52- Alex
I’d been sitting in this interrogation room for what seemed like an eternity. The cops who had shown me in here, had come to check on me once. My phone and wallet had been taken, along with the keys to Sota’s sedan.
He was going to be pissed.
What the fuck was going on? Why did they have Joey in the other room?
Surely, this was about me?
The door finally opened again, and the pair of cops who had pulled us over walked in. They had a small brown er bag, and it dropped onto the table.
“Mr. Kazumi, you’re not under arrest, but we have a few questions we need to go through with you.”
Did this have something to do with the break–ins? Because if it did, then I was going to kick Aoto’s ass. It was supposed to be dealt with in–house.
*Sure.
“Okay, for the record. You are Mr. Alexander Kazumi? Born December first, nineteen–ninety–one?”
“Yes.” I replied. I knew how to keep my answers short and sweet. I didn’t want to give them anything they might be able to
TWIST.
“And tonight, you were pulled over, by ourselves.”
“Yes.”
“The reason we pulled you over, was because you ran a stop sign”
“Yes.”
That didn’t warrant them dragging us down to the station. We cooperated, and I would have paid whatever fine they wanted
me to pay.
“The reason we bought you down to the precinct, is because of your passenger.”
I stared at the cops in front of me. “What?”
“Miss Jolene Brewster. Are you aware there has been a welfare check request made for her? Or that her safety has come into question?”
Again, I stared, and one of the cops pulled out his phone, tapping at it a couple of times before he placed it down, and my brother’s voice slithered out of the phone.
“Hi, my name is Jacob Kazumi. I’m really worried about my girlfriend, Jolene Brewster. We had a fight, and I left her hotel room. When I went back to try and talk to her, she was gone. I think maybe my brother might have come and gotten her. She isn’t well, she’s a little delusional and my brother, Alex is a dangerous man. Can someone please do a welfare check on her? They might be in New York.”
The cop picked up the phone and put it back in his pocket.
I stared at the spot it had been.
If I could have gotten to my brother right now, I would have wrapped my hands around his throat and throttled him, until there wasn’t a single shred of life left in his body. How fucking dare, he pull this shit and what was this about Joey being his girlfriend? What the fuck happened to his ‘wife“?
“Alex?”
I looked up at the cops. “huh?”
*How long have you known Joelene?”
“Since she was ten. She and my brother had been best friends since then.”
“Had?”
Fuck, did I have to give them a play–by–play of what had happened over the last three months?
“Joey and Jake aren’t really friends anymore, because he’s a wanker.”
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The cops looked at each other and then back to me. “Did you bring Joey back to New York against her will?”
Had she said that?
No. Jake had said that, or at least implied it.
“No. I did not bring Jolene back to New York against her will. She is a trauma nurse at Mount Sinai. She has been living with me for the last two months because we are seeing each other.”
One of the cops was writing this down and I wanted to rip the notebook out of his hand and shove it up his “And how did this happen?”
“What happened? Joey and I together? Hmm, let me see. I saw her, I liked her, I fucked her and then she stayed. What can I tell you?”
The cops cleared their throats and looked away.
“Look, Jake and I have never been close. I broke his nose ten years ago, and the little shit has had a grudge against me since then. He’s obviously not happy his once–best friend has gone and literally slept with the enemy.
The cop p closed his notebook and sat back. “So, this is nothing, but a family spar
“Looks like it. Sorry.” I shrugged and the cop sighed, tipping back his head and I leaned forward. “Is Jory, okay?”
“Miss Brewster is waiting in the lobby. She refused a lift home, said she would wait for her boyfriend.”
My stomach flipped at the word ‘boyfriend“.
Well, technically, I was,
Joey and I were dating.
Woah..
“Mr. Kazumi?” I looked at the cops again. One of them was holding out the paper bag. “Your things. We don’t have any more questions.”
I took it, shaking out my phone, the sedan keys and wallet and left the paper bag on the table, as I stood.
They showed me out of the room and walked me to the lobby, where Joey was waiting, almost asleep on one of the chairs, 1 walked over to her, crouching down in front of her. “Hey, doll.”
Her eyes fluttered open and she looked down at me.
“Alex?” Her arms flung around my neck, and I hugged her to me. “Oh my god, I thought they were going to lock you up! It
was-
I sat back a little and shook my head. “Not here. Let’s go.”
We stood and I took her hand, walking out of the precinct and into the night. Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I dialed Sota, knowing he was going to be pissed beyond belief
It connected after a couple of rings. “Mr. Kazumi?”
“Sota, can you send a car to the local police precinct? Joey and I are there.”
“Is everything okay?”
I hesitated, looking down at Joey, who was clinging to my arm, resting her head against my shoulder. “Not really, but right now, we need a lift back to the car.”
“I will be right over with Aoto.”
Wonderful. Not only was Sota coming himself, but he’d bring Aoto, who had taken a liking to Joey. They were both going to be pissed with what had happened and no doubt I would get my ass chewed out by Sota the whole way back to the house.
“Alex?”
“Hmm?” I asked, looking down at the woman by my side.
“What is going to happen now?”
I frowned as her question rattled around inside my head.
There had to be clear boundaries set between Joey, Jake and me. He was no longer part of my life, he was no longer part of her life. She’d come back to me. She was mine.
-Alex
“What is going to happen now? Now I get to be the bad guy.”
