CHAPTER FOURTEEN
MASON
Being booked into jail is pretty uneventful, though it doesn’t help that every person I pass knows my dad. I am f****d. I’ve been sitting on a bench in a stark white cell for the past three hours. My fists and face hurt, and when I’m finally granted my one phone call, I dial Liam.
He answers immediately.
“How’s jail?” he singsongs, which causes me to snort.
“All I’m missing is a straitjacket. Already watched a dude piss all over the floor.” I roll my eyes just thinking about it.
“Real quick. We each gave statements, and Sophie gave one too. She was truthful, Mason. Talked about the verbal and physical a***e. They took pictures of her bruises, and she put it all out there. It was really bad, Mason. You were right. If you wouldn’t have killed him, I would have af
