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CHAPTER SEVEN

GHOST

“Sir, you need to remain calm,” the officer orders as he cuffs my hands behind my back. I growl in warning as the other officer presses Star up against the limo, running his hands over her, checking for weapons when you can see every part of her body through the fucking lace body she’s wearing. I will fucking rip his hands from his fucking arms for touching.

“Fuck off!” Star hisses. The officer shoves her roughly.

“Touch her again and I will fucking kill you,” I threaten.

“Threatening an officer is a serious offence.” The officer behind me tuts.

“Sir, I am on the phone now and will try and get this matter resolved,” the driver states. I nod at him. If he can help get us out of this, then he deserves a fucking raise. The limo didn’t just get stuck at lights; it ran out of fucking gas.

We were unaware because I was too busy making sure I could make her scream my name so loud the glass would break. I smirk. I did, too. She screamed my name so loud her voice had become so rough it was near breaking. Apparently, some fucking dickhead had approached the driver, demanding it be stopped, but the guy didn’t want to interrupt us, or maybe he tried but we just didn’t fucking notice.

When the officer wrenched the door open, Star was on all fours crying out her orgasm, her arms and legs trembling. I too was fucking exploding, my climax filling her with my seed as the fucking officer reached in and dragged me out of the fucking limo. Once he had me out, the other reached in and grabbed Star, not letting her clean up first or letting her cover up. He humiliated her in front of all the public. Not that she was letting them see her humiliation, because she hid that well from all, fighting him whenever she could. But the fact everyone got to see her like that, with my cum trickling down her thighs made me more than angry. It made me fucking murderous. That was a sight for only me. That was mine and only fucking mine.

“Touch me again and I will stab your fucking eye out with my stiletto,” Star growls at the officer.

I smirk. My woman was never afraid to fight. The officer pins her firmly against the limo with his body, saying something in her ear that I can’t hear, but by the way Star’s eyes flicker with fear, I know it’s not good.

I look around to see some bystanders recording this on their cell. “Darlin’,” I call over to her. She looks at me. “Mine,” I growl, reminding her I’m here, that she isn’t alone. Her lips tip up into that smile that hits me in the chest.

“That’s sexual harassment!” a young girl calls out from the crowd. I look over and see her holding her phone out, filming us. “You are pressing your crotch against an exposed woman. You’ve not offered her a blanket to protect her modesty, and your body searched her when I can see every part of her body ten feet away,” she yells, and I immediately want to offer the woman a club favour in return.

The officer turns around and looks for the girl, but she’s either disappeared or blended into the crowd. All the women in the crowd start shouting, repeating what that woman had yelled.

“Enough! Any more and I will arrest you all!” the officer threatens, which just riles the crowd up more.

He grabs Star’s arm and roughly shoves her in the back of the police car. She yelps in pain, and my blood boils. I kick back at the officer holding me, making him tumble to the floor. I storm to the other officer and rear my head back, slamming it down onto his. With my hands still cuffed behind me, I bend down and look into the car, seeing Star sitting there.

“Hey, Casper.” She grins. I notice the small cut to her temple as blood trickles from her head. I feel the officers trying to drag me back, but I use all my strength to resist. Star leans forward and kisses me. “When we get to the station, remain calm. Call Alina.” She presses her lips to mine, kissing me once more. “Behave.” She winks.

“Can’t promise I won’t kill them,” I state before allowing the officers to pull me out. As soon as I’m standing, they whack me around the back of the knees with their batons. I roar as I fall to the floor. They continue to slam them into me, beating me while I’m on the ground.

“Get off him!” I hear Star scream. I try to look over at her, but the officers continue to beat me. One of them moves off me, and I lift my head and see Star face down on the ground, the officer pinning her with his knee between her shoulder blades and the palm of his hand pressing the side of her face into the ground. Her face is scrunched up in pain as he pushes, bearing his weight on her. She’s not fighting back; she’s complying, and yet the motherfucker continues to pin and cause her pain. He sneers down at her, whispering something in her ear. Her eyes open, and I watch as a brief flicker of fear dances across her face.

Molten hot rage courses through my veins, and it takes everything in me to not fight the fucker that’s pinning me down. I ignore everything he’s saying, everything he’s threatening, as I keep my eyes trained on my woman.

Her eyes flicker to mine, and she gives me a small smile of reassurance that she’s okay. She forgets I know her better than she knows her fucking self. I know whatever he said to her triggered something. It scared her, and my woman doesn’t scare easily. For that I will have them.

They’re dead. They are motherfucking dead , I mentally promise.