"Domestic assault, underage drinking, and possession of illegal substances. Looks bad this time, Jessa." Cam said as he took my fingerprints down at the police station. "How are you planning on getting out of this one?"

"What, you don't think I can charm myself out of it this time?" I asked, raising my eyebrow at him.

"Probably not."

"I'll give you a hand job if you drop the charges." I batted my pretty light blue eyes at him and looked down.

"Now I'll have to tack on bribery charges." Cam smiled down at me and shook his head.

He grabbed the next finger and the next until I was perfectly printed. I was dancing along in front of him to the music in my head as he walked me over to the camera to get my new mugshot. My Mom could hang this on the wall next to Jax's glorious crowning achievements for being a nerd.

"Can't I at least fix my hair?" I complained as he pushed me in front of the camera.

"No. It looks perfect sticking up like that." He was laughing at me as I pouted.

Cam walked back over and grabbed the handcuffs to escort me to his desk to finish filling out the report. At least he wasn't going to make me go sit in the cell the whole time I was here.

"Sit down and stay quiet." He whispered into my ear before pushing me down in the chair.

"Hey Nash, finally found yourself a girlfriend?" One of the other officers hollered over to him.

"No, I've been too busy with your Mom." Cam called back. His cheeks flushed when I looked up at him and raised my eyebrow. Sweet innocent little Cameron Nash was making your Momma jokes.

"Hey, honey." One of the other officers said walking by me. He was on the portly side and waddled a little bit as he walked. He kind of looked like a chubby duck. He ran his hand along the back of my chair and flipped a lock of my hair.

"Hey, handsome." I said, turning on the sex kitten charm. I licked my lips and locked eyes with him. The poor guy ran straight into the corner of a desk and drilled his nuts. I almost peed my pants because I was laughing so hard. When I looked back at Cam, he didn't look the least bit amused.

"Seriously, Jessa! This is a police station, not a singles bar." Cam threw his hands up.

"You're just jealous because they like me better than you." I stuck my tongue out at him.

Another one of Cam's little buddies walked up behind me and leaned over my chair, gripping the armrests. He gave me his best sexy smolder as he pressed into my back.

"What's going on, gorgeous?" He said, looking down at me.

"Damnit!" Cam screamed and walked around the desk. He pushed the guy back and then grabbed me by my cuffed hands, dragging me out of the room. I waved at the guy from my handcuffs. He mouthed "so hot" while sticking his tongue out like he was going to lick me.

Cameron threw open the door to the jail cells and we were greeted by a female police officer on guard. She nodded to Cam and then looked me over with her eyes. Little Miss Priss was judging me.

Cameron unlocked the cell door and threw me in. I turned around and gave him my hands so he could remove the cuffs.

"You are too much sometimes." Cam said, whispering into my ear as he loosened my shackles.

"Come on, Cami. I'm just having a little bit of fun. You know you're still my one and only." I purred back to him.

Cameron took the handcuffs and placed them back on his belt. He turned and walked away, yelling back to the lady on guard.

"Keep an eye on her. Do not let anyone else back to see her other than me." 

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"Jessa Miller. What the hell did you do now?"

I groaned when I heard the angry voice bellowing down at me. I laid my throbbing head back against the cold metal bars in the tiny cell and closed my eyes.

"Hey, Uncle Aiden." I slurred low and slow.

"Why am I getting calls from your Mother to leave work to bail you out again?" Uncle Aiden asked me with sad puppy eyes.

"I didn't do anything! I just had a few people over last night. Jax was overreacting." I rolled my eyes at him. Uncle Aiden was such a drama queen.

"You punched him in the face! You're lucky I got to your Mom and calmed her down before she got to you. You're pushing your luck. She's ready to pack your bags to send you through the program again."

"I'm turning 21 in two months! She is so annoying!" I stood up and pulled my hair in frustration. I had been to mental health facilities seven times in the last four years. I didn't want another round of 'only you can decide if you want to get better' bullshit. I detested the family therapy sessions where we all sat around and talked about our feelings about my self-destructive decisions. It was my fucking life.

"Jessa, I love you, sweetheart. This has to stop. You know you can't keep going like this." Uncle Aiden teared up while he stared at me.

My heart dropped knowing he was hurting and I was the cause of it. Uncle Aiden had been there for me my whole life and loved me more than anyone else did. We may not actually have the same blood running through our veins, but he was more my family than anyone else I had. That included my parents and good-for-nothing punk-ass brother.

"I know. I'm sorry. Can you get me out of here now?" I sighed, telling him what he wanted to hear so I wouldn't have to see that look of disappointment on his face again. I was a people pleaser. It was a terrible trait, but I enjoyed making people happy as long as they weren't related to me. I could care less about making my family happy.

Truthfully, I only said it because I needed his help so I could go pilfer more booze from the liquor store down the street. My body was starting to shake with only water running through my veins.

"It depends." Cam said leaning against the doorway with his superior cop face leering at me. He pushed his light blond hair back, mocking me. I wanted to reach my hands out of the cell and strangle his perfect holier-than-thou attitude from his body.

"On what?" I stomped, annoyed at the two men holding me hostage.

"On you promising to act like an actual adult instead of a spoiled child." Cam crossed his arms over his chest and frowned at me. "You also have to quit beating up your brother. I can't keep sticking out my neck for you to get the charges dropped again."

Uncle Aiden stepped back from my cage as Cam walked over to unlock the door to let me out. I smiled and jumped up and down as he turned the big skeleton looking key with a dramatic flair. He pulled open the heavy steel door and motioned for me to step out.

I leapt into his arms like a wild woman. I wrapped my legs around his waist and tightened them around him so he couldn't even attempt to pry me off.

"I take back every mean thing I have ever said to you, Cheese Puff. You're not stale. You're as fresh as the day they bagged you." I kissed his cheek. I could feel him chuckle at the nickname my jerk brother gave him years ago. I still liked to whip it out once in a while to see his face turn purple. He hated the nickname.

"Call me later?" He asked, running his fingers up and down my spine.

"You know it." I said, winking at him. I swung my hand back hard and grabbed a nice big handful of his hard muscular backside. Cam had a killer ass. The perfect amount of meat to hold onto while he was driving deep into...

I had forgotten Uncle Aiden was in the room.

He clicked his tongue at me and turned to walk out the door. I would be lucky to get two words out of him on the car ride home. Uncle Aiden was my hero, but even he couldn't overlook my flaws. Just like everyone who had ever come into my life, I was one move away from pushing him away too. At least he had a pretty wife and some annoying little rugrats to keep his attention. The only thing I had was the empty bottles still littering my parent's kitchen.

I was a hopeless fucking mess. It was awesome being me.