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He made a circular motion in the air with his finger. "We got a call out, we need everyone on deck for this one. Chloe, hold down the fort. He'll be fine." He shifted his head to Finn as I watched both men and the woman jog out of the door.

A secret smile curled on my lips at the prospect of being alone with Finn. The holding cell usually only held people overnight, nothing serious, normally.

I pulled my paddle brush out of my top drawer and ran it through my hair. I grabbed my compact mirror, opening my mouth to see if I had anything stuck in my teeth. Satisfied that I didn't, I refreshed my blush and finished with lip gloss. That oughta do it.

I adjusted my top. I had enough cleavage to entice, and I was poured into my nice blue jeans that perked up my ass along with my favorite boots. One flick of the hair and I made my way over to the cell.

He was inked to the max, not a place on him that didn't have some type of tattoo. He was lying down in the cell with his hands tucked behind his head and his feet crossed. I wanted to lie down next to—better yet, on top of him.

"Yes? What can I do for you?" He was staring up at the ceiling and not looking at me.

"It's Chloe from Albuquerque High School. Remember?" I watched as Finn stretched out his feet and still didn't move.

"Hmm. I don't remember a Chloe, but I remember a few Tiffanys.”

I made a circle with my feet as I waited for him to notice me. "Okay, how about after gym class in freshman year when you peeped into the girls' locker room?"

He sat up suddenly, planting his feet onto the grimy cement floor, his arms tensed on either side of the cell bed so I could make out the definition in his triceps. He moved a stray lock behind his ear, smiling broadly.

"Oh yeah. Sorry about that. I was a bit of a bad boy back then. Guess not much has changed." His eyes cut through the cell, looking me up and down.

Now I had his attention, and the heat from his gaze was making me extremely horny.

"I see you turned out to be a stunning woman, just like you were back then," he growled in a gravelly tone that made me want to sink down to the ground at his feet.

He stood up to full height and came to the edge of the cell. I felt my heart race, but I didn't back away. "I know they can't keep you here. They're out on a call. They'll let you go when they get back."

He narrowed his gaze at me as he looked into the corner of the police station. He was searching for cameras. "Not so smart for you to come so close to the cell, huh? But I wonder what else you know."

I leaned against the wall, crossing my arms under my chest to push up my cleavage. "Depends on what you want to know, bad boy."

Before he could answer, I heard the front door bang open. The officers were back already. I straightened up fast, putting distance between myself and the cell.

"False alarm," Officer Malone grumbled, settling back into his chair. "Chloe, you can head out for the night. We'll deal with this one in the morning."

I grabbed my purse, stealing one last glance at Finn. He winked at me through the bars.

This wasn't over. Not by a long shot.

3

FINN

The next morning

I stared at the ugly faded lime green walls of the Edgewood Police Station. I'd spent the night on that sorry excuse for a mattress, replaying my brief conversation with Chloe in my head. That girl was something else.

I already had one call to Pops under my belt. I wasn't too worried about anything. Just biding my time and giving these stupid officers the runaround. I was slouched over the plastic chair across from the sheriff, who was staring back at me. I tilted my chin at him with a smirk.

"Look, all you have to do is tell me what was happening out there on the road. You know it would be in your best interest. I can help protect you." The sheriff sounded desperate for some kind of deal.

I kept my casual wide-open stance. I wanted to tell this guy exactly where he could shove his protection, but I didn't. The thought did cause a mild grin to rise.

"Unless you have some real charges, you have no right to keep me here. I reckon you got about two more days that youcan hold me for questioning. I have my lawyer on standby. How 'bout them apples?" I replied with arrogance.

At least there was a shower block inside the police station and I ate real food. These officers were soft. The sheriff with his overgrown belly and porn stache tried to stare back at me with hard eyes, but I just out-glared him.

"You know the task force is going to come right through here and disband your organization. We've been looking into the Devils of Destruction for a long time. If you have anything on them or even your crewmates, I can put you in witness protection," he pressed.