I heard their footsteps grow closer.
"Mr. Stephens, I feel it's my duty to forewarn you about certain events." When he stopped, I continued, "That son of yours doesn't take kindly to people saying hurtful words to me. I might not stop him from hurting you, but since the law is present right now, I figure Brady shouldn't chance another arrest. He's going to want to hurt you and I figure the only way to stop him is if you're already hurt. So…."
I tightened my hold on the poker and looked beyond Frank Stephens' shoulder to see Brady turn into the room with Deputy Doug beside him. They stopped and Frank Stephens cursed out, "You think I'm afraid of your threats. You're nothing, but a little whore that was born a mistake and you'll die—"
Brady jerked forward with his hands already in fists. That's when I swung the poker with all my weight behind it. The poker slammed into Frank Stevens' face and he fell to the ground. It was so quick and it was done just as quick. Silence filled the room as Frank Stephens lay there, shocked, until he started to get back up with more threats.
Brady started forward, but I turned again and hit Frank Stephens over his back once, twice, and then again. He wouldn't shut up. I was surprised he didn't back, but the liquor might've helped me.
Then I was jerked from behind and pulled backwards. As my arms were pulled behind, I looked up and met Brady's eyes. His were shocked when mine were calm. "I didn't want you to hurt him. I didn't want you to go to jail again."
Deputy Doug spoke from behind me, "I need to arrest you, Rayna….I'm sorry."
I started to cry, but I nodded. "Brady has to come with us. He can't stay here."
"I'll make sure of it."
As I was led outside and placed in the back seat of the squad car, I watched what was happening. Brady followed and lingered on the front steps of the house. Kid's car pulled back into the driveway. An instant later, he and Clarissa both got out with shocked looks on their faces when they saw where I was. When they went to Brady, an ambulance arrived, and paramedics went inside. After that, I closed my eyes. I didn't care what else happened because Brady wasn't alone. The front door of the police car opened.
Brady crawled inside. "What happened in there?"
My voice was hoarse. "He was angry and saying a bunch of bad stuff to me. He wouldn't stop, Brady. I knew you were coming in. I didn't want you to hurt him because you'd get hurt worse."
"He can't hurt me, Rayna."
But, he could. And I knew it. Frank Stephens had kept quiet for so many years about Brady being his son, but he'd done it because he was scared of losing his business. He didn't have much to lose now. I might not be all-knowing and worldly about men like Clarissa, but I saw a quality in Frank Stephens that I knew very well. It was in Brady too. He felt his world crumbling and he was going to take as many down with him as possible. If Brady had physically attacked Frank Stephens, all bets were off. Everything would be told and I wasn't sure if I wanted Brady to learn about his parentage that way. It didn't matter now because I was the one who'd hurt Frank, not Brady. Brady would be okay. I was sure of it now.
"You really did him one. I'm surprised he didn't swing back at you. Viola is going to be so proud."
I laughed and then whimpered as pain shot down my arms.
"What's wrong?"
"My arms hurt." I tried to lift them, but they were too weak.
Brady nodded. "You really walloped him. I'm sure you pulled a muscle doing that. You're nothing but a hundred plus? A pint-size girl took down Frank Stephens. Even Kid's impressed. I think Clarissa has a newfound lesbian crush on you."
I laughed weakly as I felt tears slide down my cheeks. "I'm a mess, Brady."
He slipped two fingers through the bars and caught my hand. "I'll clean you up."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
My heart skipped a beat when I looked in his eyes.
CHAPTER TWENTY THREE
"Why did you assault Frank Stephens?" Deputy Doug interrogated me with one leg propped by his phone and his chair tipped backwards.
Deputy Doug should've handcuffed me. As I rubbed where they could've been, I was thankful he hadn't. "Because I didn't want Brady to get into any more trouble."
He slammed a hand on his desk. "You can't say that, Rayna. Any second now, Frank Stephens' hotshot lawyer is going to sweep through those doors. I can't help you after that. It'll go over my head. I've already been lenient bringing you in here and not cuffing you. I might get my rear-end handed to me for the likes of you."
"Did you get a hold of my grandmother?"
"Already told you. She ain't answering the phone. It don't matter none. Judge Bailor's coming in to discuss the situation. You're eighteen. Brady can post your bail if you need it." As he eyed me, he added, "Besides, we both know you ain't in any trouble with your grandmomma. She's going to have a parade when she hears what you've done."
Brady Remington Landed Me in Jail
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