Dice’s POV

„Come on, Luke, at least pass me the fucking Playboy...” I huffed, ready to even come up with a lame ass plan to break out of this goddamn place out of pure boredom. I could see him, I could see him fucking smirking behind the desk as he was paging through the naked girls. Oh I swear to god, he’s not getting another drink, not on my watch at least and I don’t care how much bad guys had he put behind bars that day and how fucking sorry he’ll be after I’ll meet my lawyer.

„No can do, Dice, you know that’s against the protocol,” He murmured, letting out a low whistle as he stumbled over the big tits up close. Yea, fuck the protocol, I’m here for no goddamn reason! Was that the fucking protocol? To imprison innocent people? With an angry growl I laid down on the bunk, starting to kick the top one out of frustration. How could they lock me away? I was the perfect citizen, for crying out loud! I was the guard of the law, not some barely out of the puberty cop who was drooling all over some naked chick in a magazine! This fucking sucked. And the bail... oh man, the judge, he or she must’ve really hated me.

„Red!” Luke yelled right before the obnoxious beep and the cage steel opening to my almost freedom, „Your lawyer’s here.”

I jumped up to see him still behind the desk. Isn’t he gonna escort me or something? I frowned, seeing how he pointed to the door in front of him with a nod of his head. Was he serious? What if I decided to ditch the place? Okay... Whatever, I shook my head and stopped in front of the steel door to press the buzzer and see them slide open. The room was small, typical for a place like this. With a desk and chairs on the each side. And there he was, my supposed to be lawyer and... MJ? How the hell did she get in here? Was she playing the secretary again?

„Miss Reed,” Steve, the attorney and one of the regulars addressed me, his eyes on some sort of a folder.

„Call me that again and I’ll make sure this visit is worth your while,” I hissed, taking the chair and turned it around, before straddling it. Steve smirked. „Hey, blondie,” I winked, before my eyes went back to Steve, „So what are the charges? Other than a falsified assault...”

„So you know,” Steve spoke thoughtfully,

„Yea, hit it out of the cops,” I chuckled, seeing MJ frown a bit.

„How you can joke about this is beyond me,” She shook her head in disbelief.

„Who said I was joking?” I smirked. MJ looked a bit taken aback. I swear at that same moment she really believed I should be here... or in an asylum. Both options were equally tempting. Oh ligthen up, love. This is not the end of the world, although for a certain someone, I promise, it will be.

„So, Reed,” Steve started and I shot him a glare. If he called me that again, so help me god... „He’s charging you with an attempted homicide.”

For a moment I remained silent, only clenching my jaw and thinking how that whole fucking clan is so fucking dead. I don’t attempt a homicide, either I do or I don’t. And I fucking didn’t. Not yet.

„He... what?!” MJ cried out. As for me? I relaxed in a devious smirk. Had to keep a clear head.

„And when does he say that happened?” I questioned lazily.

„Last night.” Steve replied. „In his statement he said you came at him as soon as he walked out of the bar. Is there something true in that statement?”

„... he was at the bar. Looking for me.” I shrugged carelessly, knowing that was a shitty accusation he’d made if I wanted to play clean. My eyes slid over my arms and those bruises and I swear when I raised my eyes, Steve knew exactly what I was thinking. As for MJ? She looked like a clueless chipmunk. „That’s actually really stupid, I have at least a hundred people statement saying I was at work and making drinks.”

Steve was looking over what I supposed to be his statement, „It’s said have occurred after 6 am.” Okay, then I had only one person, who could testify for me. But anyway, we’re not sticking to this plan. We’re sticking to the other one, who’s oh-so fucking cooler.

„That’s bullshit, you’re with Matt!” MJ yelled, pointing to the obvious fact.

„... is this place bugged? You know, are we being monitored?” I asked, inspecting the place for cameras or any kind of hearing devices. Steve shook his head. „Good, okay, listen up, I don’t give a fucking shit if I have an alibi, the dick’s messing with the wrong girl, so knowing how I’m very vengeful, let’s go with my plan, okay?”

„That’s risque, Dice,” Steve said. You think I don’t know that? Going all in with a pair of two’s also is rique, but hell, once I walked out with twenty five grand having absolutely nothing on my hand. Gambling is my life, and maybe now – I am in fact gambling with my life, since I knew if I go with this statement instead of the one where I spent the night with Matt, I can’t go back and change it when something goes deadly wrong.

„What fucking plan?” MJ screamed, anxiously brushing her fingers through her hair.

„We’re going with the story that Jay raped me and whatever injuries he claims I gave him – it was self protect. If we play it out smart, we win the prize. I think it was penal code 261 or something? We can throw a couple references in and get him to his grand reunion with his bro and dad, since it’s his biggest wish. He probably will get only three years, since the judge obviously hates me. That old hag, whoever he or she is, but that’s three years more than if and when he walks free.” I explained, seeing MJ’s eyes go wide. Oh come on, this is a fucking great idea.

