Free Texas Tornado (Freebirds Book 5) by Lani Lynn Vale Page A

child.”
    “You don’t know their relationship. You don’t see how he dotes on her. Gives her everything she needs and wants. Adores her. He would never, ever, do anything so vile as to rape his daughter. To even imply that is so beyond the element of reason that it’s practically hilarious. That man would castrate anyone that even thought about harming his daughter. He’d chop off their balls, open a gash in their belly, and make them bleed. You are a pathetic use for human flesh, and I will see your superior officer about this. You will be taken off this case so fast your fucking head will spin.”
    Snickers were the only thing that could be heard through the crowd.
    Shiloh stepped back from Pierson, but as she did, her foot hit an uneven spot in the ground, and she pitched forward into the detective. He took that opening as an attack on his person, and moved.
    Shiloh went down hard onto the pavement. Her face smashed into the wet grass that lined the side of the parking lot. Her face narrowly missed hitting the curb by mere millimeters. The pink cast that encased her arm didn’t. It smashed into the unforgiving concrete with a thud, and she cried out in agony.
    “Get off her!” I snarled.
    I knew better than to touch him, but it took everything I possessed to stop me.
    “You are under arrest, anything you say or do...” Pierson snarled, pushing Shiloh into the grass even harder, yanking her hands behind her back so hard and tight that her back bowed with the effort to keep her shoulders from pulling out of the socket.
    I was mere milliseconds from going for Pierson’s beady little eyes when a black wall of muscle plowed into Pierson, having him face first in the asphalt of the diner’s parking lot in the next heartbeat.
    Ignoring Sam’s attempt to rein in his temper and not beat the ever-loving shit out of Pierson for daring to lay his hands on his baby sister, I went to Shiloh and helped her sit up. Her hand went to her casted one and she cradled it close to her chest, but her face was set in grim determination.
    “You okay, Shiloh?” I said, dropping to my knees and pulling her into the wall of my chest.
    “Pissed, but okay.” She said.
    “Get off me!” Pierson screeched.
    My eyes followed the screeching sounds, and I very nearly laughed. Sam had Pierson detained with a knee in the small of Pierson’s back, and one hand keeping his hands behind his back, much the same way he’d done to Shiloh.
    “Oh, does this not feel good, you prick? Do you not like it when you get treated the same way you just treated an innocent woman? I don’t give a goddamn if you’re the fucking queen of England. You will never touch my fucking sister again, do you hear me?” He shouted in Pierson’s ear.
    Pierson cowered away from him, his head turning, pleading practically for help from his fellow officers. None of it came.
    “Do you see what is being done to me, you imbecile?” He sneered at the closest officer.
    The man, one I’d seen from time to time around town, was a good man. He had a wife and new kid at home, and loved to show off pictures of his little boy. That same man who loved his kid so much turned his back on a fellow officer and walked further away from the scene.
    Pierson tried it three more times with three other officers, all ranging from rookies to the most seasoned officers, all walked away and left him on his own.
    “Now, I’m gonna let you go, but I better not find you even thinking about my sister again. James is off limits, too. You have an airtight story from him and eight other witnesses. Stop being a little prick and do your job.” He hissed as he shoved off him and stood.
    We’d had our first run-in with Detective Pierson last year when Winter shot an intruder in her bedroom. Ever since then, we’d had the displeasure to be on his ‘list.’ He made it a habit to make sure we were on the up and up. Every once in a while he’d drop by on the pretense of having a ‘talk’ while