Stepbrother Takes (His Twisted Game, Book Five) (5 page)

I nodded, afraid to speak.

“She wants to stay here,” Gordon
said.
 
“She’s afraid to say it.”

The cop nodded, and I glanced back at
Gordon, watching as he raised his eyebrows every so slightly at the police
officer.
 
And that’s when I
understood.
 
Gordon and this cop
knew each other somehow, and the cop was going to take Cole away, just because
Gordon wanted him to.

“Sir, I’m going to need you to put your
hands on top of the car,” the officer said.
 
He spit onto our driveway, and the phlegm was dark and
green, like he was a heavy smoker or had a cold.

Cole did as he was told, and the officer
patted him down.

“You have anything on you that could hurt
me?” he asked.
 
“Any needles or
weapons?”

“No,” Cole said.

I remembered the papers he’d taken from
Gordon’s office, wondering what they were, if Cole was going to be in trouble
if the cop found them.

“Stop,” the cop said.
 
“Stop struggling.”

“I’m not,” Cole said, sounding confused.

And he wasn’t.
 
He was just standing there, his hands up and spread against
the cruiser.

But the next thing I knew, the cop took
out his baton and smashed it into the back of Cole’s legs.

“Stop!” I screamed.
 
“Stop it!”
 
I turned to Gordon.
 
“Tell him to stop, Gordon, please!”

“Avery,” Cole said, his voice a warning.
 
“It’s okay.”
 
Our eyes met, and he shook his head at me slightly.
 
I could tell what he was saying –
that Gordon and the cop were trying to provoke him, that they wanted him to
lose his shit and do something.
 
But that we both needed to stay calm.

I nodded, letting him know that I agreed,
but a second later, the cop turned Cole around and punched him square in the
face.
 
There was a sickening snap
as blood began pouring from Cole’s nose.

Cole was twice the cop’s size – he
could have fought back.
 
But
instead he stood there as the cop pulled back and went to hit him again.

I couldn’t just stand there and do
nothing.

I rushed the cop, grabbing at his
arm.
 
He was too strong for me to
really stop him, but my action must have taken him by surprise.

“Avery!” Cole yelled.
 
“Stop!”

But it was too late.
 
I was holding on to the cop’s arm as
tight as I could as he tried to shake me off.
 
Finally, his meaty hand reached back and grabbed my jaw,
squeezing my cheeks so hard it hurt.
 
He pushed me off of him and sent me sprawling to the ground, my butt
hitting the concrete and knocking the wind out of me.
 
My palms scraped against the driveway, slicing off tiny
ribbons of skin.

“You want to play, too, huh, sweetheart?”
the cop asked me.
 
“You’re a pretty
little thing, aren’t you?”
 
I stood
up and he reached out and ran his finger over the top of my shirt.
 
“Probably why your brother here can’t
keep his hands off you.”

He turned to look at Cole again, and
before I could figure out what was happening, Cole punched him hard in the
face.

The cop went crumpled to the ground and
then lay there, motionless.

Cole and I looked at each other, the desperation
shining bright in his eyes.

“Oh my God,” I said.
 
“Is he okay?”

Cole knelt down over him.
 
“Yeah, he’s okay.
 
I just knocked him out.”
 
He shook his head.
 
  
“You shouldn’t have done that, Avery.”

“I had to,” he said.
 
“He was going to hurt you.”
“He was just trying to scare me.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Gordon called from
the porch.
 
He lit up a cigarette
and took a long drag.
 
“Resisting
arrest and knocking out a cop.
 
Real nice, Cole.”

His voice dripped with hatred, and I was
once again shocked at how much he seemed to detest his son.
 
Why?
 
What had happened to make him like that?
 
Was he just born pure evil?
 
Or was there some kind of history
between him and Cole I didn’t know about?
 
Was that why Cole had been lurking around Gordon’s office?

Before I could contemplate the answers to
those questions, three more police cars pulled up to our driveway, and six
officers got out, their guns drawn as they ran up the driveway.

“Get down on the ground!” they yelled at
Cole.
 
“Get down on the ground!”

Cole got down on the ground, but it
didn’t matter.

The officers converged on him with their
sticks and their fists and their guns.

I was helpless as I watched them begin to
beat Cole.

All I could do was stand there and
scream.

End of Book Five.
 
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