Reign (Sin City Outlaws #1)(43)

“Seriously?” I complain, getting back to my feet.

“I’ll grab his feet, you get his arms,” Alessandra huffs.

Struggling, dropping his head on the ground twice, we manage to get him in the back of her cruiser.

“Sir, have you had anything to drink tonight or taken anything?” Alessandra asks before shutting the door.

He smiles big, but doesn’t answer. Pulling my flashlight from my pocket, I shine it into his eyes. He squints, but his pupils are dilated.

“He’s high on something,” I add. “We should check him for drugs.”

“Oh, yeah, let me just look under his left wing.” Alessandra sneers. Taking her eyes from him to me, her attitude subsides and concern crosses her face.

“Jillian, you’re bleeding.” She points to my face. Bringing my fingers to my mouth, there is a lot of blood.

“Shit.”

“We need medical assistance,” Alessandra calls in.

“Hey! What happened?” Another police officer runs up to us.

“What the f*ck, man?” Alessandra shoves him in the chest, and he looks at me with wide eyes.

I point to the back of the car. “We had to wrangle that out of the fountain.”

“No more Chipotle for dinner, Harrison!” Alessandra points at him, her face serious.

***

Sitting in the back of the ambulance, an EMT cleans my split lip.

“I think you should probably get stitches,” the young lady suggests.

“No, it would be pointless. They’d be pulled out in a day.”

“If you insist, but at least let me put a butterfly on it.” I nod, and she climbs in the back of the ambulance. My eyes sweep across the way, landing on Sin Casino.

There are a bunch of girls sitting outside, some smoking, the others just being loud and obnoxious. I wonder if the club is having one of their notorious parties. The girl from the other night catches my attention—Dolly. She’s wearing a revealing glitter dress, and her hair is down. She looks slutty, but a pretty slutty.

I tense when Zeek walks around the corner, and Dolly takes up his side. Her hands are all over him. He grabs her by the hair, his other hand sliding down her side before he grabs at her ass. Turning, he pins her against the wall of the casino in front of everyone. My mouth fills with a bitter taste, and I realize I’m biting my cheek.

The lady slaps the butterfly on my lip, but all I can see is red. Jealousy stains my thoughts. Stupidity fills my chest. I guess I thought Zeek being with me meant he wouldn’t mess around; that was very obviously very dumb of me. He’s a player, women are at his disposal… and I just became one. I should have set boundaries, made it clear it was me and only me. Now, I’m not sure I can kiss him and not see that skank on him.

“Hey, you heading to the diner?” Alessandra asks, walking up to me. “You okay?” she questions, but I just stare at Dolly and Zeek.

Dolly’s hands grab at his back, her leg wrapped around his waist, and I have to turn away, my chest filling with humiliation. Why did I think he wouldn’t return to his club hoes? Risking a glance, I look back.

Zeek turns and wraps his arm around a girl with short blonde hair, and Dolly quickly catches up to claim his other side. He dips his head down, whispering something into the blonde woman’s ear, one of his hands cupping her ass.

“What a whore,” Alessandra mutters.

“The one with the black hair, she has it bad for him,” I state, my voice carrying an unfamiliar tone, one of anger, hurt, and lust. As angry as I am to see him with other women, it turns me on in a way. To know he’s that wanted, and he was with me not so long ago… it does something to me. I wonder if his skin smells of me when he’s with those floozies. I hope it does. I hope they smell me and it hurts them as much as I’m hurting right now.

I risked so much being with him. I thought after sharing a common risk, he’d have a little more respect for me.

“You know, we got two minutes left on our shift. We can arrest her,” Alessandra says.

“Yeah, what for?” I step off the back of the ambulance.

“For being a whore,” she scoffs, as if I’m clearly missing the picture.

“Just leave it.” I swallow, my brain yelling, He warned you he’d hurt you!

The crowd skims as the ambulance drives away, leaving me, Alessandra and Harrison standing at the curb.

I can’t seem to avert my gaze from Zeek and his group. Dolly’s eyes catch mine, and she does a double-take. Stepping away from Zeek, she widens her stance and flips us off with both hands. She doesn’t seem to recognize me, though. She’s not very smart.

“Oh, that’s classy,” Alessandra huffs.

“I was so stupid.” My lip curls, my hands balling into fists.

“Can we please arrest her now?”

Pulling out my phone, I snap a picture of Zeek and his crew of hoes.

“No, it’s not worth the paperwork.”





NINE





JILLIAN


Looking at the butterfly strip on my lip, I scowl. I can’t believe I allowed that to happen. I feel distracted, off my game lately. Bringing my hand up to my lip, I pull on the strip then wince with pain. I didn’t think it was necessary to have it, but apparently I’m wrong, ‘cause blood is starting to seep from it.