Chapter 3 Welcome to Hillview, Sin

Tiana's POV

“And why the hell would I call the sheriff for someone like you?” I can’t help but ask.

He’s amused. “It’s my call, and also my right, babe. Are you going to deny me that?”

I hand the phone to him, and his hands brush mine, which makes him give me a wink. “You’d better get your eye checked,” I murmur.

“I think they’re working just fine, Sin,” he replies, checking me out without any ounce of shame. 

“Finish your call,” I order, ready to get this over with.

The moment the call goes through, his eyes change and are no longer as playful as they were. “Hello, Sheriff.”

He pauses, and then he turns to look at me. “Your new officer just jailed me for having some fun, Sterling.”

Fun? Is that really what he wants to call it?

That’s all he says before the sheriff bursts in like his ass is on fire. He walks straight to where Kane and I are, and he says, “Officer Sinclair.”

“Sheriff,” I greet back.

“I heard you jailed an innocent, without even a warrant.”

I scoff lightly. “An innocent? Boss, he’s anything but—”

“Open the doors,” he orders, interrupting me.

My eyes widen, and for a moment, I feel as though my progress is about to get ripped out of my hands. “Sheriff, he was hosting a—”

The sheriff’s jaw clenches. “I didn’t ask you for any explanation, Officer. Release him.”

I stand for a second, still in shock. “Now!”

I clench my jaw, and I notice the way Kane looks so relaxed, and I can’t help but feel embarrassed. I release, and he walks out, looking every shade of composed.

“I apologise for the confusion, Wilder,” Sheriff says. “It’ll never happen again.”

Kane turns to look at me, but I have no interest in looking at him, because I’m not even in the slightest bit sorry.

“I would need a personal apology from your officer, Sterling.”

I freeze, and I raise my head to look at him. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Officer Sinclair,” Sheriff quietly calls me, “you heard the man.”

My eyes widen, and I turn to look at him, because surely there is no way the Sheriff is sane. “Sir, this man was hosting an illegal boxing match, and one of the contestants was underage.”

“Do you have proof of that?” Kane asks, tilting his head, looking all shade of smug.

“For your informat—”

“Sinclair!”

I take a deep breath, and I’m not ashamed to say that apologising is not my strongest suit. Especially when I am not in the wrong, but looking at both men, it’s clear that I would be stuck here if I don’t do it. “I apologise.”

“I can’t hear you,” the bastard says, and I swear he has the most stupid face I have ever seen.

“I apologise for unlawfully arresting you,” I reply.

The sheriff apologises one more time, and I can’t help but realise he’s truly a twat. “Do you need a ride, Wilder?” the sheriff asks, and he shakes his head.

“Officer Sin will be dropping me off,” he replies.

“No, I will not!”

“You will,” the Sheriff says, and before he leaves, he adds, “First thing on Monday morning, you should be in my office.”

When the sheriff leaves, Tyler comes to my side, and he murmurs, “Are you okay?”

I nod.

“Come on, Sin, we need to leave. I need to get home.”

Tyler and I turn to look at Kane, and he has a rigid expression on his face. “Then go on yourself,” I hiss.

“You don’t want me to call your boss, do you?” he asks, cocking his eyebrows, looking all slick.

I grit my teeth in reply, and I turn to Tyler, muttering a quick, ‘I’ll talk to you later.’ He gives me a quick nod, looking worried, and I head to carry my keys and bag.

I’m not surprised to see Wilder, leaning on my car, looking relaxed. “Are you still going to put me in handcuffs, Sin?”

I narrow my eyes at his reply, and I enter my driver’s seat. I’m about to tell him to get to the back seat when he opens the passenger seat and sits down. Suddenly, my car feels so small, and before you ask, yes, it’s because of the huge six-foot-five man who just dropped in.

For a moment, I take a deep breath. “Are you doing some kind of breathing technique?”

I ignore his dumb ass question and start my car. “Where do you live?” I ask, finally speaking.

“You want to tell me you don’t know where I live, even though you knew where my secret boxing match was being held, Sin?”

“Are you going to tell me or not?” I snap.

“Take me to my motorcycle shop,” he replies. “I’m guessing you know that one, right?”

I do. I press my foot harder on the pedal than necessary, and he lets out a chuckle. “Should an officer of the law be driving that fast?”

“Well, it seems to me that laws don’t work in this town,” I murmur.

He laughs, and for a moment, I wish I could drive his side into a tree, but I’m not murderous, I swear.

“This is how life works, babe. I would’ve warned you if you had given me the handcuffs to put on your hands instead.”

“Can you stop with the crude jokes? I did what I did for a reason, and it will never happen again,” I tell him.

He doesn’t say anything. As soon as I see The Fallen Saints, I almost let out a sigh of relief, because he can now get out of my hair. For a second, I expect him to start talking, but he doesn’t; instead, he leaves the car and stands to look at me.

“As long as I’m an officer of the law, I will make sure you’ll be behind bars, Wilder.” And I mean it.

He tilts his head to the left, smirking. “Behind you? Maybe. Behind Bars? We’ll see about that.”

If he wasn’t outside already, I would slap him, but instead, I put my foot on the pedal, and before I drive off, I hear him say, “Welcome to Hill View, Sin. I hope you now know how our town works.”