What Is Love 》 Hemlock Grove (Discontinued)

Twenty-Five

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Fucking shit. The cops are here. Why the fuck are they here? And how perfect they decided to show up now.

"I'll deal with it," Roman said. He was about to leave, but Peter grabbed his arm.

"Just do it, ok?" Peter told him. "Don't fuck around." I nodded my head in agreement.

Roman gave him a look. "You've made your point." I sighed in relief when Roman started walking...until he came back. "Where?"

"What are you talking about?"

"You said you ran into Letha in town. Where?" I wanted to pull my hair out. Seriously, Roman? Now is not the time for you to be the protective cousin.

"Jesus Christ! Come on!" Peter unmasked my thoughts.

"Was she helping out with the water heater too?"

I grabbed Roman's arm. "Roman, come on. They're gonna find your car."

He ignored me and got closer to Peter. "You should have told me you were into the pregnant thing. I could've hooked you up."

"Roman, she's your cousin!" Peter argued. Ok, I would have pointed out the looks Letha and Peter gave each other but chose not to. 

"I don't like secrets," Roman practically sneered.

My eyes snapped towards the window when I heard one of the cops say, "Hey, you might as well get your tight ass out here! Cause I'm gonna be real pissed if I have to go in there!

I groaned. "For Christ sakes! I'll get rid them!" They guys gave me a confused look as I started to lower my shirt so the cops could get a better look at my cleavage. Then I flipped my hair until it got a little more volume as I started touching it up. "Give me five minutes."

I started to walk away, but Roman grabbed my arm and pull me back. "Fuck no. If anyone is getting a look at the twins it's me." He almost glared at Peter before looking back at me. "Stay here and don't move."

I rolled my eyes. "Well, since you asked so nicely..."

Roman smirked at me before giving me a quick peck and left.

"Fuck," Peter mumbled after the door closed. "Maybe we should have send you to flash your tits."

"Yeah, but I knew he wouldn't have left without me saying something like that," I whispered as I looked around for a chair. I didn't, but I did find a crate. I pushed it near the wall before climbing on it to look through the broken window. "And this is your fault too. You could have told him you were meeting up with her."

Peter gave me a look as he grabbed another crate and placed it next to mine. "Are we really talking about this, Lana?"

I nodded. "Yes, we're talking about this. I get why you didn't tell Roman. He'll go ballistic but him seeing you guys together made it seem like there was something more going on."

Peter tilted his head. "There is nothing going on between Letha and me."

"Uh, huh. Sure," I snapped quietly. "Now shut up so I can hear."

"Well, gee, I was sitting quietly by myself playing solitaire," Roman told the cop. "I hope I wasn't ditrurbing anyone."

"You think we won't run you in, you damn little punk?" the bigger cop asked him.

"Come on, just do it. Do the creepy roofie eyes," Peter mumbled.

"What are you waiting for, Roman?" I added. Just look at the cops and do the eye thing.

The cop looked behind Roman. "Where is that little pixie girlfriend of yours?" My eyes widen. The cop elbowed his partner. "Let me tell you if she was of legal age you could imagine all the things I'd be doing to her. Just fuck her inside the car." Then he started to laugh.