“No, no statement. I’m not pressing charges,” Mitch interjects like he has some say in the matter.
“Mitch, you know that can’t happen.” It’s Sterling who tries to make him see some sense. Mitch needs to learn he can trust the system. Letting his brother get away with this is not doing him any favors.
“But it’s only going to make him angrier. He’s just trying to look out for me.” Jesus, even after being hurt by his own brother, he’s still trying to protect him.
“Mitch, your brother's not looking out for you like family should.” I try this time, but he’s not listening. He only has eyes for Liberty.
“Please, Liberty. I don’t ask for much. Please don’t make me press charges.” His voice wavers, like he’s unsure he really wants what he’s asking for.
“How about we talk about this later?” I step in before Liberty can waver. “You need to get to the hospital, and Mitch needs to get home.” I can see her wanting to argue, but Mitch cuts her off.
“Please, just get checked out, Liberty.”
“Don’t think this is over, Mitch,” she concedes, her breathing becoming shallower. “I’m not letting this go.” She scolds him in a disciplinary way only she manages to make hot.
Jesus, Sterling’s right. She’s under my skin. The only problem is, I don’t have time to sit there and pick her out. There are, however, plenty of other successful ways I can get her out of my system.
My cock in her * is one of them.
“You're lucky it wasn’t anything more, Miss Jenson,” the doctor tells Liberty four hours later after giving her a diagnosis. Bruised ribs and a slight concussion.
“I told you I was fine.” She turns to face me, pain etched over her forehead.
“Better to be safe, Liberty,” I tell her, not in the slightest bit put out I made her come in. After dropping off Mitch to Boys Haven, we came back to take Liberty’s statement. While she gave us what she could, we didn’t get much in a way of a lead. We left to finish up our tour with a few more domestics and traffic violations before I headed back over to check in with her.
“Officer Hetcherson is right, which is why tonight I suggest you have someone around to keep an eye on you. Is there someone I can call?”
“Ahh,” she pauses, “is it really necessary?” she asks, looking more put out than before.
“You’re more than welcome to stay the night here,” he offers, probably thinking she doesn’t have anyone.
“No, it’s fine. I really want my own bed. I’ll call my dad,” she concedes, not looking happy about it.
“Good. So I want you to take it easy for the next couple of days. No working. Headaches are normal; however, if anything becomes too severe, come straight back here. Understood?”
“Understood. Thanks, Doc.”
“Let me get your release papers ready and you’ll be on your way. Be sure to pick up your meds for pain relief.” He hands her a prescription to get filled and steps out, leaving us alone.
“You want me to call your dad?” I ask, wondering why she hasn’t called anyone already. When I rocked up earlier, I was expecting some family present.
“Honestly, Hetch, I'll be fine.” The little witch had no intention of calling in anyone to stay with her.
“You heard the doctor. You’re not being released without someone to look after you.”
“Please, Hetch, my parents are old, they'll be asleep already. I don’t want to stress them.”
“Do you have anyone else you can call?”
“I don’t want to bother anyone.” I don’t say anything right away, frustration over this woman burning stronger with every interaction I have with her.
“Then I’ll take you home and stay with you,” I offer blindly. She arches a brow like she’s ready to argue, until the nurse comes in with some paperwork, stopping all conversation.
I step back, letting her do her thing, listening to Liberty’s answers to her questions.
“Will you be taking her home tonight?” the older nurse asks me, bringing me into the conversation.
“Yes.”
“No.” We both answer at the same time. The nurse’s brow spikes as a knowing smirk covers her face.
“Yes, I will be taking Miss Jenson home tonight,” I answer again, leaving no room for argument.
“You don’t have to.” Of course, Liberty still argues.
“Considering I’m going the same way, to the same place, why don’t you just say 'thanks, Hetch, I’d appreciate it'?” She bites her lip, holding back either a smirk or a smart retort.
Probably both.
“Thanks, Hetch. I’d appreciate it.” She shocks me with her compliance.
“You’re welcome.” I turn back to the nurse, ready to give her any information she needs.
“Well, now that’s settled, I just need a few signatures here, and you’ll be good to go.” She gives me a wink, letting me know she likes my play.