Page 6 of Other Woman Drama (Content Advisory #4)

Five

Hey, quick question. Are you fucking kidding me?

— Text from Silver to Webber

WEBBER

Anger slithered in my belly like a snake ready to strike.

I wanted to fucking kill the bitch just like I did her brother.

The apple sure didn’t fall far from the tree, that was for certain.

“Perfect,” Assman said. “Why don’t we all calm down, separate, and we’ll figure out the rest from here.”

I kept my hand on Silver’s hip and leaned into her, forcing her back.

I backed up until Chevy’s over-the-top Escalade was behind us and I was in front of her.

Officer Moran’s eyes narrowed on the officer. “I don’t think you quite understand what and who I am. I’m an officer for Kilgore Police Department.”

I felt movement behind me, and Silver pulled her phone out of her pocket.

She slipped out from behind me and walked a few paces away before placing her phone to her ear.

I could hear her talking, but my focus was on Moran and what she was going to do.

Silver’s hushed conversation could barely be heard, but when the excitement sparked in her voice, I backed up slightly so I could hear what she was saying.

“…is she now. Well, I can tell you exactly where she is,” Silver was saying. “Yes, yes. Right. Thanks, Chief Roberts. I hope to hear from you soon.”

She moved until she was back between me, Chevy and the open door.

There wasn’t much space to be had, but she was a small slip of a woman and could fit easily.

“He okay?” Silver asked. “Aella’s freaking out.”

“He’s fine,” Chevy said. “And I know. I FaceTimed her so she could see him. She’s going to bed now.”

“Good,” Silver said. “She needs some sleep.”

“Yeah, she does.” Chevy sighed. “Kid’s teething, I think.”

“Ahh,” I said. “That’s fun.”

I remembered when Eedie was teething.

Elizabeth hated it because her sleep was disturbed, and I lived off of four hours of sleep a day for months until she finally had all of them in.

It was a nightmare.

“So, I called Kilgore Police Department and asked to speak with the chief. He was a nice guy. Named Luke Roberts. When I explained what was going on today, and what had happened last night when Moran cornered you at your shop, he was very interested because he’s been having an officer and a cruiser missing for twenty-four hours now,” Silver explained.

“She asked to borrow it for personal reasons, and they agreed. But she’s past her twenty-four-hour allotment and Luke was starting to get worried about her. ”

“Worry no more,” Chevy grumbled. “I have to get back to work. Can you handle this, Webber?”

“Yes,” I answered quickly. “I can more than handle this.”

Meaning, he trusted Silver, but she was in over her head with this stupid bitch and he wanted to make sure I could cover her.

“Okay, good,” he grumbled. “I was seconds away from heading into a surgery, so you won’t be able to get me again like that.”

“Go,” I said. “We’ll handle it from here.”

He muttered something under his breath, but stopped a few feet away from Moran when he said, “You endanger my kid or my wife’s sister again, and I’ll put you on your ass, too.”

Moran’s eyes narrowed. “I already told you I didn’t think that she was treating your kid right.”

“You’re so full of shit it’s coming out of your ears,” Chevy started walking again. “My sister-in-law would die before she let any harm come to my son. You’re just fabricating a lie you think might get you out of the hole you dug yourself.”

With that stellar parting comment, Chevy walked away, heading back to the hospital.

He did stop to talk to Assman, though, and tell him what he was doing.

Assman jerked his chin, nodding in understanding.

I stayed where I was in the open door.

Silver climbed up into the seat and clicked Riggens’ car seat into the base, securing him in place.

Then she reached for a white Styrofoam to-go box at her feet and opened it up.

It was filled with pancakes.

My stomach rumbled.

I hadn’t eaten yet today.

“It’s getting too hot to just be sitting here,” Silver pointed out. “Either I need to start the car up and close the door—which I hesitate to do because my sister doesn’t know what the point of a gas pump is—or I need to go back inside until this is figured out.”

I snatched the next piece of pancake she’d ripped off before pushing off of the car and heading toward one of the cops I knew.

“Detective,” I said to Haze, one of our trusted cops. “Do we need to keep them here?” I jerked a thumb toward Silver. “Or can she go home?”

Haze pursed his lips for a short second before he said, “They’re going to need her statement, and it’s best to get it now so we can take her in and book her for whatever the fuck she was trying to do.”

“What about us being inside?” I asked.

“That’ll work,” he agreed. “It’s hot out here.”

“Agreed, and we have a six-month-old in a car seat that hates being in the car seat in the first place,” I pointed out.

Haze’s lips twitched.

He’d been by the club, and at enough functions outside of the club, to know exactly how Riggens was.

Him being in the car seat this long was a goddamn miracle.

I didn’t know how Chevy and Aella did it.

The kid was a monster.

He was a cute monster, but still a total monster.

After talking a few more seconds with Haze, I headed back toward Silver and said, “Let’s get inside.”

Silver twisted in her seat and pulled Riggens’s entire car seat out of the base, then handed it to me.

I took the car seat, then jerked my chin up at Cakes and said, “We’re going inside. Come get me if you need me.”

Cakes jerked his chin up, his eyes blazing. “Not sure what the fuck got up this cunt’s ass, but she’s a goddamn lunatic.”

I glanced over at Cadence Moran and smiled.

It nearly set her off.

If she wasn’t sitting on the bench with three police officers surrounding her, she might’ve made the move toward me.

