My Anti-hero Fairy System-Chapter 65. Pretty Boy Problems

Cara tilted her head, her smile widening. "Let’s just say I have my ways of being very persuasive."

"Thank you, Cara. Seriously, thank you. I was starting to worry I’d be stuck here all night. And trust me, these guys had plans for me, and none of them were good or pleasant," Travis said, gesturing toward the other inmates in the cell.

One of them, a hulking, muscular man with a face only a mother could love, leaned against the bars and smirked. "Oh, pretty boy’s leaving us. That’s a shame. I had a romantic evening all planned out, that would include a lot of ramming and pounding."

Travis turned to Cara, mild fear flashing in his eyes. "See what I’m talking about?"

Cara couldn’t hold back her laughter. "I get it now. They were going to bend you over and show you a very good time."

"Stop laughing! It’s not funny," Travis snapped, grabbing his phone as an officer handed it back to him.

"Oh, come on! It’s a little funny," Cara said, still chuckling.

Travis gave her a pointed look. "I bet you wouldn’t be laughing if I were a woman."

Cara’s laughter died down as she realized he was right. "Okay, fair point," she admitted. "Let’s just get out of here. And for the record, no one was going to touch you. This is a police station, not a prison."

Travis rolled his eyes but followed her as they walked past the metal detector and out of the station. A taxi was waiting for them outside, and they climbed in. The sun was already setting, casting an amber glow over the city streets. By the time they reached the mansion, it was 7 p.m., and the air had turned cool.

Cara pressed the button at the gate, and Max appeared on the CCTV monitor. Moments later, the gate creaked open, and the two of them walked in.

Max greeted them with a smile. "Wow! Welcome back, Sir. I was starting to think you’d be spending the night in jail."

Travis grimaced, clearly disgusted by the thought. "God, no. Thank heavens that didn’t happen."

Cara burst out laughing, drawing both their attention. Travis shot her a glare. "Stop laughing! I mean it, Cara, cut it out!"

Max, now curious, looked between them. "What’s going on?" he asked.

Cara, still giggling, said, "Some guys in jail were planning to bend Travis over tonight."

Max froze for a second before breaking into laughter himself. "No way! Oh, man, that’s—sorry, Sir, but that’s hilarious."

Travis groaned, throwing his hands up. "You two are the worst. This isn’t funny!"

Max, wiping a tear from his eye, said, "I’m sorry, Sir. I couldn’t help it. But hey, welcome home, where nobody’s going to bend you over."

Travis shook his head in exasperation and stormed off toward the building. Cara, still grinning, hurried after him. "Travis, wait! Don’t be mad—it *was* kind of funny!" she called, her laughter still bubbling in her voice.

She caught up to him and said, "Sorry, the thought of you getting railed amuses me. I’ll try to be less entertained."

Travis shot her a sharp look but said nothing. They entered the house in silence, walking into the sitting room where Rudy was on the phone. Arlene sat beside him, her expression a mix of worry and anticipation, waiting to hear whatever news Rudy had to share.

Ashley appeared in the hallway, clearly heading toward the sitting room, probably eager to hear updates about Travis’s arrest. She was the first to spot them. Her face froze in a stoic mask as she said, "Dad, it seems your lawyers have done the impossible."

At her words, Rudy and Arlene turned toward the door. Arlene’s face instantly lit up, and she and Rudy rose quickly from their seats, rushing toward Cara and Travis.

Arlene threw her arms around Travis, hugging him tightly as if he’d just returned from war. "Welcome back, son," she said warmly, pulling back to look at him. Her affection was clear—it was obvious, Cara thought, that Arlene loved this fool like her own.

Meanwhile, Rudy remained rooted in place, his face a mix of disbelief and suspicion. His thoughts were already racing. How had this happened? Who had intervened? Why would Sheriff Hader let Travis go? And, most importantly, how could he twist this situation to his advantage? Travis being in jail had been a convenient narrative for his campaign, a way to discredit Hader and sway public opinion. Now, with Travis free, Rudy’s calculations had to change.

Cara caught snippets of his scheming thoughts as she read his mind, and she couldn’t help but shake her head at the lengths Rudy would go for power.

"I’m happy you’re back, son," Rudy finally said, his tone forced. "But how did this happen? My lawyers have been feeding me nothing but bad news."

*Yes, the bad news you so desperately wanted to hear, you bastard,* Cara thought to herself.

"Cara went to the station and worked some magic or something," Travis said, his voice tinged with gratitude. "I don’t know how she did it, but I’m really grateful."

Rudy smiled faintly, though his tone carried an undercurrent of menace that Cara picked up on immediately. "She did, didn’t she?"

Arlene turned to Cara, her eyes brimming with gratitude. "Thank you, honey, for getting him out of jail."

Cara shrugged casually. "I didn’t do much. I just pointed out a few things to the sheriff, and he realized there was no reason to keep Travis locked up. Honestly, it’s the kind of thing his lawyers *should* have done."

"My lawyers did their job perfectly," Rudy said, his voice tight. "The problem is that the evidence against my son is too damning."

Cara arched an eyebrow, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "The evidence against Travis was purely circumstantial... but sure, let’s give your lawyers a gold star for effort."

Ashley, who had been quietly observing, finally stepped forward. She approached Travis and hugged him tightly. "Welcome home, bro," she said softly.

With the family reunion in full swing, Cara took the opportunity to slip away. She climbed the stairs to her room, closed the door behind her, and tossed her jacket onto a nearby chair. Sitting on the edge of her bed, she pulled out her phone and started scrolling through messages, trying to focus on something other than Rudy’s twisted mind games.

Her brief solitude didn’t last long. The door to her room swung open abruptly, and Ashley marched in. Her face was flushed with anger, her expression tight with betrayal.

Cara looked up, surprised but calm. "Ashley," she said coolly. "Can I help you?"

Ashley didn’t stop until she was standing directly in front of Cara. Her voice was sharp and accusatory as she said, "Why did you help him get out of jail? Are you siding with him now?"