The guy that had been assigned to him was Wilbert Fulton. What kind of person didn’t change their name so that they’d have to go their entire life called Wilbert was beyond him. He was scheduled to come and take off the bracelet and take him to court within the next hour. At least that was the plan he’d been told yesterday. Mike thought about his own plan.
He was going to get the hell out of here as soon as the stupid thing was off and he didn’t care how he did it or who he had to kill to make it happen. The gun Benny had given him last week was tucked right in the chair where he was sitting and the sucker was loaded too.
The knock at the door startled him. Wilbert was early, but it didn’t matter. Mike had been prepared for that too. He’d been ready to go since yesterday morning. His bag was packed, he had all the cash he could get to under the circumstances, and he had his shoes on. He wasn’t entirely sure they had to come off to take the fucking beeper off, but he was ready for that too with an extra pair of shoes in his bag. Getting a hard-on thinking about how this was going to make him a free man, Mike adjusted his cock as he walked to the door. It slammed open before he could get to it.
“Hello fuck-tard.” Suddenly, Mike found himself on the floor and a knee at his back. “We are taking precautions, so you lay here real quiet like and you won’t get hurt.”
“No,” he managed to squeak out before his arms felt as if they were being torn from the sockets. “You can’t…let me up and let me sit in the chair. There isn’t…what the fuck are you doing this for?”
“Chair, huh? Richey, go and check out what the little prick has hidden in the chair for us.” The man at his back jerked his head around by his hair to look at him. “He’d better not find a nine millimeter there waiting for us.”
Mike froze. That was exactly what was there. Looking around with his eyes because he couldn’t move his head without becoming a bald man, he could see Benny standing near his chair with gloves on searching for the gun. Mike knew he’d been had when he also noticed that his good friend Benny Richey had a flack vest on that had the word POLICE written across it in bold white letters.
“You fucking cock-sucking son of a bastard. You’re a cop.” Mike’s head hit the floor hard enough that he saw stars. “I’m suing you if you do that again.”
And of course, the man at his back popped his head again. “This is not good, Mikey boy. Not good at all. Whatever will the judge think when he finds you’ve had a little piss shooter waiting on us? And one that didn’t work too. Shame on you. Shame, shame.”
Mike looked over at Benny again and glared. The bastard had sold him out and given him a gun that wouldn’t work. Life couldn’t be this cruel to him. He’d been a good person. Well, for the most part anyway. And now one stupid bitch tells lies and here was being treated like a criminal.
He was jerked up off the floor quickly. He wisely kept him mouth shut. Before he could get his bearings he was out the door and into a dark SUV and speeding down the road. Mike looked over at Wilbert when he laughed.
“Didn’t you know a man in as much trouble as you shouldn’t trust anyone? You’re a very stupid man, very. And possession of a fire arm.” Wilbert tisked at him. “Can’t make you look like the outstanding citizen you seem to think you are.”
“I’m going to get off this. And you know it if you read what I told you. I didn’t do a damned thing to those women that they didn’t beg for. Women like these are just begging for some time in the limelight.”
Wilbert laughed again. “If you say so. I will defend you to the best of my ability because the courts say I must, but I hope you rot in a prison.”
Mike had a thought that he might be fucked here, but they were pulling up in the back of the courthouse and he was again being jerked about. His lawyer was being treated like he was royalty while he was being tossed about like he was somebody’s bitch. Things were going to change when he got out of this.
He was shoved in a cell and told to behave. Like he could do anything else. His hands were cuffed behind him and there was a bar between his ankles that kept him from walking correctly. He was handed an orange vest that had been pulled over his head before he’d left the house, but it wasn’t until just now that he realized that it was a flack vest. He frowned when he thought about why someone would think he needed it.
He looked up when the door finally opened and three police officers he’d never seen before came in. He was suddenly nervous, terrified, and sick all at once. One of them barked at him that if he had to go, now was the time to do it. Go where he couldn’t think, unless they were letting him go because they’d figured out it was all a lie, but the officer nodded to the single toilet in the corner. Glancing at it Mike shook his head no. There was no way he was pissing in front of these guys. He just knew they had no intentions of letting him have a moment.