“You’ll be on house arrest, monitored with an ankle monitor until trial,” The judge announced, their serious voice, eyes piecing directly at you.

Swallowing, knowing you couldn’t fight back the verdict.

“Excuse me?” You may have no been able to fight back, but you were still angered by the sentence.

Anger flashes through the pogues faces, looking over at the judge with expressions flustered on their face—The fucking nonsense, all because kooks filed against you.

This was absolute, pure, bullshit.

“Y’all got what you deserved!” You yelled, facing the crowd.

Fucking hell, a few kooks eyes caught yours. Topper fucking Thornton, laughing. Having a nice little chuckle, nudging his bestfriend, Rafe Cameron who stared at you with a disgusted look.