Red Leather (Book 2)

Chapter 15

Chapter 15

The drug bust was fast and chaotic, and I barely had the time to pull down my dress before an officer had my hands cuffed together. I struggled as best as I could, caught up in the shouts and hysteria that surrounded me.

But I was no match. Not when the battles were hand-to-hand.

My vision blurred in and out, and I was unable to focus on anything substantial. An officer had me bound tightly, and was moving me along to the front of the club, all the way to the police cars lined up on the curb. Red and blue flashed harshly, the sirens rendering me deaf, and all I could feel was the sluggish throb of blood pumping its way through my veins.

Tainted blood. Contaminated with cocaine and alcohol and whatever else I might have taken.

Renee Griffin had been defeated. Momentarily, of course. There was no way I was going to stay submissive.

Eli took residence beside me, and the officers sped us away, refusing to take any shit we might have given them. We remained silent. I closed my eyes and tried to get my thoughts together, fiddling my way through the drug-induced haze and coming up with the only thought I had left to give.

Eli had done this on purpose.

The seduction in the middle of the club, straining my secrets out of me, and then drugging me up with whatever he had given me. None of it was a coincidence. He had a motive.

So did I.

We were taken to a police station, of course. As I was marched down into the overnight cells, before being forced to take a drug test and coming up with flying colours, I noticed that there were a lot less people being taken in than there were at the club. The couple having sex on the blue couch seemed to have gotten away. The toothless man was nowhere to be seen, either.

 "Name?" A man in uniform tapped at his clipboard, glaring down with disgust.

I licked my lips, trying to get some moisture into them. "Renee." There was no use lying. Daddy would find out eventually.

"Renee who? I need a full name," he snapped.

"Griffin." Eli was filling in the same details, his broad shoulders hunched and his head down. He must have had a lot of experience with authority, as they didn't even need to know his address to know where he lived.

He was clever. So, so clever.

Could I really afford to make an enemy of him?

The officer passed me a small device, wiping down the small tube protruding from the top. "I want you to blow hard into the breathalyser for at least five seconds." I did what I was told, hating every minute of it. The digits climbed up and down, stopping at a dangerous .19.  

He took it away, scribbling down into his clipboard. "That's a heady mix of depressants and stimulants you've taken, sweetheart." His tone was acidic. Abruptly, he pulled me from where I was seated, forcing my handcuffed arms together. "You'll be staying with us for a while."

The jail cell was small and crowded, filled with people from various stages of unconsciousness. With the drugs still in my system, faint but tangible, it wasn't difficult at all to see why I was so angry.

And I was. Oh, I was so angry.

It was an anger that I'd never felt before; not at all like the fury I felt when Byron had fucked me over, or when Daddy found a girlfriend. It even went beyond letting Chloe go unharmed.

"How have I done? Did I pass your little test?" I asked quietly, darkly, knowing very well that he could hear me. We sat on the floor, side by side, my bare legs gathering stares from both passing officers and offenders alike. We would only stay for a night – that I was certain of. Daddy would bail me out. He would be disappointed, but he would do it.