Page 63 of Raw Honey
"Goodnight, sweetheart. Let us know if Rebel needs anything," he says, kissing the top of her head.
"I will."
"Me too," I say. "I'm beat." I make my way out of the kitchen and up to my room. Before I get too far the doorbell rings. Ice walks over to answer the door.Who could be stopping by at this time of night?
Sgt. Briggs walks inside Ice's house, followed by two other men. One is a uniformed officer and the other is Joe Russo, Grayson's twin. He's the man that has been threatening Emma and the reason why we left Edinboro and went to Ireland.
I don’t run from Sgt. Briggs anymore. It’s a relief that he knows everything now, but I still can’t fight the ache that I feel every time I see him. My heart hurts for everything that we’ve lost, as well as the fact that I know he’ll never forgive me for all that I have done. I deserve that…but it doesn’t make it any easier to swallow.
I can see the disgust on Ice's face. The general camaraderie in the house suddenly stops as Emma walks over to Ice. She gasps at the resemblance that Joe Russo has to Mark Grayson and she reaches for Ice’s arm for support.
"Hello, Emma," Russo says. Emma's hand tightens on Ice's arm and she begins to tremble. Russo says, "Good to see you again." He winks at her and it makes my skin crawl. This sick fuck did a number on Emma by switching places with his brother. That explains why she had said that there were times when it felt like she was dating two different men. What sick bastards.
Briggs steps close to Ice and whispers something in his ear, and then louder so that everyone can hear, he says, "Caden Jackson, you are under arrest for the murder of Mark Grayson. 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 your rights as I have read them to you?"
"Caden!" Emma screams. "No!" She pulls his arm away as Briggs tries to place him in handcuffs. When her efforts don't work in her favor, she throws her arms around him and begins to cry hysterically. "You can't take him!"
Hawk walks over to her and pulls her off him. "It's ok, baby," Ice says. He looks directly at Hawk and says, "Call the Vitalis and get Sainte here."
I recognize the Vitali name, but who is Sainte?Hawk nods as if he knows exactly what needs to be done. He always does.
Ice turns back toward Emma and says, "Everything's gonna be alright, darl’n. Take care of our kid. I love you both."
"Caden! No!" Emma cries again. Hawk tries to settle her down, but it's really not working.
"Caden, do you understand?" Briggs repeats.
"Yes," he replies. Briggs nods and walks him to the door. Emma continues to scream hysterically, which isn't good for her or the baby.
I silently watch this whole thing play out. Emma breaks down as they take the man she loves away in handcuffs. We all know that he's being arrested for murder. We also know that he committed said murder, for her.
My blood begins to boil. Suddenly the hard face of jealousy emerges and all the hate and anger from when she first arrived resurfaces. Everything was perfect before she came along. I had Ice and we were happy. Never in a million years did I think he had some long-lost girlfriend that would come back into his life and ruin everything he and I had together.
But she did. And even though I have grown to like Emma, I can't control this jealousy when it rears its ugly head. As I hear the car drive off into the night, I make a vow to myself. If Ice ends up spending the rest of his life in jail, friendship be damned, I'll never forgive her.
Why did things have to change? When I came to this club, Ice took me in, gave me a place to live and a job. He was my savior and I loved him for it. I still love him. Hell, I’ll always love him. Probably not in the way I did then, at least I don’t think so. I'm moving on, but I just can’t turn those feelings off. I’m loyal to the core, and when someone fucks with someone I love, I don't take it too well.
I wish I had known that this was gonna happen. Hell, I should have known. I should have prevented it. But, nothing, absolutely nothing could have prepared me for this – even if I had known.
I’ll never forgive her for this. If he ends up doing real time for this, I swear I will make her worst nightmare seem like a happy place.
