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through the decimating aftermath.
    “Alright, Gale. I mean, Lt. Davis,” Jesse responded, jeering the officer. “What can we do for you on this fine Sunday evening? Here to share the good word from the great Rev. Collins with all of us broken, hell bound sinners?”
    “Don’t be smartass, Miller.”
    As soon as the words left Officer Roberts’ mouth, my throat constricted, blocking my airway. Tension blasted through the room as Hercules stepped out from the shadows. He straddled his legs open wide and flexed his fists, tightening up his massive forearms.
    The officers responded by snapping in his direction, both palming their sidearm.
    Lt. Davis locked his gaze on the enforcer, but addressed Jesse. “Tell your man here to stand down, Miller. Trust me, this is not how you want this to go down.”
    All of the air was sucked out of the room. My pulse hammered in my temples as I searched faces. Ruth stood at one end of the room, folding her arms across her breasts. Her gaze bounced between the cops and her husband. Jesse had one arm folded, tucked under the other while he casually scratched his scruff.
    Looking at Ronin, the nape of my neck tingled as I witnessed the hard expression on his face, the same face that I saw that night eight long years ago. His full lips were hard and twisted. His jaw clenched, causing the thick veins in his bulging neck to pop. He flared his nostrils, his chest heaving with every breath.
    He appeared to be oblivious to the pathetic, skanky redhead hanging off his side. Instead, his raging eyes were scorching a hole right through me. My legs turned to rubber at the intense fire in his pools of chocolate. He stared at me as if we were the only two people in the world.
    Jesse cleared his throat and snickered. “Come on, Herc. These fine gentlemen are just doing their job.”
    Hercules took a tiny step backwards, but was clearly ready for battle.
    “Now fellas, why don’t you get down to business before the big guy gets bored,” Jesse said as he sat down and took a bite of his fajita.
    Lt. Davis stepped closer to the table. “I’m sure you already know why we’re here.” His gaze moved from Jesse to Ronin. “We have to take you in, son.”
    A shudder rippled through my body. I gripped the table to steady my legs.
    “That’s bullshit!”
    “Jessa, sit your ass down.”
    My sister’s chin dropped and she stared at her father for a few seconds before falling backwards onto the bench.
    I fought back the urge to ask what the hell was going on, but this wasn’t my fight. This wasn’t my life. Never again.
    “Son, you knew it was coming. Cuff him, Roberts. Ronin Steele, you’re under arrest for the murder of Alex Hector Numar. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can, and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you. Do you understand the rights I have just read to you?”
    Ronin nodded.
    I choked back a heavy sob. The air was snuffed out of my lungs like a crushing blow, leaving me winded. Alex Numar. I hadn’t heard that name in years. Over eight years to be exact.
    “Don’t worry about this bullshit. We’ll get Sanders on the phone and have him downtown in no time. Don’t let ‘em get in your head. We’ve got it covered. In the meantime, don’t say a fucking word.”
    “Sir.” Ronin said through a stone expression.
    Officer Roberts escorted Ronin out of the room and ushered him out the front door. Lt. Davis wrinkled his nose. “That halfwit ambulance chaser? This is some serious shit, Miller. You might want to dig a little deeper if you care about your boy at all.”
    For the first time since the police had arrived, Jesse Miller snapped at the officer. “Mind your own fucking business. This is my family.”
    “I’ll meet him down at the station.” The shaky words somehow managed to escape through the invisible chokehold on my throat.
    “Like hell you