Page 120 of Heavy

My nostrils flare and I come to stand, no longer slouching.

“I think he is,” Anders says and takes an aggressive step toward me. His hand pushes against my shoulder, and if it weren’t for not wanting to spend a night in a cell, I may have broken his jaw.

He pushes me back and both of them step into the house.

“I don’t even need to ask if you have a fucking warrant to just barge in here.”

“Don’t give us that bullshit. I’ve heard about you,King. You may have been tough behind those bars but out here, you aren’t shit.”

I look down at Ramirez’s hand, he has it hovering over his gun clipped to his belt, and I take a deep breath. Popping my head to the side, I square my shoulders.

The moment I’m about to make a terrible mistake, Cal raises her voice. “What the fuck is going on? Get out of his face!”

Her blonde hair comes into view as she runs in front of me, pushing back Andres and stepping between us. It’s probably for the best, I definitely would have taken a bullet to beat these blue pigs.

“He didn’t do anything,” she continues, and both of the officers tear their gaze down to her. “Whatever it is, you’ve got the wrong person.”

God, she’s cute. Doesn’t matter that she has no idea why they are here. I needed this kind of support when I was younger. If I had justoneperson on my side, I know things would have been different for me.

Both of the men relax, Ramirez taking his hand away from his gun. “Ms. Sanderson, we are actually here to talk with you.”

I see her tense from the edge of my vision, but I keep my gaze locked on them.

“Oh?” She’s nervous, it’s easily readable in her tone.

“Yes, Ma’am. It’s in regard to the insurance claim on your residential fire in May.”

“Oh, yes. They’ve been taking their sweet time with that.” She takes a slight step back, which has her backside pressing against my torso. “Do they finally have everything they need?”

“Actually, Ma’am—” You know, this pisses me off. Fucking assholes to me, but completely turn into different people when it comes to Cal. Once a criminal, always a criminal in their eyes.

Okay yes, I exude that energy and have a gun in the house, but still, fuck these guys.

“We wanted to ask you a few questions about the incident.”

The moment those words come out of his mouth, I clear my throat. “You know how this works, gentleman.” I snake my arm around her neck and tilt my head to the side. “She should have some legal representation. Sounds like there is some negative implications going on here.”

“You would know, huh?” Anders mocks.

“Hey!” my girl shouts.

“It’s alright. You should call your mom, baby girl. Her mom’s a lawyer. From what I heard, a good one.” I grin. “I’m sure she’d love to hear how you unlawfully barged in on her daughter.”

“We just want to ask a few questions,” Ramirez grits through his teeth.

“With her lawyer present,” I demand.

“Calista, if we can step outside and speak to you alone.”

My arm tights around her, but I don’t think my silent command was necessary, because she says, “No. I’ll have my mom come down tomorrow. Ironically, I’m going to see her tonight. Hopefully I don’t slip up telling her how you’ve treated my rights and my boyfriend.”

It takes a few seconds of the two officers looking at one another before they back down and take a step back toward the door. “Please come down to the station by tomorrow, or we will come back with a warrant.”

“A warrant?! For—” I place my hand over her mouth.

“We will see you tomorrow,” I say.

They turn and leave, closing the door behind them. It’s then she basically shouts into my palm. I give her the moment, and once she’s depleted her air, I release her.