Unbreakable (Haven Falls 6)

The other guy, Office Thomas smirks to himself. “You watch too much TV,” he says, amused before setting the record straight. “Your boyfriend is being arrested due to his involvement with crimes carried out by and for Anton Mathers.”

“Shit,” I hear murmured behind me. Noah comes down and presses a kiss to my neck. “It’s going to be ok. I’ll get it sorted.”

I turn to face Noah and gape at him as though he’s going insane. Clearly, he doesn’t quite grasp the fact that this is a big fucking deal. “It’s not something you can just get sorted. You’re getting arrested, Noah.”

“Trust me, I fucking realize that, but there’s no point freaking out about it,” he says, stepping around me. “Call my mom, ok? She’ll never forgive me if I’m not straight up about this from the start.”

“Shit, Noah,” I groan, watching him step out of the house and putting his hands behind his back so the officers can cuff him.

Officer Langston starts reading him his rights and I shake my head, unable to believe what I’m seeing. I thought Noah was in the clear where it came to Anton, but clearly, we forgot the fact that being out from under Anton’s hold means his protection goes with it and now Noah is free game.

This is not fucking good.

“Love you, Spitfire,” Noah says, grinning at me as he’s being arrested.

“Seriously? You’re smiling about this?”

“Uh huh. What can I say? There’s something amusing about the way you’re worrying about me.”

“You’re an asshole,” I tell him, turning to the cops. “You have my permission to rough him up a bit, maybe throw him in a cell with some guy called ‘Big Mike’ and leave him there overnight.”

Both officers grin before pulling Noah away and I watch with a heavy heart as they put him in the back of their patrol car.

The second the car pulls off the curb, I’m racing for my shoes and my fucking bra. Hell, I don’t even think I’ve done my jeans up. I find my phone and have it jammed between my ear and shoulder as I head out to my car, desperate to get to the police station and make sure Noah knows what the hell he’s doing.

I mean, he was fucking smiling as though this was a walk in the park. Is he nuts? He just got arrested for Christ’s sake and all he could worry about was the look on my face while it was happening. God, I could kill him for putting me through that.

Freaking Anton. I swear, every time we take a step forward, Anton is there to push us back two more.

“Henley?” Violet’s voice says through the phone as I drop down into my Supra. “What’s going on, Sweetie? Is everything alright?”

“Noah just got arrested,” I tell her, not sugar coating anything. “The cops just took him away. I’m heading down there now to see how bad it is.”

“What?” she shrieks. “He got arrested? What the hell for?”

“Anton,” I say bluntly. “My guess is that they already knew Noah was working for him and have a good idea of his involvement, and now that Anton has let him go, that means Noah is free for all. The cops can finally charge him without Anton standing in the way.”

“Damn it,” Violet groans in frustration. “I’ll be there in twenty. If you see that idiot, tell him to keep his damn mouth shut. I’ll have to call our lawyer.”

Violet ends the call and I don’t doubt that she’s already busy dialing the lawyer.

I get my ass down to the police station and end up arriving at the same time as Noah. The patrol car is taken around back while I have no choice but to go through the front, narrowly missing my chance of seeing him.

I wonder what the hell is going through his mind. I wonder if he’s scared, or anxious, or if he’s just rolling with the punches, not fazed at all. Hell, he’s probably just pissed off that he got pulled away right when things were about to heat up as he and I both know; there’s nothing better then when things heat up. It’s as though our bodies were made for one another.

I make my way into the station and the first person I see is the cop who tried to hit on me the last time I came in here looking for my boyfriend. He explains that Noah is out back and that I won’t have any access to him until they’ve finished doing everything they need to do, which could take a while.

He insists that I go home and come back later, but like hell I’ll be doing that. I won’t be leaving this station until I know exactly what’s going on and I don’t doubt that Noah would do exactly the same thing for me.