The ghost of you! (Maggie and Glenn fanfic)

Chapter 40: cold hearted mech

3Rd POV

Everyone heard a horse and Optimus got off her. She neighed and nudged her owner. He smiled and rubbed her snout. He then noticed new people. He threw his bag down.

"You wanna tell me what this is?" he asked coldly. "Five unknowns — all clean, one headed to the infirmary," DJ said.

"All clean? You sure about that?" He sneered. He patted them down.

"Indeed, they're whistle-worthy, clean as a-wise," Eugene said. "They surrendered their weapons willingly and submitted to the standard frisk procedure."

"And why are they here?" Optimus snapped. "My call," Aaron said. He turned. "It's not your call to make!" He sneered.

"I decided." Rosespark and Gracie spoke. He turned. "Gracie, Rose, you know the rules." He told his kids softly. "You all do!" Optimus snapped coldly at the others. "Thing is, they're here now, and one of 'em's badly hurt."

Optimus looked at Rosita. She sighed. "Siddiq's checking her out, but... look, no disrespect, but maybe their fate is something we should all decide together," Aaron said. 

"It'll be dark soon. First thing tomorrow, we can bring them before the council for a cote." Gabriel said.

"Okay. Put them in holding." He said. Gracie looked at her father. He then walked off.

Optimus was looking at the ceiling bored. His hounds were lying at his feet. Marcella was beside him. "How's Rosita doing?" Marcie asked. "Fine. She doesn't show signs she's pregnant yet. I just want you to know it was an accident. I never meant to cheat on you, I never would have." Optimus whispered back.

Marcella nodded.

"I still love you,"  Optimus whispered. She smiled. He then kissed her neck and ticked her side.

"Optimus!" she hissed playfully. He smirked. He then kissed her cheek.

He then turned. "Hold on." he stood up. "As a community, we want to be kind, we want to be generous. But as we know, decisions like the one we are about to make can come with a heavy price." He then walked over to Magna. "Can you show me your left hand?" He asked.

Magna looked away. "Optimus, what are you doing?" Aaron asked. He grabbed her hand. He then looked at the tattoo. "You get that at a truck stop?" He sneered.

"Screw you," Magna growled. "Baby, I've been called worse." Optimus sneered.

"What is it?" Aaron asked. "Yiu want to tell him? Or should I?"

"Optimus, if you have something to say—" Aaron started.

"It's a prison tattoo!" everyone gasped. "The four dots are the walls, the one in the middle is you, the prisoner."

"Optimus just because you somehow know this--" Aaron started. "I was in jail. I know how prisoners work."

"I can explain!"

"Oh, you want to tell the truth?" Optimus asked. "Yes."

"And you have nothing to hide?" He asked. "Nothing."

"Put the knife on the table!" He snarled. She took her belt buckle off and on one of them was a hidden knife. "I remember! And j know you do too. So go a bead. Take your vote. I second the motion." The Prime said as he stormed out.

"Hey! Can I ask you a question?"

"No."