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 abuse. 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
