Dream Phantom

Chapter Five

Dani's hand was about to touch the door handle of the bar's entrance when Jax opened the door.

"I just got a call. Roberto's at the police station. C'mon, I think I may have to bail him out," Jax explained as he headed past her to their car.

"Is he okay? What happened?"

"I'm not sure but the the officer that picked him up said he stunk to high heaven of alcohol."

Considering how preoccupied he looked, Dani figured it was best not to bring up her stolen purse. She sat beside Jax in silence as they drove to the police station, wondering when she could file her report and how she'd file it without Jax finding out.

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The ride to the police station was quick. The tires of Jax's vehicle squealed as he stomped on the brakes to park. Once he was inside the police station, he found Roberto kicking his legs out at two officers trying to pacify him.

"Calm down, Montoya," Jax grabbed both of Roberto's shoulders and tried holding him down.

"Let me go! I just want to talk to her...that's all I want," Roberto strained his wrist against the handcuffs that another officer had placed on him. It took several men to hold him down before he would let the medic wrap up his hand.

"What the hell is going on with you?" Jax asked. "Did you and Gladys fight?"

"Fight?" Roberto took an unsteady breath. "Is that what you wanna call it? A fight? Because I think it's the end of my life."

"You're drunk--"

"And whose fault is that?" Roberto shouted. "If it wasn't for you and your family problems, I wouldn't be in this situation!"

"Roberto?" Dani's voice crept into the din of the police station. She looked around and saw several of the other officers watching the interaction between Jax and Roberto.

When he didn't respond, she stepped closer, a King's Diner to-go box in her hands, "I brought you some peanut butter banana pancakes. Jax said you'd been drinking and there's nothing like pancakes to help soak up all that alcohol. They're pretty soggy now."

"Dani, I don't think that's a good idea. When I suggested getting him something to go, I didn't realize he was like this when we left the diner," Jax said.

"No, it's fine," Dani smiled, stepping close to Roberto, her arms outstretched with the syrupy dish.

Roberto's eyes narrowed before he turned his head and snickered, his shoulders bouncing up and down, "Pancakes? You brought me pancakes?"

"Roberto-" Jax's voice sounded more like a warning than a plea.

"Are pancakes supposed to make me feel better? Are they going to get me and Gladys back together?" With his free hand he knocked the box out of her grasp, his fingers brushing up against the back of her hand.

Roberto's body slammed against the bench after Jax pushed him, "I don't care who you are, don't you dare touch my wife!"

Roberto groaned as another officer tried pulling Jax back. Dani quickly picked up the ruined pancakes and frowned, "Jax, it's okay. I'm fine. I'm going to the bathroom to wash my hands. I'll wait for you in the lobby." She looked at Roberto, "I'm not sure what's going on with you and Gladys but she loves you. I'm sure you'll get over this soon."

"Oooh...she's a psychic now. A psychic waitress," Roberto sneered. "Forget Gladys. Why don't you tell me the winning lotto numbers while you're telling fortunes."

"Roberto, I didn't mean to imply-"

"Don't talk about things you don't understand. You're living in this fantasy world, aren't you? Married to the great Jax Michaels. Let's see how you feel once you two start having problems. Maybe you'll have a miscarriage and then you'll understand how I feel. Let's see if bringing him some cold pancakes will make it all better."