Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 117752 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 589(@200wpm)___ 471(@250wpm)___ 393(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117752 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 589(@200wpm)___ 471(@250wpm)___ 393(@300wpm)
“Fuck you! I want my lawyer.”
“Doug, put loud mouth in your car. I’ll take the quiet one. Mack, secure their purses and call for a tow truck.”
“Sure thing, Sheriff.”
The deputy took her arm, jerking her to her feet, as the sheriff lifted Fat Louise to hers.
“Sheriff…” She dragged her feet on the pavement. “You hurt one single hair on her head, and you can kiss that badge goodbye.”
“You threatening me?” His smirk had her glad her hands were restrained.
“That deputy run my record?” she asked.
“Yes, ma’am.”
“You should read it. I don’t make threats.”
“Add threatening an officer when you make your report,” he told the deputy.
“You can shove that report up your ass!” Crazy Bitch snarled, trying to jerk away from the deputy’s hold.
“Add resisting arrest,” the sheriff said, shoving Fat Louise inside his car.
Crazy Bitch lowered her head as the deputy shoved her into the back of his squad car. Furious, she used her shoulder to keep him from shutting the door.
“You fucking know he planted that evidence on me!”
The deputy quit trying to shut the door on her, putting a hand on her forehead to push her farther into the squad car.
“I didn’t run that stop sign!”
The deputy looked over his shoulder, making sure no one was near him. “No, you didn’t.”
At the admission, Crazy Bitch lost her temper. Her hands might have been restrained, but her feet weren’t.
With one foot, she nailed him in the nuts, sending the deputy to his knees. His yell of pain sent the two officers who were still on scene coming to his aid. The deputy who had brought the dog pulled the foot she had used to nail in the other deputy’s nuts away from the door of the car so the other one could close it.
Cursing them, she started kicking at the window, wishing it was the bastards’ faces. She was still kicking the passenger side window when the deputy managed to get behind the steering wheel.
“You’re going to pay for that, you stupid bitch.”
“You fucking cocksucker! I’m not afraid of you.” She switched sides, trying to kick the wired cage behind his seat, making sure she was hitting the spot behind his head.
“Stop!”
“My lawyer is going to rip you another asshole!”
She used her nails to rip at the upholstery behind her back as she kept kicking the cage.
When the deputy jerked the car to a stop at the sheriff’s office, she heard him call for help. Her rage was out of control, yet she didn’t care. It took three officers and a Taser to remove her from the cruiser.
After that, it was a blur as she was restrained to a metal chair, each limb handcuffed to the chair. Wheeled into a cell, she caught a glimpse of Fat Louise in the cell across from hers before the door was slammed shut.
She started wiggling on the seat, trying to make it move. Her rage was so overwhelming, adrenaline rushing through her system, that she refused to give up the futile struggle.
The deputy’s confession had sent her over a tipping point. He’d had no fear admitting he had pulled her over without reason. If he was so sure enough of himself to drop his guard once, he would do it again. All it would take was pushing the right button. She might not have a college degree, but she had a PHD in making men regret screwing her over.
Visualizing putting her head through the steel door, she felt the metal chair slide a scant inch across the concrete floor, despite the brakes the deputy had engaged before leaving her cell.
“Ha!” she yelled out, proud of her success, wiggling harder as the cell door was swung open.
It was her last thought before another jolt of electricity shot through her body, stunning her senseless and dimming the cell walls as her eyes involuntary rolled upward.
With sheer force of will, she twisted one of her hands in the restraints, visualizing an imaginary hand holding hers, giving her the peace of mind she needed to succumb to the waiting darkness.
25
“How much longer do we have to wait?” Frustrated, Calder rubbed his hand across the back of his neck, trying to stretch the kink out of it.
He had started driving back from Lexington last night after Stud had called to tell him about Sam. He had every intention of finding that man and beating the hell out of him for trying to roofie Crazy Bitch. Then he had been forced to change his mind when he had stopped to get gas and saw Stud’s text about her getting arrested.
Every pit-stop he made after that, the news kept getting worse until he stopped looking at the texts, afraid he would wreck if he rode any faster.
“Calder, calm down. Killyama will come outside the courtroom when they call Crazy Bitch’s name.” Diamond sat with her briefcase on her lap outside the courtroom, studying the documents in her hand.