“Pull over!” Killyama ordered, practically yelling.
“What for?” Hammer took his eyes off the road to stare at her in the rearview mirror.
“I want Jonas to switch seats with me.”
“I’m not pulling over. The Last Riders could be behind us out of sight.”
“Oh, and did I forget to mention that he would work your shift if you want to get ready for the party?”
Killyama tried to climb into the front seat, but Jonas wouldn’t budge. Giving up, she had to listen to Sasha talk about Train’s attributes until they reached the interstate, which took an hour. When she ran out of things to say about him, she started talking about Rider. Apparently, he wasn’t as perfect as Train, because she started discussing Crash after five minutes.
“Oh, my God. Will someone shoot me already? Bitch, I know you’re making this shit up.”
“I’m not lying, I swear. If you take me back, they won’t be mad anymore. Well, maybe just a little.” She stared at her beseechingly then started crying again.
Killyama reached into the console, taking out the tissues and handing them to her.
“Thank you. Do you know if the other women prisoners are going to beat me up or make me their bitch?”
Killyama rubbed her forehead. They were still two hours away from the jail.
“You’ve been watching too much television. You’ve been in jail before.”
“I was only there for two hours before Moon bonded me out.”
“Moon must have someone in his back pocket to have you bonded out so fast.”
Sasha wiped her eyes with the tissue. “Not enough to manage to get the charges dropped. Please take me back.”
“Running away doesn’t solve anything. You need to face the charges. Were you just going to hide out for the rest of your life?”
“No, Diamond was trying to fix things for me.”
“Diamond and The Last Riders were putting their ass on the line by protecting you. It was only a matter time before the authorities in Ohio grew tired of waiting for Knox to arrest you. Would you be happy if Knox was arrested? Or Diamond lost her license to practice law? You say you care about Train and Rider; would you have cared if the State Police came knocking on the clubhouse door and one of them were hurt trying to sneak you out?”
Shamefaced, Sasha stared down at her lap. “I didn’t think of that. I’m so used to Viper and Moon taking care of things that I didn’t consider they could get hurt.”
“You’re a grown-ass woman. The only one who needs to be handling your business is you. Do you know how many women are behind bars because they trusted a man?” Killyama shook her head at the woman. “Do what you have to do to get this trouble taken care of without getting any of your friends hurt, and then get a new start on a future you control.”
Sasha’s crying stopped, and she remained quiet for the rest of the trip. Killyama expected her to start the waterworks again when they stopped at the jail and she helped her out of the back seat, but she remained calm.
Killyama watched as she was taken into the in-take room while Jonas filled out the paperwork. She could see Sasha pulling out her empty pockets.
Killyama asked a standing guard nearby if Ron was on duty. Then she asked if she could talk to him.
Waiting impatiently for him to show, Killyama watched as Sasha was told to remove her shoes by a female guard. The woman’s lips were beginning to tremble again.
“Hi, Rae. How can I help you?”
Hammer and Jonas frowned at her in puzzlement as she turned toward Ron.
“I have a favor to ask.”
“I’ll see what I can do. What do you need?” Ron was one of the few men she had grown to like since she had started working in this field. He was fifty years old and thirty pounds overweight, with a wife who was as in love with him as he with her.
Killyama walked to the side so no one could hear their conversation. “Could you give the woman I brought in her own cell and make sure no one messes with her? If you can lose her paperwork for a few days, I would appreciate it.”
“What was she wanted for?”
“Theft. She’s going to get her charges cleared. Her ex framed her.”
“We’ve heard that one before.”
“I believe her.” At his doubting look, she put her hand on his arm. “Come on; she’s scared.”
“She should be.”
“Please.”
He sighed heavily. “Okay, but this is the last time. When are you going to stop listening to the sob stories these runners are feeding you?”
“I guess when you get promoted out of here, I won’t have anyone to help me out.”
“You’re too kindhearted. The last one you tried to help was back in jail the next day.”