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bogus charges. “Sexual voyeurism.”
    Dalton heard Mace breathing over the silence that followed
the explanation of his incarceration. He could only imagine what he was
thinking.
    Mace’s voice finally breeched the silence. “That’s a pretty
tough charge to get bail on, Apollo. You’ll be lucky to get out of there for a
quarter mil. Plus, it’ll take me a bit to get your bail set. And how will you
be paying for it? You’re looking at a felony, kid.”
    Apollo cleared his throat, shifting his bulky weight
uneasily. “Well, that’s not all of it.” He could visualize the look of
confusion on Mace’s face as he remained vague.
    “What do you mean?”
    Face crinkled up as he rocked back on his heels, he expelled
a large breath that he had been holding in. “I was also booked for resisting
arrest.”
    “Are you fucking kidding me?” Mace exploded over the phone,
a feminine voice murmuring in the background. “Sorry, Amy. I’ll be right there.
You’ve got some fucking explaining to do.”
    Apollo heard the silence of the dead line, then placed the
receiver back on the cradle. Turning around, he nearly slammed into Walker. He
should have known the fucker was snooping. “Can I help you?”
    Walker sneered at him, hooking his thumbs into his leather
belt. “Yeah, take a long walk off a short pier there, Kilpatrick. It’ll make
the world a safer place.”
    Apollo balled up his fists at his side; his jaw was
beginning to hurt from all the clenching and teeth grinding he was doing to
keep his trap shut. “No, what would have made it safer in this world was if
your mom would have swallowed.”
    Brain-to-mouth filter definitely malfunctioned, and Apollo
paid for it when Walker whipped out his ASP once more and cracked him across
the back of his knees, forcing him to drop to the ground in a surge of pain.
    Hissing, it took everything he had to refrain from knocking
the shit out of the deputy. Apollo forced himself to maintain eye contact with
Walker, knowing his eyes were hard and flinty, hiding the shockwave of pain
that was bouncing like a pinball through his legs. Pushing himself back up,
Apollo rolled his head from side to side, counting silently to ten…make that
twenty.
    “Keep it up, Kilpatrick, and I’ll make you scream like a
bitch.”
    Apollo smirked, a single brow rising as he chuckled. “That’s
what she said.”
    Another deputy wandered in just as Walker lifted his ASP for
another round of human piñata. Apollo laughed under his breath as he made his
way back to his cell to wait for Mace’s arrival. Once the heavy metal door
slammed shut, he laid his large frame on the stiff cot to try and make the time
tick tock by faster.
     
    * * * *
     
    “Get the fuck up, Kilpatrick.”
    His eyes fluttered open and a slow yawn followed. Apollo
arched his back as he stretched large and in charge. Swinging his too-long legs
off the cot and onto the floor, his fingers scratched at the two-day stubble
littered across his chin and cheeks.
    Grunting at the deputy that ordered him awake, he sniffed as
he rose and yawned again, then headed for the cell door. “What’s for
breakfast?”
    “How about a piece of humble pie?” Mace stepped out from
behind the deputy, nodding to Apollo. “I’ll take it from here, Deputy
Sutcliffe.”
    The officer nodded, unlocking the cell door then giving it a
push to slide open.
    Apollo hung his head, rubbing the back of his skull with the
flat of his hand, hip pushed out to the side as he rested his weight on one
leg. “Thanks, Mace.”
    “Don’t thank me yet, brother.” Mace snorted, stepping aside
to let Dalton step by him and out of his imprisonment. “You better be groveling
to Amy. She was pissed when I left the house at the butt crack of dawn to
rescue your ass. Do you not know that a pregnant and pissed-off wife is not a
good thing?”
    “I didn’t—”
    Mace lifted his hand up in a stop motion, then slowly shook
his head as his eyes inconspicuously darted up and to