Novel & Cerita Wrapped Around Your Finger The Police

She felt like a headless fly, bumping around aimlessly, unsure if all this blind rushing would yield any results. Prison. "No. 13! The officer wants to see you." The man in the wheelchair lowered his head and quietly gazed at the sunflower in his palm. It was a flower made of yellow yarn, with green yarn randomly embellishing the stamen. Because he was too serious, he didn't notice when the police officer walked up to him. "No. 13," the police officer suddenly raised his voice. The man's fist clenched swiftly. The police officer laughed and said, "I saw it."

“You should have never come to this city. It’s over now.” I raised a hand to give a signal to the police officers who were watching from their established perimeters. Before she could run, she was surrounded by police officers. I chuckled and shook my head. I couldn't have timed the whole thing more perfectly. "Very smart," I said when she didn't try to struggle as the policemen handcuffed and read her rights. "Officers," I called loudly, and several of them came to my side. "Remember the camera room? You need to see it."

I said, diving at him to land a punch” “Stop, sir. That’s not necessary” The policemen held me back. “Not necessary? This motherfucker right here ruined my life for the past week. I can’t move from a point to another without having fingers pointing at me, tagging me a thief” “Adam! Get back into the car right now!” Detective commanded.

Then: “Police! Please open up." My breath caught. What?

The man, who had been holding my hands behind my back painfully all this time, finally let me go and I hesitantly turned around, and my breath catching in my throat. A police officer was stood there, his hand on his gun and a stern expression on his face. He had an accomplice, whose hands were in his pockets, a scarf around his neck, and a woolen hat on his brown hair. "Don't take another step forward!" The policeman’s voice was both stern and cold. "You are under arrest. Hands where I can see them!" The words echoed in my ears, I couldn't quite believe it. I had done nothing wrong to deserve this, why was I getting arrested?

That lowlife who dared to touch him before Warin rescued him… I would personally make sure those filthy fingers were broken, one by one. I dialed the police officer immediately, my voice low and cold. “Listen carefully. Find every single idiot on that footage. Make sure they get arrested. The moment they’re in your custody, inform me at once.” I ended the call without waiting for a reply. I slipped back into the ward and leaned down to kiss Narat gently on his forehead. His skin felt warm under my lips.

Blood—wet and tacky—coated my fingers and ran in a thin line down my wrist, still warm against my skin. Jade’s on the floor. “New York Police Department, raise your hands where I can see them!” “Ms. Dana Sosa, you are under arrest for attempted murder” the policeman said while signaling me to place my hands at the back. “You have the right to remain silent” he says. He grabs my wrist, turns me and snaps the cuffs sharply on my wrist. He pats me down, takes my phone from my back pocket, and drops it in an evidence bag. He seals it, before handing it over to his partner.

My eyes fell onto Felicia who was now in the hands of the police officers, metal cuffs around her wrists as they hauled her to the back of the police car. “Wait.” I drawled, my voice sounding like big drums being hit together, maybe it was only in my chest. But sheer resentment followed the words, echoing around the vast space filled with onlookers who had their mouths hidden by their palms, trying to cover the sorrow on their faces.

Tayo screamed. "Sorry, but you have been double crossed." Henry winked at a seething Tayo. On cue, the police began to troop in from different angles and soon they were all surrounded. One came behind Tayo and held his hand behind him and cuffed it. Henry turned to Jewel and and held her to his body as she sighed in relief, whispering sweet nothings to her ear. The head police walked up to Tayo.

My mind races, trying to make sense of the situation, as I struggle to comprehend how I could be implicated in such a destructive event. The police officers cautiously approach me, suspicion clear in their eyes. I raise my hands in a gesture of innocence, desperately trying to convey that I had no involvement in the chaos surrounding us. “Officer, I promise I didn't do this,” I plead, my voice trembling with fear and frustration. However, my words seem to go unheard as they handcuff me tightly, their grip unforgiving. Panic overwhelms me as I realize I am being accused of a crime I did not commit, and I am powerless to prove my innocence.