Page 5 of Finn

I leaned forward with a throaty laugh. "Ain't no fucking way I'm telling you shit. Besides, there ain't shit to tell you, so get off my dick."

The sheriff turned red in the face and stood, lifting his highwater taupe pants over his belly. "Have it your way, Finn. You got yourself another night in the cell."

I put my hands up at him. "Suits me fine. My lawyer will be here tomorrow. It's been a nice little rest. Appreciate it. Might need another pillow though," I called out as the sheriff walked out in anger, slamming the cell door shut.

Ten minutes later, Chloe with her foxy self came by.

"Psst," I hissed, gesturing her toward the cell.

"What can I do for you, Finn?" she said seductively. She definitely got the blood running hot. I wanted to pull that long auburn hair and run my tongue all over her well-sculpted body. She turned out real nice. I remembered her ample chest from that locker room incident back in high school, and I found it hard not to relieve myself thinking about it.

"How about a hot coffee without it being pissed in?"

She smirked a little. "Of course. How do you like your coffee?"

I held my arms up on the cell bars, grinning at her. "Like I like my women, hot and tasty." I stuck my tongue out at her. It'd been a while since I'd seen one like her.

"Take it easy, Finn. I'll get your coffee."

"Just jokes, okay? I'm going nuts here. I'll take it with milk, no sugar."

"Okay, coming up. Hold tight." She grinned as I got a glimpse of her round ass walking away.

I stepped back into the darkness of the cell. I was allowed my cell phone, but I didn't trust they weren't tapping my calls. I sent a text instead to the club secretary.

You got the lawyer coming?

A text came through seconds later.

Yes. First thing tomorrow morning. They can't hold you longer than 48 hours. Sit tight.

Good.

I put my phone in the corner as minutes later a steaming cup of ground coffee was offered through the cell bars.

I took it, brushing Chloe's hands, and she blushed. She was sweet, with her breathtaking emerald eyes. I had to peel myself away from staring at them. Her quirky little mouth was one I wanted to own too.

Just wait 'til I get out of here. I'm going to take you on the ride of your life.

I sat on the built-in bench of the cell. "So you like working here?"

She shrugged her shoulders as she played with her fingernails. Her hair dropped in front of her face so I couldn't make out her expression. "Mostly yeah. I know all the criminals in town. That's gotta count for something." She giggled nervously. My mind ticked over a little. This situation might be useful.

"Speaking of"—I lowered my voice to a whisper. Whisper for me anyway. It's not like my hoarse tone was smooth, but I got my point across—"what do you have on the Devils?" I took a sip of the coffee, grateful for an ally.

"Umm. You didn't hear it from me, but those guys are in hot water. They're reckless. Two newbies got brought in on stolen gun charges." My ears perked up.

"Stolen guns? You guys should be chasing them, not the Guardians."

"Maybe you're right." She shrugged.

I drank a little more of my coffee. "They've held me for the maximum time after today. Any ideas about what they got planned?"

Chloe glanced in both directions, but all officers were peering into their computers, not paying any attention to the conversation we were having. "Umm, they don't have anything. They basically wanted to hold you up."

My face broke into a grin. I could trust her. First bite and she took it. "Good looking out. When I get out, I'd like to take this further. Get to know you. Now. This version of Chloe."

Her eyes glimmered a little. "Sounds good, bad boy. Just gotta figure out my number." She winked back over her shoulder and moved back to her desk, leaving my balls tight.