Chapter 17

KY

I couldn’t believe the stones on Bea’s ex-fiancé. The fact that Law showed up with that bogus marriage certificate pissed me off to the point of seeing red. If it weren’t for the death grip Bea had on my hand, I would have already put a fist through his fucking teeth.

“You need to get that motherfucker muzzled before he says anything else.” I warned the guards.

“If it helps, we have everything he said on body cam, since we were recently equipped with them for the times when we have to remove someone from the premises.”

Ky nodded and I felt him relax a bit. “That’s good. Then the prosecutor will be interested to hear that Lawson set everything with Sandra - that ended with her trying to kill Bea - into motion. They should charge him as an accomplice in her crimes.”

“No! I had nothing to do with her attacking Bea.” Law denied before he turned his full attention to my future wife. “I swear, Bea, I love you still. I would never do something like that.”

“It seems to me that even you don’t know the limits to what you will and won’t do to suit your own needs. I thought you leaving me with a breakup note on our wedding day, just moments before I was supposed to walk down the aisle, was bad. You keep proving that your bullshit went so much deeper. I don’t even know who the hell you are and I’m ashamed to say I ever dated you, let alone agreed to be married to you.”

“No. Don’t say that! You don’t mean it.” Bea’s ex pleaded with her.

“Oh, I absolutely mean it. Honestly, my hope is that a little jail time will set you straight and make you realize that the world doesn’t revolve around you and your wants alone.”

Before he could respond again, the security officers moved out of the way to allow two sheriff’s deputies into the room. “Lawson Gregory, you are under arrest for filing false documents with the Clerk of Court.”

“You may end up adding to his charges based on what he admitted while our body cams were rolling.” One of the guards added helpfully. I gave him a courtesy nod which he returned.

“We’ll take this out of the room, so you can recuperate, but we do need to get a statement from you soon, Ms. Robeson.”

“She has to get X-rays before she can be discharged, but we can stop by the department afterward, if she’s feeling up to it.” I offered. Anything that would help keep Sandra behind bars, even if it was a little uncomfortable for Bea, it would be worth it. “Bea will also need a no contact order for both Sandra and Lawson.”

“We will let the sheriff and magistrate know to expect that.”

“What? Bea is in no danger from me!” Law denied loudly.

“Look at where she is, asshole,” I shot back at him. “She’s in here because of bullshit you set into motion.”

“I didn’t think Sandra would hurt her.”

“Well, you don’t seem to have a whole lot going on in that brain of yours, so I’m not too surprised.”

“Fuck you, Ky!”

“You might want to lube up before you’re booked, dickwad!” I hit back. “The boys in prison are going to eat you up with that face.”

We watched as the deputies cuffed Lawson, read him his rights, and removed him from the room. “We’ll make sure that the authorities get our footage. Take care of yourself, Miss.” The security officers left just after the deputies and then the nurse who had come in with Law was the only one who remained behind.

“No offense, honey, but your life sounds a lot like a soap opera.”

Bea laughed until she winced. “Yeah, you can say that again.”

“Let’s get you down for those X-rays. I have a feeling you’ll be due for more pain meds by the time you’re done.” The nurse turned to me after that. “I don’t know that she’ll be up to giving a statement today because of the drugs they’re giving her for pain, but when she does give it, you might want to time it so that she makes the statement just before she’s due for more meds. She needs to take them about every four-to-six hours as needed for the first two days and then she can wean down from there.”

It took another three hours at the hospital before someone could read the X-rays and decide that Bea didn’t have any fractures or breaks in her hip or knee. By then she just wanted to get home and go to sleep, so I sent a message to one of the deputies who had slipped us his card. I let them know they could come to the apartment to speak to her, since she wasn’t up to a bunch of traveling around.

In all honesty, they didn’t really need her statement, since there was video evidence of everything that happened with Sandra. The rent-a-cops for the hospital also had video of Law’s admission. If there was such a thing as justice, Law would serve the full ten years possible for falsifying documents and Sandra would be buried under the fucking courthouse for hurting Bea the way she did.

“I know it isn’t possible yet, but the minute they clear up the fraudulent marriage certificate issue, we’re getting married again - this time for real. I could have lost you and you would never have legally been my wife. That isn’t something I can accept.”

My woman offered a tiny smile and then leaned her head to the side. “When we get home, all I want to do is snuggle into your side and listen to your heartbeat. When she came at me in that car, I didn’t think I’d ever have that luxury again.”

“I think we can arrange that.” After I got Bea out to my car, and carefully buckled her in, she closed her eyes and leaned her head against the window. There was no way she could be asleep yet, but I didn’t want to bother her with needless conversation. Josh had sent me the video his buddy took of the attempt on Bea’s life with the car. He mumbled excuses about why his friend was taking video of Bea walking to begin with, but it was something that I’d overlooked because I was thankful there was evidence of that bitch’s double attempt to end my woman’s life. If she wasn’t in jail, I’d be tempted to return the favor on her, only I wouldn’t fuck it up. The bitch would be dead for what she put Bea through. Logically, I knew that Law couldn’t have foreseen Sandra’s actions, but I still blamed him for his part in trying to keep me and Bea apart, especially since he didn’t even seem to want her back then. Then again, he was the asshole who had kept her dangling from a string in the hopes that he would have a backup plan.

“Stupid fucker,” I mumbled out loud.

“What?” Bea asked as her head tilted in my direction.

“Nothing, sorry, sweetheart. I’d tell you to get some rest, but we’ll be at the house soon.”

“What about my medication?”

“They phoned the prescription in, and your mom went to pick it up, along with some supplies, so that you wouldn’t have to wait in the car or walk around while you’re feeling like crap. Your knee and hip might not have a break in them, but they’re still sore and standing on them too long might cause more swelling.”

“Thank you for taking care of me.” She whispered.

“You never have to thank me for that, sweetheart.”