crowbar, and slam it into Grant’s lifeless body, causing blood to splatter all over my hands and clothes.

“Get on the ground, Bobby!” Skeeter yells, just feet away from me now. I run my hand up and down the crowbar quickly, trying to erase any prints Jessica might have left behind. “Get on the ground!” Skeeter repeats, pointing his gun and flashlight right in my face.

I hold my hands out as I slowly kneel, the crowbar still in my hand.

“You too, get on the ground,” Skeeter shouts at Jessica. Jessica drops to the ground and puts her hands above her head. I smirk. Jessica looks good as an outlaw.

“Leave her alone,” I encourage as I lower myself to the ground fully.

“Shut up!” Skeeter shrieks, kicking me hard in the shoulder, making me hiss.

“That was uncalled for, don’t ya think?” I grumble, staring up at Skeeter who walks over to Jessica. Another cop finally makes it down the hill and strides to me, huffing and puffing out of breath.

“I called it in. More are on the way,” the fat bastard wheezes.

“Yeah, okay. Thanks, Bow,” Skeeter replies, eyeing Grant’s body.

“He’s got a weapon,” Bow informs Skeeter.

Skeeter looks over at me and scowls. “Drop it to your side, Bobby. Don’t try anything stupid or I’ll shoot you where you’re lying,” Skeeter threatens, pointing his gun at me.

I slowly pull my arm out to my side and drop the crowbar to the ground.

Bow straddles me and zip ties my wrists together, panting the whole time.

“Do you have any other weapons on you?” Bow wheezes above me.

“No,” I mumble, my chin resting on the damp ground.

I look over and see Skeeter grab Jessica’s elbows lifting her off the ground. He slides his hands down her sides a little too slow for my liking.

“You got any weapons on you?” he questions in her ear, his eyes staring at me as he asks her. He knows what he is doing. He’s trying to get a rise out of me.

“No,” Jessica replies softly.

He leans down and slides his hands between her legs, going a little too far up, causing Jessica to flinch.

“Hey!” I holler, pulling against the fat cop holding me.

“Get off me,” Jessica mumbles, pulling away from Skeeter. Skeeter frowns, his porn-stache twitching above his lips. He purposely grabs Jessica’s arm where her injury is, making her cry in pain.

“You don’t have the power here, sweetheart. I do,” Skeeter grunts, licking his lips as he eyes her. He jolts her by the arm and pushes her forward, causing her to fall to the ground.

Jessica pulls herself onto her knees, trying to get up as Skeeter pushes his boot into her back forcing her back onto the ground. My nostrils flare with rage and my hands clench with the impulse to violently give Skeeter an ass whooping for mistreating my girl.

“You wouldn’t be resisting arrest, would you?” Skeeter taunts her, causing me to snap.

I growl loudly as I pull away from the cop holding me. I rip my wrists in opposite directions, the zip ties cutting into my wrists until finally snapping. The cop behind me yells a warning to Skeeter as I stride toward him, my wrists burning from the cuts the zip ties left behind.

Skeeter looks up from staring at Jessica, a smirk turning into a sudden grimace. I pull my fist back and slam it into Skeeter’s jaw, dropping him to the ground.

Jessica looks up, her blue eyes pinning me with praise as a smile creeps up her round cheeks.