Soph's P.O.V.
I never noticed how many policemen there are in London - I knew there were a lot of them, but this is just amazing. There had to be at least a hundred in this building, and there's about 15 police stations around London.
They keep rushing up and down the place, not caring about any of us or trying to help us and after a while, we manage to grab attention of the person sitting behind the desk, above which there's a big sign "Information".
<Sophie's P.O.V.I squeal as Axel lifts me in his arms and starts carrying me upstairs. "What are you doing?" I exclaim, laughing.He doesn't reply, instead he just begins to move more quickly upstairs and into our bedroom.Carefully, he sits me down on the bed and presses his lips to mi
Axel's P.O.V."Okay, what did you do with the gun?" Biden asks me, writing things down on the paper.We were currently at his house in case the police managed to install microphones or anything in my home. It was safer to discuss everything here.I thought about it for a second. "I took
The moment Biden and I walk into the police station, everybody's eyes glue onto me, watching my every move and for the first time, I hate the feeling.This is so much different than the way I'm watched when I'm walking to the boxing ring in front of thousands, and I don't like it at all."Follow me." the same policeman tells us curtly as we walk up to him, and he leads me to the same room, the room that might just give me nightmares.
I stare speechless at the picture on the ugly fucking desk, praying to god that there aren't any more, but of fucking course god never listens to me, and so Daniel puts picture after picture on the desk, on each one more visible that I'm driving the car."Do you know what this means?" the dick asks and leans forward, looking me in the eyes. "You lied, Dave, if that's even your name. Didn't your momma teach you not to lie?"I can't control it - in a second I'm in h
Third person's P.O.V.I take Leon into my hands and swirl him around in the air, making him laugh in joy."More, mommy, more!" he cheers as I put him on the ground, lifting his small arms up towards me and unable to resist his charm, I swirl him around again. He laughs like he's having the fun of his life and I can't help but laugh as well.
Axel's P.O.V."I'm gonna murder you. Trust me. As soon as I get out of this shit hole. If you can violate my fucking human rights, I'll violate yours and shot a bullet through your hairy fucking asshole." I threaten the security guard, not having the power to scream any more, and he doesn't wince either. Over the past day, he's heard much worse threats come out of my mouth - they're all making my situation worse, but I cannot help myself - all I can see is Sophie screaming in pain in the hospital, losing our baby and me not being able to be there for her because of my shit habits and shit history.
A few weeks laterThe space was small, smaller than I would expect a court room to be. If I remember correctly, the one back in the states was bigger than this one.I felt hideous, dressed in prisoner's clothing while everyone around me wore suits. The guards didn't allow me to wore one myself because they're a bunch of miserable dicks and want to see others miserable, too.
"So what now?" coach asks me as we drive through the city, getting rid ourselves of paparazzi.It's starting to snow pretty hard outside, so I turn on the windshields and the heating up in my baby, exhaling out.Breathing free air as a free man."The plan now is," I glance at him,