Fated Series. Book #2
"Be possessive of me, own me, keep me, because if you do then nothing and no one else can." - Maddox.
My name is Maddox Vallero, and I'm dead.
Well, that's not quite true. I'm alive in the breathing, walking, talking sense-but...
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Maddox
The problem with jails cells isn't that it means you've got yourself in deep shit, because that part was clear when your ass hit the seat of the cop car. No, the issue with jail cells is how fucken uncomfortable they make them. I know, I know it's not supposed to be fun, but for fucks sake, at least make it bearable. All this stone and brick was making it feel like I'm in the medieval times. They must know people will be spending a few hours here, if not the whole night, so be polite and add a damn cot to the experience. Is that so much to ask? Because laying here on this metal bench is causing my back to cramp. I should stand, and stop lying around because this will come to kick me in the ass later, but I don't. Instead, I complain to myself. "Can I get my phone call now?" I yell out to the empty room. The lady in the other room was listening to me, I know it. I can hear her, so she must hear me. Her stupid noise from her phone games is driving me up the wall. All I can think about is what fucken game she's playing. It sounds like Candy Crush, but I can't be sure.
Oh, and did I mention she's a real bitch?"
"No."
Point proven. "A cup of water?"
"No."
"A snack?"
"No."
"One Cheeto? I'll give you a hundred bucks." She has some on her desk. Saw them when I was dragged into the place. And they're my favorite too. Hot Cheetos.
"No."
Bitch. "What game are you playing?"
I was met with silence. So, I tried again. "A bathroom pass for the lonely guy here?"
The sound of her chair rolling on the cement ground made me cringe. A second later she appeared in the doorway from the other room. Her desk was sitting against the wall, so I couldn't see her. But if someone walks into the place, I'd see them. The annoyance in her expression caused her cheeks to be rosy. "I don't know where you're from, but here, when you're locked up its probably for a good reason, and it's not up to you to decide what it is you receive. Asking me over and over isn't helping your case either." She answered, anger starting to rise her voice, "So sit down and wait until you're bailed out."
Really, I don't need any of those things I'm asking for, well, except that phone call they're denying me.
But I've made it my point to ask a million times, because the more they deny me, the more I win. These places are always video and audio monitors, so, the more they ignore my human rights, the more I have power over them. Kirsan's lessons are finally being put to use. I thought he was ridiculous for sitting all of us down and coaching us through difference scenarios involving the law, but the moment that cop began acting as if I'm the problem, I understood what was really going on.
They knew exactly who I was. The whole situation was planned.
So, I did what I do best, I played into their games, twisting around their emotions, angering them, blinding them with my fused comebacks and pretend attitude, playing into the role of which they gave me. It's easy. I've done this plenty of times. I can play anyone I need to. And since there was no diffusing the situation, I went a different direction. I fused it. And because they were fooled so easily, believing that I'm actually throwing a fit, they forgot to do the most basic part of when you're arresting someone. I was never read my Miranda Rights. Which means none of this will stick. They can take me to court, but the judge will toss this case so quickly I won't even have time to smirk. Thank you, Miranda vs Arizona.
