All Chapters of The Law Bound Enforcer - The Legacies Series - Book Three: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Callie POV“Do you want to take that?” Donna asks and I shake my head as I look at the unknown number that was calling me. We have been sitting in this uncomfortable room for about one hour, waiting for a detective to come talk to me. Donna said I am not allowed to say one word, and I agree. They have nothing on me, and they are just trying to intimidate me. This is a huge case and they need to show the press they are doing something. A soft knock on the door makes me look over my shoulder, and Cornelius walks in. He looks flustered and bothered. I frown as he leans closer to Donna, speaking in her ear. I can’t hear what they are saying, and I know he is not doing it to be rude or to stop me from listening, but to stop the police from listening. They have cameras in every corner of this room. I can see the red lights flashing as they record us. The door opens, and two people walk in. They smile politely as they walk to the opposite side of the metal table separating us. Cornelis sta

Jagger POV“Jagger, go through the back door,” Wyatt says through the earpiece. I immediately run around the farmhouse. When I reach the back door, it’s wide open, and I look around, trying to find the doctor. He has to go on foot; there are no marks of cars in the back. “Door is open,” I say, and before I receive the order, I run in the direction of the woods in the back of the house, passing the barn but stopping to check the doors. Locked. He won’t be inside. He wouldn’t have had the time to open and lock himself inside. Besides the locker is on the outside of the barn. I keep running, and when I reach the clearing, I stop looking around, picking up some footprints. Slowly I bend and look at the direction the footprints will lead me to. “In the forest,” I bark at everyone listening to the call connected to the earpieces we are all wearing. I follow the footsteps as quietly as I can, but I can hear the man running behind and talking between themselves. Pressing the button on the

Callie POVIt’s been more than two hours since Jagger messaged me, saying he was coming to see me. I allow the disappointment to take over as I sit on the edge of the bed, looking down at my naked legs. I decided to wear a flowery dress that hugs my curves but in a flattering way. Realizing he is not coming, I stand up, take a deep breath, and let my hair down from the fancy ponytail I had done as I look at my reflection in the mirror. I have a soft layer of makeup. I walk to the small table where I have my makeup and grab everything I need to remove it from my face. Once I am make-up-free, I remove my dress, shove my old PJs away, and walk to bed. I decide that turning my phone off is the best option. I put it on the side table and curl up in bed, grabbing my Kindle and my reading glasses. It’s amazing how I didn’t question if he was really coming or if he really wanted to see me; I just believed a random message. Closing my eyes, I allow the tears to roll down my cheeks as I cry

Jagger POVWalking down the corridors of the safe house, I feel the hair on my arms and legs rise. I don’t like this feeling of unease. I like to know everything that is going on at all times. I open the door that leads to the basement, and as I start going down the stairs, I hear Dash’s voice booming from inside. “You fucking cunt,” he shouts, and I rush down the stairs to find my brother holding his nose between his hands as he leans down. I frown watching as the man in front of him spits at my brother. No one bothers to move, and I shake my head, passing through the men watching my brother struggle. “What the fuck is going on here?” I ask as I reach for Dash and help him up as he spits blood on the floor. The bruise on his right eye is already forming, and as I am about to get my brother out of the cell, the man tries to punch me, but I kick him in the stomach, making him fall on his knees, grabbing his stomach area. “Take him to see the doctor; where is Ghost?” I ask, closing t

Callie POV“Happy birthday,” I let out as soon as I enter the limousine Rachel hired for her birthday. Her smile is wide and contagious. Rachel is wearing a pink dress that hugs her curves and leaves nothing to the imagination, while Carson is wearing a black suit and red shirt. “Looking stunning, you two,” I say as the door slams closed behind me. “Oh my God, look at you,” Carson says, winking, and Rachel nods as she passes me a glass of champagne. “To Rachel,” we cheer as the driver takes us to where we will meet Rachel’s other friends and the people she invited tonight. I know there are around ten people in total, and I don’t think I know any of them except Carson.This has always been her home, and growing up and going to school here does have some perks, like having your friends around you in the same social and economic circle. “Please don’t sleep with any of my friends,” Rachel says as she looks at Carson, who, for once, looks shocked. He looks as if he was taken by surprise