Figure It Out [Rihanna/You]

PT.2 C H A P T E R TWENTY-ONE

Trigger Warning Ahead ⚠️

Robyn's POV

"What a sexy dumb ass."

Mel snorted at my words as we both watched the video that was projected on damn near every sight within hours.

I watched Y/n spin around with Chris in her grasp before slamming him on top of the car hood. Damn.. she was so damn- not the time, Rob.. not the time..

Shaking my head, I pushed Melissa's phone away and raised up as I put my own phone back to my ear. "Mark." I spoke up and I could hear my lawyer snoring. This nigga.. My eyes rolled. "Mark!"

His snoring hitched as a sharp inhale echoed on the other end. "Yep, Yes I'm here."

"I'm paying you to work, not sleep right now. Why am I still not getting through to the station? Why am I still without my fiancé, Mark?"

He cleared his throat. "You're absolutely right, I apologize. I'm making the calls but they won't post her bail so we can't exactly take action yet but I'm working-"

"Give me the number." I cut off with a groan as I grabbed a pen and paper. "Give me the stations number, ima do it my damn self."

He sighed before giving me the number for the station they were held at. "Rihanna I'm trying.."

"It's been five hours and I haven't heard a damn thing. Try harder." I hung up and dialed the stations number with a huff. "I pay this dude weekly and he can't even find a bail note, goodness."

Mel rubbed my back, somehow feeling how agitated I was without me even knowing I was displaying it. "It's okay, I know you're worried but Y/n's strong and she's got Dante in there." I nodded softly with a sigh as I sat the phone down for a moment to rub my eyes.

"He just gets on my nerves." Her head nodded knowingly. "Chris is everywhere and he only seems to pop up when I'm happy with life. Like truly, I do not give a fuck about him anymore yet he stills thinks I want him. I don't even.." My eyes rolled as that gave me the motivation to the pick the phone back and press call.

"Los Angeles Police Department."

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"How you think your mugshot look?" I gave Dante a look as he picked at his ripped jeans. "I think I looked sexy."

"Shut up, D." I mumbled and raised off of the bench. We've been in here for some hours. All I know was that my head was throbbing and the clock on the wall read seven am. Seven in the goddamn morning.

I leaned against the bars and looked across from me at the separating cell that held Chris. He was silently sitting on the bench with his eyes closed. Just looking at him pissed me off.

I looked up at the guard and saw his eyes on a magazine so I pulled off my socks before sliding my feet back into my shoes. I then cocked my hand back and threw the rolled socks through the bars and knocked him right in the head.

He jolted awake and I smirked when his eyes turned to a glare. "Oh my bad, did I wake you?"

He raised up and slowly walked toward me. "You lucky this fucking cell is separated." I nodded sarcastically as he threw his little tantrum. He slapped the bars with a huff-slash-growl before pointing at me. "Ima fuck you up. Don't think this ain't over."