~Lorenzo POV~
So, here I was in a crappy police station in Brooklyn that smelled like urine, drunk men and a place were dreams and hopes went to die. It’s been four hours, and I can’t seem to get a hold of anyone after I had gotten booked and given my one phone call. Well, it wasn’t quite one call. I was able to flirt with the female officer who was in charge of getting me processed and she graciously allowed me three extra calls. Officer Daniel’s was so kind that she even got me a bag of ice for my swollen lip though her kindness and big breasts was overshadowed by the fact that my cousin Victor had left me here to rot in jail. I couldn’t get a hold of him, or Thomas Clayton, the family lawyer. I knew this was by design as these assholes in Blue would not have had the guts to haul me in
