The Love From Vengeance (Ariel and Luke) novel Chapter 148

148 SUSPECT 

MASON’S POV 

“I don’t get it. Why have you guys come to my house? Am I a suspect, or what?” I asked the cops who were both standing at my door. 

“You came too fast about that,” the lady spoke. She was dark in complexion, and I could tell she was one rude bitch, the kind of person who wouldn’t give a fuck about anybody. 

“Well, sir. We came here looking for someone,” she added. 

“You came looking for someone, at my house?” I had to act like I was confused. But I could guess who or what they were talking about. 

“Of course. Now get your ass off the way so we can get it,” she stated coldly. 

“Okay Trinity, I think you need to calm down,” the man told her calmly. “We have to be on our best attitude, remember?” 

“This is my best attitude. I don’t give about this criminal.” 

“You can’t tell if he’s a criminal,” the man told her. 

“You scared of this motherfucker?” She chuckled. “I ain’t scared of his ass one bit. 

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“Can you both please tell me what’s going on?” I was irritated, but I tried to keep myself together. “And who is this woman calling a motherfucker?” 

“You of course, motherfucker,” she answered, her tone still galling. 

“Just keep it down, will you?” the man held her shoulders, but she quickly put an end to that. 

“Oh I’m gonna keep it down!” 

“Thank you,” he told her softly, and she turned her face away. The man glanced at me. “Look sir, we’ve heard from people about this woman being with you earlier this morning. Harriet Donald, and they directed us to this apartment. I believe this is where you live.” 

“Yes it is. But Harriet Donald? Who’s that?” 

“Don’t act like you don’t know her!” the woman snarled at me immediately. Trinity, if that was her name. 

The man suspired. “Calm down, okay? We haven’t actually clarified anything.” 

“What the fuck is there to clarify?” 

“Please be more respectful,” he told her, and turned back to me. “You see, Harriet was arrested for murder. She killed a priest at the wedding of Luke Reynold and Ariel Walker. I believe you must have heard of them.” 

“Of course he’s heard about them.” 

“Not now Trinity!” The man vocalized almost clamorous. He was sick of this woman’s disgusting attitude, and so was I. How did she even join the police force? “Sir, this Harriet we’re talking about, escaped from prison. And when we were informed about it, we started searching for her. Some people told us that they saw her with you, and they directed us to your house.” 

“I see. Do you have a search warrant?” I questioned him, 

“Well, not really.” 

“Good. So I don’t think this search is going to be possible.” 

“Oh shut yo ass up and get out of the way.” Trinity pushed me backwards. And then she marched inside the house. 

“Hey, I can sue you for this,” I told her. 

“Do shit all you want. But we ain’t letting that murderer get away.” 

“And how are you so sure that she’s at my house?” 

“Just shut up and let the cops do their job.” 

I looked at her fellow cop, and he just shrugged, before stepping foot in the house as well. Now I had no idea where Harriet had run to. But she was a lady with brains. It could be possible that she already flee from my apartment. 

They began to search, and I kept telling them countless times that she wasn’t here, but they refused to buy that. Trinity was livid, and she kept accusing me of hiding Harriet. 

“Look, I don’t know where she is. You can keep searching if you want, but you won’t find her here,” I said, trying to keep my cool. 

“We’ll see about that,” Trinity spat, pushing past me and continuing her search. The other cop, whose name I still didn’t know, looked at me apologetically before following her. 

I sighed and leaned against the wall, watching as they rummaged through my belongings. As the cops searched every nook and cranny of my house, I could feel my patience wearing thin. I kept telling them that Harriet wasn’t here, but they 

refused to believe me. Trinity was especially persistent, constantly yelling at me and accusing me of hiding the fugitive. 

After what felt like hours, they finally finished their search and found no sign of Harriet. Trinity’s face turned red with anger as she realized that I was telling the truth. Well, I wasn’t actually telling the truth, but to them, I was telling the truth. 

The man, who had been more level–headed throughout the whole ordeal, apologized to me for the inconvenience. “I’m sorry for the disturbance, sir. We were just doing our job,” he was looking embarrassed by Trinity’s behavior. 

I couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction at seeing Trinity humbled. “No problem, officer. Just doing your job, right?” 

He nodded and they both left, with Trinity shooting me one last glare before storming out of my house. I let out a sigh of relief and leaned against the wall. That was a tough one, good thing Harriet had to capitalize. Now, where the hell could she be? 

ARIEL’S POV 

Later in the day, Luke and I finally arrived at his house. We stood at the gate as we both gazed at it. I thought I was never going to see this place again. I thought my journey in this world would end last night, but guess I was just lucky again. Too many bad moments, I had been through so much. And here I was, still alive. No, I wasn’t perfect at all. Righteous at hell, definitely not me. I was just average, and I hoped life wouldn’t get any worse. I didn’t need any more horrific scenes in my life.