Anything You Say

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I'm sitting in a cold, uncomfortable metal chair, with my hands cuffed on top of an old wood table and my head tossed back as I wait for the detective to come in. The handcuffs are starting to hurt my wrists and my body is begging for a few hours of sleep and a hot shower.

The creak of the door makes me sit up straight and pull the chair closer to the table as I try to find a position where my wrists wont hurt from the metal squeezing them. The door closes again and I hear footsteps and a chair being dragged. The person sits and I haven't look up at them yet, maybe I am afraid to see what will happen to me , maybe I just don't want to see how real this is, maybe I am too afraid to face the consequences of my dumb action, or maybe I am just a bitch.

"Did the cop that brought you in read you your rights?" the person asks after cleaning their throat and it's when I know that I was be assigned with a male detective. And one with a very raspy, low and sexy voice, just what I needed.

"I think so." I answer, not looking up from my hands, still unmoved from the table.

"Well, just to make sure, I'll tell you once more" he said, as he rested a folder on the table, right in front of him, and started saying by memory "You have the right to remain silent and refuse to answer questions. Anything you say may be used against you in a court of law.

You have the right to consult an attorney before speaking to the police and to have an attorney present during questioning now or in the future.

If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you before any questioning if you wish. If you decide to answer questions now without an attorney present, you will still have the right to stop answering at any time until you talk to an attorney." Damn, this man can talk faster than I run, I can barely focus on what he's saying with that voice. "So, knowing and understanding your rights as I have explained them to you, are you willing to answer my questions without an attorney present?" he concludes.

"Yes" I say as I finally lift my eyes from my hands to look at him. He looks at the papers in front of him with a serious expression. His hair is dark, messy in the I-just-got-out-of-bed sexy way, his eyes are chocolate brown, framed with thick and long lashes that some girls would kill for, juicy lips, standing out from his tanned skin, so full, so sexy, so kissable.

"I'm Detective Jaxson and I will be the one investigating your detention. Anything I can get you?" he asks, as he starts to pull out papers and more papers from the folder and laying them down on the table.

"Could you take of this things off of me?" I ask, as I stretch my arms in front of me so he can see the handcuffs that are starting to nail into my skin.

"Oh Dio mio" he says in what I assume to be Italian, but as far as I know the guy can be speaking latin. "I can't believe no one took them sooner, I'm really sorry." he said, with a slight look of guilt on his face as he takes my wrists in his hands to take the horrid things off of me.

"Thank you" I say in a low voice as I move my hands around and feel the blood that was being constricted to finally move again in my veins.

"Is there anything I can get you more or can we start the interrogation?" he asks, this time, looking at me, as if he only realized I was in the room with him now. His eyes were looking me up and down, taking everything about me in, from my clothes, to my hair, my skin, my lips, my chest and finally my eyes.

"We" I start but stop my self to take a breath as my voice starts wavering at the feel of his eyes on me, analyzing my every move "we can start now" I am finally able to utter after a few moments of getting lost in the sea of chocolaty goodness that are his eyes.

Not looking away for a millisecond, he clears his throat, an inhales some air before starting to speak, as I stare at his perfect sculptured lips and try not to say something that fucks my situation even more.

"Miss Grant, can you start by telling me why the police officer brought you in?" and I know, that what he say its real, anything I say will be used against me, and I am in some really deep shit this time.