Page 85 of Disobedient Pawn

“I told you we need to get a few things straight,” Morrison said.

“You’re hurting me.”

I was going to kill him. There was a rest stop building with maps and a bathroom, and I raced around back, the guys following close behind.

“What’s going on here,” I asked, taking in the scene.

The deputy sat on a picnic table while the Sheriff held Ren’s arm. What the hell had they been up to?

Morrison rarely looked shocked, but his eyes went wide as we ran up to Ren and came to a stop. I would’ve smirked at the annoyed look in Ren’s eyes if she hadn’t been in such a dangerous situation.

“Go home, boys. This has nothing to do with you,” Morrison said as his deputy stood from the picnic table and wandered over with his hand on his gun.

Ren was still pissed off, but she also looked relieved. That was all I needed to see.

“Naw, I don’t think so.”

“I second that,” Nash said. “You planning on shooting all of us? That may be a little hard to explain to our parents.” Nash nodded toward the deputy.

“No, of course not. Nick is just protective. We weren’t expecting anyone.”

“I can see that. What exactly were you doing, Sheriff,” Nash asked, and as much of a dick as Nash could be, I loved seeing the fear flicker in Morrison’s shit-brown eyes.

“Just having a friendly conversation.”

“You could have a friendly conversation in the police car. You didn’t need to pull into a deserted rest stop for that. So I’ll ask you again, what the fuck are you doing?”

“I need to speak to Ms. Davies…alone.”

Nash stepped forward, and my muscles tensed, ready to jump in.

“Yeah, I don’t fucking think so. Let go of her arm.”

Ren pulled again, and this time Morrison let go, but his hand balled into a fist.

“We need to speak, Ms. Davies,” Morrison said. “It’s important.”

“No, we really don’t.” She backed up until she was surrounded by the five of us. “I’d rather not speak to you ever again.”

“Are you going to force me to arrest you?” Morrison glared at Ren.

“You won’t be arresting anyone tonight. Run along, Sheriff, before I decide to make a few calls and see what you’re really up to,” Nash countered.

Morrison’s face turned a violent shade of red.

“Fine, don’t say I didn’t try to warn you. You’ll regret not listening to what I have to say,” Sheriff Morrison said and stomped away, his deputy following.

Once we were certain the cops were gone, Nash turned his glare on Ren.

“Well, Princess, you going to tell us what the fuck that was all about?”

“I don’t know,” Ren said, her eyes still following Morrison.

“I call bullshit.” Nash took a step toward Ren, and I stepped in between them.

“Let it go for tonight. We can discuss it more later,” I said. Nash rolled his eyes.

“Whatever, let’s go.”