As it was, her handcuffs clinked as she instinctively tried to pull her hands apart.

“We’ll be inside if you need us,” I said to the officers.

There were two sets of officers at the diner because it was a shared border between Dallas Police Department and Fort Worth Police Department.

The diner we were currently at was located directly in the middle of both jurisdictions, and I’d come in here quite a few times to talk to Chevy during his lunch breaks at the hospital to know that.

It worked in our favor because it would hold her longer while they decided who had jurisdiction over who.

“Thanks, Dorothy.” Silver smiled. “If you don’t mind, we’re just going to wait in here until they’re done with us. It’s too hot for Riggens outside already, and I’m fairly sure that Aella left the car on empty like she always does.”

I’d never understand the point of that.

I liked to always have a full tank of gas, and I always made sure Eedie had one, too. I’d made sure that Elizabeth did, as well, when we were together.

There was just something about knowing that you had a full tank of gas and the ability to escape that was so appealing to me.

I idly wondered if Silver had gas in her tank.

My guess would be yes, to a certain extent.

Before, it would be about being able to afford to put the money into her car. Now, it would likely be about hesitating to put money into a car that might break down on you at any second.

“You’re welcome,” Dorothy said. “Can’t stand people like that. High-falutin’ people who think they’re above the law just because they carry a badge. That woman deserved that punch to the face. How’s your hand?”

I studied her hand for a few seconds when she pulled it up to show Dorothy.

“It’s sore, but I’ll live.” She flexed her hand a few times.

“I have some ice.” Dorothy left. “Sit anywhere you like.”

Silver led us to one of the only unoccupied tables in the back nearest the bathrooms that had a great view of the parking lot and Cadence Moran’s angry face.

“She’s really a dick,” Silver said as she scooted into the booth.

I placed Riggens’s car seat on the table against the glass and sat him up a bit so he could see, which he really liked.

“I can’t believe he’s stayed in there so long,” she admitted. “One would’ve thought that he’d have screamed bloody murder by now. If he’d been doing that, it might’ve given a little credence to CB’s CPS claim.”

“CB?” I asked.

“Crazy bitch.” Silver snickered. “Would you mind watching him while I go to the bathroom? I’ve had to go for twenty minutes now.”

“Have at it,” I said.

She got up, but her phone must’ve buzzed because she groaned and pulled it out.

She frowned at the screen hard before she rolled her eyes and set it at her spot in front of me before leaving.

Unable to stop myself, I pulled her phone toward me and quickly read the message on the screen since she’d left her phone open.

Barry:

I don’t know why you aren’t answering me, but I need a ride home. No one is answering the phone and I’ve already been here ready and waiting to get a ride for fifteen minutes. Get here already.

I clenched my jaw at the text.

What a dick.

He was the stupid fuck that had his license suspended for his road rage issues, and he was getting onto other people who didn’t hop the instant he asked them to?

What a joke.

It was Silver’s reply that had me completely dumbfounded, though.

Silver:

Sorry, but I can’t today. I have Riggens, and I’m babysitting.

Barry’s reply came in while Silver was still in the bathroom.

Barry:

Bring the little dirt bag with you. I don’t care.

The little dirt bag.

What a piece of work.

“What’d he say?” Silver asked.

I’d been so engrossed in her phone that I hadn’t paid attention to her coming back up.

Fuck.

“Why do you have your dad’s name in there as Barry?” I asked. “Why not Dad?”

I didn’t bother to hide that I was reading her messages.

What would be the point?

She didn’t bother calling me out on my obvious invasion of privacy.

“Because that’s how I refer to him,” she replied. “At least, when I’m not in his presence. He gets bent out of shape when I do it in front of him. He says it’s disrespectful, and since I tend to hate hearing him blather on and on about it, I try to remember.”

“He called Riggens a dirt bag.” I pushed her phone toward her without replying with the ‘fuck you’ that was on the tip of my tongue.

She pulled her phone up into her hands and furiously started typing away.

Only when she was done did she throw it down on the table with an angry scowl.

Since it slid toward me and sideways slightly, I was able to read her reply.

Silver:

I told you once, and I won’t tell you again. I will not tolerate you calling him names. He’s a sweet little boy that belongs to my beloved sister. If you don’t like that, then maybe you should take a step out of my life.

Surprise flitted through me.

My gaze flicked up to hers, but hers was on Moran that was outside with her arms still behind her back, glaring hard at the officer that was in front of her.

The officer was talking to her, likely telling her she was a dumbass, and he kept gesturing toward Aella’s car.

“What do you think he’s saying to her?” Silver asked, confirming my suspicions.

“I think that he’s telling her she’s a stupid bitch,” I grumbled.

Riggens chose that moment to grunt his frustration, and I chose to pull him out of the seat before he got going for real.

Dorothy came by as I was pulling him into my arms.

“That’s the biggest six-month-old I’ve ever seen,” Dorothy admitted.

“Agreed,” I said as I pulled Riggens’ bulk into my lap and handed him a spoon. “Dorothy, would you mind bringing me a breakfast sampler?”

Dorothy nodded and turned to Silver. “I’ll have the same. I’ll just take what we had earlier home and put it in Aella’s fridge.”

“You got it,” Dorothy left with a flourish.

When I glanced up, it was to find Silver scowling at me.

“What?”

She curled her lip. “Nothing.”