Chapter 95: Go Directly to Jail

Scott-

Something was definitely wrong with Molly. I thought as I drove to the jail to speak to Noah. He hadn't been in the mood to talk about anything but gave me a quick update and asked me to check on Becca.
But I wasn't about to let leave it at that. Something was going on with Noah as well, and I did not like being in the dark when it came to people that I cared about.
It had been difficult enough to leave Molly when she had been so agitated and looked run down. But Molly would be there in the morning. I had no idea what would happen to Noah if I didn't get to him right away.
I pulled up in front of the police station and hurried inside. It took a good 20 minutes for someone not only to talk to me but figure out if I could speak to Noah. Luckily enough, Noah was still in the back talking to his lawyer.
When I got into the room with them. I was almost shocked at Noah. His hair was so messed up that he looked like he had been jerking on it for hours. His clothes were beyond wrinkled, and his face was as white as a ghost.
"What the hell is going on?" I demanded.
The lawyer looked up from the paperwork and frowned at me. I was startled by how young and good-looking the lawyer was. He didn't look much more than a year or two older than me. Certainly much too young to be managing Noah's multi-million dollar company.
The man's thick, dark hair was perfectly trimmed and completely stylish. There was nothing about this man that was off-brand. The well-tailored, perfectly pressed dark suit screamed money, and I knew it all too well since I was sure my father had the same one in his closet.
"Who are you?" the lawyer asked in a calm, controlled tone.
"Scott Monroe. I'm a friend of Noah's," I introduced myself to him.
"Scott, I told you that you didn't need to come down here. Darrien has this," Noah interrupted before his lawyer could say anything more.
I ignored him and sat across from Darrien. "What's going on with him?"
Darrien looked over at Noah before he answered me. "Noah has been arrested for several crimes. One of them being aggravated assault."
I nodded, not bothering to ask who the accuser was. "Horton, right? That son of a bitch! He forced himself on a woman, then called the police when someone tried to teach him manners."
Darrien's eyes narrowed on me. "Were you there?"
"Hell, yes, I was there," I told him gruffly. "If Noah hadn't stepped in, I might have killed him. Becca is a good friend of the family, and that asshole was trying to rape her!"
"So... it was YOU that broke his nose?" Darrien asked me.
"Ye-"
"No," Noah interrupted, giving me a stern look that shouted for me to shut up.
His tone reminded me of the days he, Eric, and Laurent trained me. If I didn't listen, I was going to screw something up.
"Noah, what--"
"Can you give us a minute?" Noah asked Darrien.
Darrien looked between us and then began to pack up. "You have five minutes. Then I need to start working on your defense. They have several legs up on us, and we are playing catch up."
"What the hell is he talking about?" I demanded as soon as he was gone.
Noah put his fist on his table as if trying to use it to maintain his control. "Scott, I appreciate that you want to help, but you can't be a part of this. Darrien has this well in hand, and he's used to taking on cases like mine. He knows what he's doing. You have to trust me."
"I do trust you, Noah. But this isn't about just me. What about Becca? You can't just leave her in the dark! Not after last night," I pointed out harshly.
Noah winced, and his face somehow turned even paler. "Just...just, tell her that... tell her that I really liked our night, but I'm too old for her, and she needs to find someone better suited to her."
My jaw hit the table before I snapped it shut and gritted my teeth. My temper sparked, and I slammed my own fist on the table and then jumped to my feet.
"What the FUCK is wrong with you, Jones? YOU are the one that pounded it, sometimes literally, into me to NEVER abandon a sub. Especially one like Becca! So I KNOW something is going on. Give me a real answer, and stop being a pussy!" I shouted at him.
Noah sighed and rubbed his hands over his face. "Look... You're right. A lot is going on here, and I can't tell you everything. But you have to believe me. The only way anyone can help me is to leave and let Darrien handle it."
I wanted to believe him, but I couldn't think of a damn thing that could have happened that would make him turn away from everyone. Especially not Becca.
"Don't you love her?" I asked, unable to understand.
Noah's eyes met mine, and the soul-deep pain seared me even though it wasn't my own.
"It's because I love her that I'm walking away. I would rather die than destroy her. And if I stay, I will." Noah admitted quietly.
I was speechless for a long time before I finally leaned in and got an inch away.
"Out of all the years, I've known you. I never would have taken you for such a fucking coward," I growled. "To hell with you."
I turned and walked out before I gave in and broke HIS nose.

Molly -

I slept like crap after Scott left. Even after crying my soul out, I still tossed and turned in bed for a while before finally slipping into a restless sleep.
When my alarm went off, I stumbled into the bathroom and tried to throw up as quietly as I could. The shower perked me up, but I still trudged through getting dressed and searching for coffee.
Scott was already at the table and looked worse than I felt. He took a few seconds to acknowledge me as if he was asleep before he heard my footsteps.
When he looked up, I could see the lines of exhaustion around his eyes and mouth. Suddenly, how I felt was the last thing on my mind as I hurried to his side.
"Are you alright?" I asked, putting my hand on his arm.
Scott shook his head. "Something has got Noah all messed up, and he's not thinking clearly."
I frowned, my concern growing. "What happened? Why was he arrested?"
Scott took a sip of his coffee like he needed to wake up a bit more before he answered.
"He won't tell me everything. But he's being charged with assault by Keith Horton," he explained.
I winced. "But don't they know that Noah was trying to protect Becca? Keith is the one that should be arrested!"
"I know, I know. But he's refusing my help. I don't know what else to do," Scott admitted.
"We have to talk to Becca," I stated, draining a cup of coffee, hoping it would hit my brain quickly.
"The last thing he wanted to do was to talk to Becca. He specifically said he didn't want her around. He would kill us," Scott told me.
"I didn't say bring her to him. I said that we need to go talk to her," I replied, then gave him a once over. "Except you are not driving anywhere."
I held my hand out for his keys. Scott looked like he was about to protest, but I held up my free hand.
"Either you give them now, or I'll take them when you fall asleep," I told him.
He grumbled but handed them over before laying his head on his arms. "I'll catch up."
I gave him a soft smile, then hurried away to the sound of his soft snore.