„He... raped you?” MJ’s mouth fell open.

I took a deep breath and rolled my eyes, „Holy hell, MJ...” My hand brushed over my face, „you know he’d be dead if he did that.”

„What if they test for semen? Which they clearly will.” Steve continued. That... was a real good question, knowing Matt had filled me up more than once last night.

„That will lead back to Matt...” Finally, fucking finally MJ had her head in the game. THANK YOU!

„No it won’t, what kinda injuries does he have?” I leaned further over the desk, trying to get a glimpse of those documents.

„Small cuts, a black eye and broken ribs,” After a moment of silence I exploded in laughter, receiving confused stares from both MJ and Steve.

„That’s... that’s fucking priceless! I bet he got in a fucking fight and then somebody hit him up with an idea how to get to me, ‘cause this is too obvious...” I wiped a tear away from the active laughing, „Anyhow... Man, that’s rich... So, about the sperm... I’ll say he didn’t cum, I punched him in the process and then just kept punching until the anger had drained and he was left unconscious. Does it say he passed out?” Steve nodded. „Perfect. So, if they find something in me, which probably will be Matt’s, it’s not a secret we’re together. That’s just common sense that we fuck.”

„You’ve really figured this all out, haven’t you,” Steve smirked. I know, I know, I’m his fucking best client, ‘cause I do all the work for him. And I provide him with interesting yet falsified cases.

„Of course I am! They locked me in the fucking cell for over an hour, what do you think I was supposed to do there if they took my phone away? I was plotting.” I smiled proudly, tapping my temple a couple of times, „And now, go pay the bail, talk to Matt and get me the fuck out of here!”

I stood up and so did MJ and Steve. „Pleasure doing business with you, Dice. You provide me with great bedtime stories for my future kids.”

Great bedtime stories? About homicide and rape? I walked back to the steel door with a wide grin on my face and slammed my hand against it a couple of times, „Luke! You corrupted bastard, let me back in!” I can’t believe I was really saying that, but it was more fun in the cell messing with the cops than here all alone, since Steve and MJ had slid through the other door.

The door opened along with the buzz. Luke shot me a glare.

„What?” I frowned.

„Back in the cell, Reed,” he said uninterested, getting back to his magazine. What was it with these people? Suddenly when I’m in a fucking jail, everyone drops the familiarity's and starts calling me by my last name.

I sighed and walked back in the steel cage, the door closing behind me. „You really have another thing coming if you think I’ll make you a single drink after this.”

„First you have to get out.”

„Oh don’t worry about it. I won’t be here not even for the next ten minutes.” I sat down on the lower bunkbed, a shit eating grin stretching from ear to ear.

„Yea,” he scoffed, „We’ll see about that.”

And man was I right and he – ding- dong- fucking wrong. With a raised middle finger he was forced to escort me out to the polite people zone- known also as waiting room.

„Uhmm... Dice, you know, I-I was...” He whispered as soon as I passed the reception and noticed Matt’s concerned face.

„yea, I know, I know, but you can go fuck yourself, mister corrupted cop,” I smiled sweetly back at Luke, leaving him gaping at me as I ran towards Matt and jumped him, making him stumble back in the wall.

„You really scared me...” He whispered against my neck as he held me in a tight embrace. „... and left me without Angels tickets.”

„Oh suck it up, buttercup,” I pulled back to look him in the eye. „And now... We’re going shopping since I promised that to MJ.”

„You... what?” he gaped at me. „I hope I’m not paying...”

„Well, if you insist so badly...” He shot me a serious look, „Okay, fine, cheer up, I can pay for my own clothes, thanks for asking.”

Brian’s POV

The trouble in which Dice got in, was almost daily, and almost too surreal to comprehend. Matt should really put a leash on that pup, since I know also besides the falsified charges, she can be quite the handful. My eyes landed on MJ’s light head as I took a drag. Thank god I wound up with the sane chick, I don’t think the world could handle me and Dice being together and right now I couldn’t even want things any other way.

„So she’s out?” I questioned as she stopped next to me and pulled out her own smokes.

„Not yet,” She shook her head, raising the cigarette to her lips and lighting it up.

„What’s taking them? I mean Matt did pay the bail, which’s unreasonably high for something she hasn’t done, if you ask me,” I said thoughtfully, watching how she took the drag and blew out a light cloud just seconds after.

