Maverick left to Colorado today. He's gonna be there for a few days and returning with m&m. The boys didn't wanna go with him cus they wanted to party.
I dropped them off at a friends house and made them swear on everything they love that they would call me to pick them up when they were ready.
They stayed out all night and they went straight to bed when we got back home. They were gonna be out for a while. Which was good for me cus I had to work that night so I got my pillows and blankets ready. I was calling it a night. I laid down. Got comfortable and maybe 10 min later I heard the doorbell ring..
I looked out the window and saw Tommys truck. But there was also a police car parked out front.
I pulled up the ring cam, he had other people with him. Including a fucken police officer.
No, he fucken didnt.
I'm not answering that fucken door.. and the boys won't be getting up anytime soon.. they can stand out there as long as they want. Idc.. i got back in bed but then I remembered Mason was still home.. doing his laundry.
Shit.
I rushed out to find him but he was already at the fucken door.
"Mason dont open it!"
Too late. He opened it.
Tommy stepped forward. "Hey Mace. Is Liz home?"
He looked up towards the staircase where I was standing. He held up a piece of paper and told the officers to go ahead.
Bitch he actually got a fucken search warrant??
I didn't think he could do it.
I also thought it took weeks. It's been 2 days lmao. There's no way.
"Noone is entering my fucken house." I ran down there and ripped the paper from his hands.
Idk what I was looking at tbh. Too many words.
"Wtf is this?"
"What you asked for."
It had my name and my address too.. but the rest of it I couldn't read fast enough.
"Lizette Cortez?" the officer came forward with his hands on his belt.
"What?" all fucken moody.
This fucken cop grabbed my wrist and placed me in handcuffs.
He read me my rights.. searched me for weapons while dummy stood there smirking at me the entire time. Omg. I wanted to kill him.
I stared him down and said all I needed to say.
"I want my lawyer. Edgar Morrison."
"Is that the fancy lawyer from last time?"
"Do I call him or you?"
"We'll let him know. Don't worry." The way he struggled to say that without laughing made me want to choke him.
"What are you even looking for?"
"Proof that you've been lying."
He's not gonna find shit.
Im well aware that it's a misdemeanor to hide these boys lol but who am i hurting by helping them?? No one.
He ain't got shit on me.
And he's mad about that.
They dont have any proof that im helping those boys.. Cameras are wiped.
My weed is legal and what isnt is stashed in one of the vents. Theyll never find it.
They'll never get me to confess either. Never.
I'm not gonna talk to them.
Tommy took the paper from my hands and said I wouldn't be needing it where I was going.
