Married to the Bad Boy(94)
This couldn’t come at a worse fucking time. Johnny’s eyes narrow dangerously at me. He’s thinking that I fucked up and didn’t get rid of one of the bodies correctly, but there’s no fucking way.
She charges to the officer and steps in front of us, blocking the way. “Who filed the charges?”
“Ma’am, you’re blocking the way.”
She screams at the officer, making the guys behind her laugh. “WHO IS IT? It’s Rafael, isn’t it? Rafael Costa?”
The officer’s blank face betrays nothing, but my heart sinks as I hear the tremble in her voice. Fuck, she’s right. That fucking cock-sucking, good-for-nothing asshole has me right where he wants. She thought he was going to put her in jail, but it was really me he was planning to fuck over. Just so that he could have a clear shot at my wife.
“No, it’s me—I’m—”
“Shut the hell up!” I turn to Johnny, who stands next to her. “Johnny, take her away from here.”
That’s all I fucking need. My wife to confess to shooting Rafael’s worthless body.
I catch Tommy’s eye desperately as I turn around. “Tommy, please. Keep my wife safe until I’m out.”
He opens his mouth but I don’t hear his reply when I’m hauled out of the restaurant. The cold bites my cheeks and my eyes burn instantly, and I think of her, surrounded by wolves.
* * *
I’m going to kill that prick.
When I find you, you rat fuck—
I can’t even finish the sentence, because every method of torture I can think of is too good for that asshole. The dank cell echoes with my footsteps as I pace along its length. I’m stuck in here while Rafael is free to do God knows what to my wife, and who knows if Johnny will even intervene to help her.
My throat closes at the thought, and I grasp the bars. The rust clings to my hands like dirt, and I think about Elena’s broken face as I was led out of that restaurant in cuffs. I hate this. Why the fuck did they have to cuff me in front of her?
The door to the prison cell cracks open. “Tony Vidal, lawyer!”
Fuck, the last person I give a shit about seeing. He’s a sharply dressed Jew, a guy the mob keeps on retainer.
“When the fuck can I get out?”
“Unfortunately, the judge won’t grant you a bail given your—eh, history.”
Fucking hell. I knew it.
It’s not a huge problem. I’ll have to grease the judge.
“Who’s the judge?”
He glances at some sheets of paper. “Judge Giuliani.”
Inwardly I smirk to myself. He’s known to us because he nearly always accepts a well-paid bribe. It’s tricky, though. I can’t just fucking hand it to him, and there’s no fucking way Johnny will front the cash for me, especially after what happened.
Elena, hang in there. Please.
My lawyer leaves, and I make a phone call to one of my associates, who agrees to send the bribe for me. Then it’s back to pacing in this fucking cell, and going out of my mind with worry. I smash my fist into the bars, rattling this fucking cage. My wife—Jesus—what’s going to happen to her?
“Tony Vidal, visitor!”
The guard yells into the room as the door unlocks, admitting a man. Please fucking tell me it’s John. He steps into the light, a predatory smile spreading over his thin face.
“You fucking crazy moron.”
Rafael came to visit me in jail. I cannot fucking believe this.
I clench the bars and boil with rage. He’s so close—so fucking close. Rafael approaches the bars, almost close enough for me to reach his fucking neck.
“Before you spend the next decade rotting in jail, I just wanted to let you know I’ll be getting my dick wet with your wife.”
“FUCK YOU! I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU!” I slam my body against the bars, determined to force them apart.
His laughter reverberates throughout the room, echoing horribly in my ears. “She’s in my car. The little bitch came running for me the moment you were arrested. Turns out, she’ll suck anyone’s cock for a favor.”
The banging of my fists against the bars clashes with his horrible laughter. I don’t believe it. I can’t believe it. Still a nasty feeling rises up my throat.
“She wants me to drop the charges.” He sucks on his bottom lip and rolls his eyes as if in ecstasy. “But why should I let go of a pussy that sweet? She fits around my cock like a damn glove.”
I stand there, shaking with all the energy coursing through my veins.
“When I get out of here, the first thing I’m going to do is rip off your balls and boil them in motor oil.”
He smirks at me and takes a step backward. “Careful. You don’t want them to hear you saying that.”