Be My Hero (Forbidden Men #3)(99)

Hissing a curse under my breath, I pushed to my feet. "Neighbors must've called the cops again."

Her eyes only grew wider. "Again?"

I let out a weary sigh, and smoothed my hand over her hair before kissing the bruise on her forehead. "Check on the kids. I'll take care of the police."

She nodded and moved from the bathroom. I started down the hall, wishing the night had gone how I'd initially planned it. We'd probably be getting served our meal right about now, the soft glow of candlelight setting the mood as a server refilled our glasses.

But nope, we were stuck dealing with this instead.

Reality sucked ass.

"So, what is it tonight?" The cop who'd arrested me asked as soon as I opened the door. His partner, who'd given me the 'friendly' warning last time followed him inside as I silently stepped aside for them.

"I thought I warned you what would happen if we had to keep coming here, Mr. Ryan." He looked disappointed, which bothered me more than his pissy partner's degrading sneer.

I opened my mouth to answer, but Eva exited the hall, carrying both babies. They took one look at her with the bruise swelling on her face and her blouse still torn, and that was it for me.

Pissy Cop grabbed my wrist and lifted my hand to check out my knuckles. They were still roughed up from punching Eva's dad and then the refrigerator. He sighed knowingly before he twisted his grip and spun me around until my back was to him. After capturing my other arm and holding them together, he whipped his handcuffs off his duty belt.

Fuck.

"Oh my God." Lurching forward, Eva rushed toward us. "What're you doing?"

When the nicer officer stepped into her path with his hands up to block her, she stumbled to a stop and met my gaze over his shoulder, her shock and confusion making my throat tighten with remorse. What kind of shitty life had I pulled her into by bringing her here to take care of my son?

"They think I hit you," I explained.

She snorted. "That's insane." Turning back to the good cop, she batted her long beautiful eyelashes. "Sir, you're making a huge mistake. Pick would never, ever hurt me, or any woman."

The cop hooking me up snickered. "That why he already has a record for assault and battery?"

Eva's mouth worked, but she didn't have a ready comeback. Her big blue eyes, registered confusion and veered my way before she turned back to the good cop. "If he was arrested due to a fight, then it was in defense of himself or someone else, but my guess would be someone else. I know this man." She jabbed her chin in my direction. "And he is the furthest thing from a woman beater as you'll ever meet."

"So, you're saying he didn't do that to you?"

When the cop pointed out her scratches and bruises, she faltered as if just remembering what had happened to her. A groan left her.

The cop holding me in custody lifted my mangled knuckles and added, "Think before you perjure yourself, lady."

She narrowed her eyes at him and then lifted her chin self-righteously. "Like I said, Pick only gets into fights to defend someone. So I hope you'll excuse him for hitting the man who forced his way into our apartment and was trying to . . . " She paused and had to swallow before shakily adding, "rape me. Pick was my hero, not my tormentor. He saved me."

"Someone broke in, huh?" Pissy Cop asked, totally not buying it.

She must not have liked his tone of voice because she snapped, "That's what I just said, isn't it?"

"Tink," I warned. She'd get hooked up too if she wasn't careful. "Easy, babe."

She spun toward me, her heated blue eyes flashing. "What? He's being a total dick. Why the hell are they arresting you when we're the victims here?"

"If someone broke into your home, then why didn't you call us instead of leaving it to complaining neighbors?"

"And why isn't there sign of forced entry?" Pissy Cop motioned toward the opened door of the apartment.

Eva's gaze dropped to the perfectly intact doorjamb. Her eyes glazed with horror. My gut twisted, pissed these f*ckers were making her relive what had happened.

"We were busy trying to calm the babies after Pick threw him out. You showed up before we had a chance. Thanks for your quick response time, by the way."

Neither cop cared for her dry appreciation. "And the doorjamb?" Pissy Cop prodded.

Across the hall, the neighbor's door cracked open a few inches. "He wore a fancy suit," a timid voice from inside said.

The good cop stepped toward the hallway. "What was that?"

"The guy who showed up wore a real nice suit. He knocked on the door and she opened it for him."

I ground my teeth, wishing to hell the snoopy neighbor would shut the f*ck up.

But the witness's account kept flooding across the hall. "She told him to leave and tried to shut the door in his face, but he stuck out his foot, stopping her, and finally got his way inside."

I drew in a sharp breath. "That son of a bitch," I muttered, wanting to find Eva's father all over again. And kill him at least three or four times.

"He was only in there a few minutes. Something banged against the wall once and there was shouting inside. Then this one came home." A finger appeared from the crack, pointing at me. "He had a couple with him. They all went inside. More shouting and banging followed. Then the fancy guy limped out, holding his side with one arm and his pants up with the other hand because they were unbuttoned. The other couple left a few minutes later. They looked upset."