Chapter 787: Arrested by Officer Sarah
The shopping center was alive with noise and color. Marina, Eva, and Ema vanished into the crowd, their arms laden with bags, almost imdiately. I, however, had no interest in shopping.
I found a quiet coffee shop tucked into a corner, ordered a black coffee, and settled into a chair by the window.
As I lounged in the coffee shop, my fingers tracing the rim of my espresso cup, a familiar presence prickled at the edge of my awareness.
My gaze lifted, and there she was—a woman in a crisp police uniform, her boots clicking against the tiled floor with deliberate, predatory rhythm.
The badge glinted under the café lights, but it was her face that made my pulse kick up. Sarah. Carolina’s sister-in-law.
She didn’t just walk toward —she stalked, like a panther who’d finally cornered her prey.
A slow, dangerous smile curled her lips as she stopped directly in front of my table. The scent of her perfu—sothing sharp, like gunpowder and jasmine—mingled with the bitter aroma of coffee.
"Well, well," she purred, her voice dripping with venomous satisfaction. "If it isn’t Jack Reynolds himself. Slumming it in a xican coffee shop? How... pedestrian of you."
I leaned back in my chair, my smirk never wavering. "Officer Sarah. What a pleasant surprise."
Her eyes flashed, and before I could react, she lunged forward, her fingers clamping around the collar of my shirt like a vise. She yanked
upward, the fabric straining against my throat.
From my seated position, I had a very up-close view of her uniform—how it hugged her curves, the way the buttons of her shirt strained just enough to tease. Damn, she looked good in that uniform. Too good.
"Finally got you, you arrogant piece of shit," she hissed, her breath hot against my face.
I swallowed hard, but my voice remained smooth, unshaken. "Officer, I think there’s been a terrible misunderstanding. You wouldn’t want to make a scene in front of all these innocent civilians, would you?"
Sarah let out a sharp, mocking laugh, her grip tightening. "Misunderstanding?"
She leaned in closer, her lips brushing the shell of my ear as she whispered, "I know everything about you, Mr. Billionaire. Every dirty secret. Everybody you’ve buried. And I know I can’t touch you in Arica—too many of your little puppets in high places. But here?"
She pulled back just enough to et my gaze, her fingers still twisted in my collar. "This is xico, Jack. And in xico, money doesn’t buy everything."
I raised an eyebrow, my voice cool. "You’re making so very serious accusations, Officer Sarah. Care to enlighten ? What exactly am I supposed to have done?"
Her grin was razor-sharp. "Oh, you’re going to love this." She reached into her pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper, slapping it against my chest. "You’re under arrest for the murder of Alejandro Ruiz. Ring any bells?"
I didn’t even glance at the paper. "Never heard of him."
Sarah’s laughter was a dark, velvety sound. "Of course you haven’t. Because he was just another pawn in your little gas, wasn’t he? But here’s the thing, Jack—I know. And I’ve been waiting for this mont for a long ti."
She released my collar with a shove, sending
stumbling back into my chair. "I knew you’d co back eventually. You took Marina and her sister-in-law to Arica, but you left Grandma behind. Stupid move."
She leaned down, her hands braced on the arms of my chair, caging
in. "I had my n watching her like hawks. Just waiting for you to slip up."
I kept my expression neutral, but my mind raced. SERA had wiped everything clean. No evidence. No trail. Sarah was bluffing. She had to be.
As if reading my thoughts, she straightened and turned her head slightly, her voice carrying across the café. "Officers! Take him into custody."
The n who’d been blending into the background—just ordinary custors sipping coffee, scrolling on their phones—stood in unison. Their jackets parted just enough to reveal the glint of badges. Undercover. Of course.
One of them stepped forward, handcuffs already out, but Sarah held up a hand. "No. I’ll do it."
I couldn’t help it—I laughed. This was rich. "You’re really going to cuff
yourself, Sarah? Afraid your boys won’t do it right?"
Her eyes burned with fury, but she didn’t rise to the bait. Instead, she grabbed my wrists, her fingers digging into my skin as she jerked them behind my back. The cold tal of the handcuffs clicked into place, the weight oddly comforting. I twisted my hands experintally, testing her grip.
Sarah leaned in again, her lips brushing my ear as she fastened the cuffs. "That smirk is going to be the first thing I wipe off your face," she murmured.
"You think your money makes you untouchable? That everyone can be bought?" She pulled back, her gaze raking over
with disgust.
"Not , Jack. I don’t care how many zeros are in your bank account. I’m going to enjoy watching you rot in a xican prison."
I t her glare with a slow, deliberate smile. "You’re adorable when you’re angry, Sarah."
Her hand snapped out, gripping my chin hard enough to bruise. "I’m not angry," she spat. "I’m ecstatic. Because I finally have you right where I want you."
The commotion had drawn a crowd now. I spotted Marina first, her heels clicking furiously against the floor as she stord toward us, Ema and Eva trailing behind, their faces pale with shock.
"Officer Sarah!" Marina’s voice was a whip-crack. "What the hell do you think you’re doing?"
Looking at Marina like this... I guess she also rembers Sarah.
Sarah didn’t even glance at her. "Stay out of this, Marina. This doesn’t concern you."
Marina’s eyes were wild, her chest heaving. "Like hell it doesn’t! You can’t just—"
"Master!" Ema and Eva cried in unison, their voices trembling as they clutched at each other.
Sarah finally turned, her expression dripping with false sympathy. "Oh, don’t worry, girls. I’ll make sure your master gets a very fair trial."
She grabbed my arm, yanking
to my feet. "Now, if you’ll excuse us, we have a date with a prison cell."
I let her drag , but not before throwing one last smirk over my shoulder at Marina. "Don’t worry, darling. I’ll be fine."
Marina’s gaze locked onto mine, her dark eyes glinting with a mix of amusent and sothing far more dangerous—trust. A slow, knowing smile curved her lips, the kind that promised secrets and shared understanding.
She didn’t need to say it out loud; we both knew the truth. I’d be fine. No handcuffs, no prison cell, not even Sarah’s burning vendetta could keep
down for long. But the smirk playing at the corners of her mouth told
she was enjoying the show just as much as I was.
Still, she sighed, crossing her arms as she leaned against the café doorway, watching Sarah drag
away. The fun had been ruined—at least for tonight.
And Marina hated when our plans got derailed. Not because she feared for , but because she lived for the chaos, the thrill of the ga. And Sarah, with her dramatic arrest and her undercover goons, had just stolen the spotlight.
She tilted her head, her voice dripping with faux concern as she called after , "Try not to make too many friends in there, mi rey. You know how jealous I get."
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