„Dice doesn’t do that well with judges,” She shrugged. What the hell did she mean? If she’s an attorney, wasn’t she supposed to lick her way up those bastards asses? MJ noticed my raised eyebrow and decided to explain for mere mortals and let me in on the inside scoop, „she’s been arrested more than once... Mostly for getting in fights and speeding. 90 percent of the time she was drunk when she appeared in the court, of course if it led to it, so knowing Dice if she wasn’t playing the guard dog of some criminal, she liked to... uhmm...”

„Shit talk the judge?” You had to be fucking kidding me...

„...Yea,” She sighed with a small smile. „Once she got ten days in jail for showing her ‘contempt’ towards the judge.” She did the air quote with her fingers. Yea, I could already imagine what went down in the court house if she had to use the air quote.

„How she’s winning cases is beyond me...” I shook my head.

MJ smirked lightly, „She’s really a fucking good lawyer, every judge knows that, it’s just... when she’s not Lucy Reed, she gets really rude,”

„Who gets rude?” And there she blows. Dice hung herself around MJ’s neck, pressing a sloppy kiss on her cheek, „I hope you’re not shit talking me,”

„That’s—„ I pointed with my half smoked cigarette, „exactly what we’re doing, Red.”

She shot me a look. I couldn’t quite tell if she was amused or she was about to be locked behind the bars. Yet again. „Oh look... He actually learned to build a sentence! I mean, whoa, you’re not actually quite as dumb as you look, Haner.”

„Funny,” I scoffed.

„Oh don’t be so glum. Is it about the kiss? You want one too?” She asked sweetly now coming my direction and stopping only to lick me all across the face, making me wince in disgust.

„Can you get any more fucking obnoxious?” I wiped my face with the sleeve of my jacket and took the very last drag, before kicking the cigarette butt away.

„Just say the word, love,” Dice smirked wickedly as she hopped her way back to Matt and hung to his arm. Almost lovingly. This was something new. „So, I wanna go shopping.”

„Shopping?” I raised my brow, „You just got out of the pokey and you wanna go fucking shopping?”

„Yeah,” Dice shrugged, her eyes on MJ, „Besides I promised MJ. This is our day, right, sexy?” Dice wiggled her eyebrows. And I think I was thinking the same fucking thing Shads was. He rolled his eyes and sighed heavily, probably knowing he’ll end up paying for her. Well, join the fucking club.

„Okay, shopping, but what after it?” Matt asked. „I mean I don’t wanna sit home tonight.”

„Dinner?” I twitched my shoulders looking at him.

„Strip club?” He smirked, getting a chuckle out of me.

„How about a dinner and the strip club later?”

„I’ll kick your both asses if you’re just as much as thinking about leaving me and MJ here,” Dice moved up to MJ and pulled her into her side, „out of the fucking picture.”

I shot her a patient look, knowing very well what it meant to take Red to a strip joint. Me and Matt shared a look, before starting in unison, „Dinner it is then.”

„What? No...” MJ whined with a frown. „I wanna go to a strip club!”

„You. Wanna. Go. To a strip club...” Matt threw his head back, exploding in laughter. To think about it, it did sound funny. „MJ, you do understand there’re naked chicks dancing there, right?”

„Oh shut up, Matt,” Dice narrowed her eyes on Shads, „MJ can handle herself very well at fucking strip clubs, so let’s just fucking go shopping, then have dinner and afterwards let’s hit the club.” Dice let go of MJ and moved up to Matt, pushing her hand in the pocket of his pants and fishing out a key. „And I’m driving.”

„Wait, if you’re taking Matt’s car, we can take mine and let you girls—„

„No.” Dice snapped, „You’re both coming.”

Yeah... You could imagine why they both needed us there. To carry the fucking shopping bags and pay for some ridiculously expensive shit they absolutely didn’t fucking need. Okay, MJ was a bit more decent with her choice of useless shit, but Dice? I swear if she hadn’t just dragged Matt in the lingerie boutique, he’d if not punched her square in the throat- he’d surely screamed at her. I just laughed, knowing he’s a sucker for those kinds of things. Sure, I too like my women in a beautiful set of lingerie, but it’s not like I get a hard on just thinking about MJ in a new, sexy underwear. It is a pleasant warmth on the soul, but to be dead honest, I liked MJ more with only dangerously high heels on. That was my kink.

„I’m beat...” MJ flunked on the couch beside me, looking very much exhausted, yet with a wide smile on her face.

„Got something for tonight?” I looked over the countless shopping bags and really considered for a moment building a fort out of them.

„No!” She exclaimed throwing her arms up in the air, „If you told me where’re we going, then I’d know what to buy.”

A small smile pulled at my lips as I shook my head and reached for my wallet and took out my credit card, before holding it out for her, „Try out for that one,” I pointed to the Versace store. She gaped back at me, „I assure you, you won’t go wrong with it.”

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