The Story Of A Phat Girl [3] (Urban)

Chapter {69}

Bre Pov:

Biting down on my bottom lip as my left leg anxiously bounced up and down while I used my left hand to gently rub over the nasty purplish bruise that was on my forearm. Looking around the small square size room with metal bars I took in the few girls that were also locked up in holding with me. Everyone seemed at peace with their situation but me.

My mind was still running rampant trying to figure out where Devon had taken my boys and who was watching them. You would think after having to spend a night in holding my main thought would be on getting out, but my sole focus has been on finding my boys. Something I couldn't do locked inside here.

I got my first phone call early this morning around 5:30AM and I immediately called Jace who picked up on the first ring. After giving a quick rundown on how I ended up in this situation and how much my bail was Jace agreed to come get me without a second thought.

That had been hours ago and somehow, I'm still stuck in the same damn predicament making me huff in frustration. All because Devon wanted to be a jackass and use his connections within the police force. Making me the aggressor in the situation while he was the damsel in distress ass victim. He sat there grinning like a Cheshire cat watching as they put me in the back of the squad car.

I know the word hate is strong and powerful, but at this moment I truly hated this man and wanted nothing else to do with him. I'm just so angry with myself that I allowed him to get the best of me.

I just hate how I can't physically hurt him how's been doing to me mentally and physically.

As my eyes began to blur with tears thinking over my situation, I quickly sucked it up while wiping away the few tears that managed to escape. Hearing the loud squeal of the door I quickly snapped my head up placing my attention on the police officer standing at the door with a piece of paper in his hands.

"Breanna Jones!" He called out loudly announcing my government to everyone in the building with his overly loud voice.

Quickly hopping out my seat I didn't waste a second getting out that cell and following behind the officer who was leading me towards the exit. Scanning his key card over the scanner he then handed me my paperwork and told me I was free to go.

Speed walking to the lobby as best as I could in my condition, I felt relief washing over me as I seen Jace pacing right in front of the exit door. As soon as I opened the door Jace immediately pulled me into his arms letting out a sigh of relief.

"Best, what the hell? Don't be calling me early in the morning worrying me like that no more." He scolded as I wrapped my arms tightly around his waist burying my face in his chest while he rubbed my back comfortingly.

"I know and I'm sorry." I told him sincerely even though it probably came out muffled, but I know he still heard me clearly. "I promise I'll explain everything fully and pay you back for my bond. Is there any news on my boys?"

"You better and it's no need to pay me back best because I wasn't the one who paid it." He told causing me to pull back from his grasp so I could look up at his face as he looked down at me with a nervous smile on his face. "And from what I was told the situation with the boys is handled."

"Jace please tell me you didn't." I huffed removing myself from him completely as the nervous smile only got wider on his face giving me the answer, I needed without telling me. "I told you that was the one person I didn't want to know." I scolded running a hand through my hair knowing Angel was the last person I needed to deal with right now.

"Bitch I love you, but I was not about to get your boxer bae treatment 2.0." He said with all seriousness waving me off, but I was unamused. "Girl, he pulled up on me an-speaking of how does he know my address?" He asked looking at me expectantly getting off track.