I sling myself into the SUV, growling as Seamus and Connor climb in.
“Mellie said she wants me or no one. Get the feck out of the car,” I snap at them. Connor flashes a shit-eating grin from the back seat, and Seamus waves a hand dismissively at me.
“Sure, and she’s getting you. We’re just along for the ride. She didn’t say you couldn’t bring back up. Just drive.”
“Do you honestly think we’re letting you walk into a police station alone?” Connor snorts, rolling his eyes. I flip him off, pulling out of the parking lot.
The desk officer does a double-take when the three of us walk into the station.
“M-Mr. Fitzpatrick,” she stammers at Seamus, her eyes dancing nervously over me. “C-can I help you with something?”
“We’re here to collect a woman, Mellie Rogan,” Seamus answers her easily, looking completely at home.
Connor flashes a charming smile at the woman, and despite herself, she offers him a small smile back, clearing her throat.
“That would be Amelia Rogan?” she clarifies.
“Aye, it would be,” I growl. Her eyes dart to me, and the blood drains from her face.
“I’ll just call it through,” she gulps, snatching up the phone at the desk, and murmuring into it.
After a beat, a Vice cop in a suit wanders out. “I heard Seamus Fitzpatrick and his Reaper had come to pay us a visit.”
He smirks at us, and Seamus raises an eyebrow, his face otherwise a mask of boredom.
“And you came to gawk like it’s a zoo,” he drawls, frowning at the Vice cop’s face. “Shouldn’t you be sitting in an unmarked Crown Vic out the front of my club pissing in a bottle?”
The cop bares his teeth in a snarl at Seamus’s insolent question, but he bites his tongue when another cop comes out. Also, a Vice cop.
“You gentlemen here for Amelia Rogan?” He sounds both surprised and displeased. Imagine that. I’m feeling both of those things too.
“And so we are,” Seamus confirms easily. The cop blinks, his eyes flickering over the three of us.
“She said she was calling her boyfriend.” His eyes narrow. “He works security at your club. Where’s he?”
Boyfriend, huh? I consider our relationship a little more all-consuming, but I’ll take what I can get.
“That’d be me,” I rumble, shouldering past Seamus, ignoring the looks of surprise he and Connor shoot me.
The cop loses all the blood from his face.
“You’reher boyfriend?” he asks like the very idea sickens him.
I’m fast losing patience with this situation. I want to get my Mellie, and I want out of this fucking place.
“And so I am. Where is she?”
He recovers himself. “Ms. Rogan is being held on charges of prostitution -.” He cuts off extremely quickly at the bone-chilling animal snarl that rips out of my chest. They’re accusing my Mellie ofwhat?
“I’m sure you can understand why we just can’t release her to anyone who walks in claiming to be in a relationship with her,” he continues stiffly, flinching as I take a menacing step toward him.
Seamus and Connor both grab the back of my jacket.
“Your allegations are baseless,” Seamus snorts at the dead man. “What evidence do you have for such a claim?”
The Vice cop shifts uncomfortably, mumbling something about receiving a tip-off.
“You honestly think thathisgirlfriend is running around selling her body?” Connor tips his head at me, and the cop pales further.