Bad Boy (2 page)

Jacqueline

I’m going to do it,
no more stalling. Lately Mindy’s been a lot more persistent than usual as if
she were on a mission of some sort. She knew better than anyone else what my
life was like. She also knew that there was only one thing that would fix what
ailed me. Tonight I’m going to ask her, tonight I’ll find the courage to bring
up his name and see what happens? With any luck she won’t tell me that he’s
married and happy somewhere with some other woman. I rubbed my tummy where the
dull ache begun, it was always that way whenever I thought of Jake with another
girl, loving her the way he did me. “I can’t go on like this this is nuts.”
Jumping off my bed I headed for the door to assess the lay of the land. All was
quiet out there but you never know where daddy might be lurking, he’s weird
like that. I tiptoed down the hallway to my parents’ door and placed my ear
against it. Please don’t let them be doing anything but sleeping or in the
middle of one of daddy’s lectures. It seemed quiet in there so I headed back to
my room.

Taking a deep breath
I dialed Mindy who seemed to be waiting by the phone because she snatched it up
on the first ring. “Please tell me you can break out of solitary girlfriend.” I
had to laugh at her description of my
life,
she wasn’t
too far off the mark. Ever since I’d put the brakes on daddy’s matchmaking
attempts he’s been holding me prisoner almost. That was his way of bending me
to his will I guess. Little did he know that the only reason I’d been playing
it safe for the past three and a half years was so I could one day be
completely free of him and his tyrannical rules. After I drag every bit of
information out of Mindy about Jake I’m going to find him, that’s my big plan.
What happens after that is anybody’s guess but at lease I would know that I’d
tried for my happiness. “I’ll meet you on the outskirts of town maybe we can go
to that place you’re always talking about.”

“Are you serious?
This is great, I have something to tell you but I don’t want to do it over the
phone…” She started rambling but I cut her off before she got too far, there’s
only one thing I wanted to know right now, the one thing that would decide the
course of my actions. “Just answer me this one thing Mindy…is Jacob married?”

“No he isn’t that’s what I need to talk to you
about.” My whole body relaxed with her admission, I hadn’t even been aware that
I’d been that tense. As long as he was still free I could work with that, I
just hope he even remembered me, or even wanted me still. I had my first
niggling of fearful doubt. What if he didn’t want me anymore? What if all those
things he’d whispered to me while he’d been thrusting himself into my body were
just empty words? Things said to a naïve girl in the heat of the moment? No
Jackie don’t give up now, you’ve been waiting for this for far too long to give
up now.

“We’ll talk when I
get there let me get dressed and I’ll be out of here in half an hour. And Mindy
I have something to tell you too.” I’d never told her how I still felt about
her brother and if I was going to pull this off I was going to need her help. I
dug out the low rider jeans and black halter-top I’d buried at the bottom of my
closet, and the three inch heeled snakeskin boots. Daddy wouldn’t approve but I
just had to have them. I’d actually had Jake in mind when I bought them earlier
in the year on one of my rare solo shopping trips. Mom usually took me shopping
and then it was sundresses and skirts. Jeans apparently were for the lower
classes; somebody forgot to tell daddy that he wasn’t the king of Siam.

I checked myself out
in the mirror. Not bad although my ass looked like it was trying to escape. The
heels added a little height and lifted things rather nicely if I do say so
myself. I wasn’t sure about the cleavage I’ve never shown that much skin
before, very daring. I felt my blood spike as I imagined Jake seeing me in
something like this. When we’d been sneaking around three years ago all he’d
ever seen me in were the little girl dresses mom insisted I wear. It was a
wonder he’d even noticed me back then. But he had, boy had he ever.

Jake

Three and a half
years ago she was too young. I couldn't ask her to walk away from her family
and everything she knew, it wouldn't have been fair. I know her asshole sperm
donor thinks that he and his friends had scared me off but nothing could be
farther from the truth. I'd already made up in my mind by then what I was going
to do. How I was going to bide my time until she was considered an adult in
every sense of the word. I have everything all planned out, been planning since
the first day she looked at me like I hung the fucking moon. I'm not stupid, I
knew there was no way her old man would go for it but I also knew that what I
saw in her eyes back then, and what I had begun to feel in my heart could
overcome anything in time.

I hadn't meant to
take her that night. We'd been sneaking around behind her father's back for
weeks every chance we got. She'd given him and her mom some cockamamie story
about extra tutoring, and they were so lax that they'd never given it another
thought. I'd learned from our conversations that as long as her dad thought he
was in control that's all he cared about. He wasn't too much into the details,
or maybe it was just that he'd cowed his wife and daughter so much over the
years that he expected blind obedience in all things. I'd peeped his game from
the gate that's why I’d been willing to wait. I know his type. Having been born
into poverty I knew what it felt like to be under everyone's thumb. People
seemed to equate lack of money with lack of human feeling. If you're poor you
were to be treated like trash. Gary Willoughby was the worse sort of asshole
when it came to that offense. I don't think he even knew what me or anyone else
in my family looked like for that matter and my mother and father had worked for
him for years before dad died. I'd tried to get mom out after the whole thing
went down and he’d threatened to fire her but she'd refused. She didn't think
her twenty three year old son should carry the burden of taking care of a
mother and a younger sister. I was just getting my start in the force but even
then I would’ve made it work. I tuned back in to what was going on around me
can’t carry out an Op with a hard on which is my usual state whenever I think
of my baby girl. Three, almost four years of going without pussy was playing
hell on my dick but my boy didn’t want anyone but her. Too bad for the criminal
element, I used all my pent up energies and frustration hunting their asses.

“Let’s finish this
then if you’re happy with the goods, the boss will be waiting.” I passed him
the case full of money which he passed off to one of the goons to be checked
for authenticity. This shit was nothing like the movies. It took time and
planning to be executed just right. These fucks took their business seriously,
down to every last detail and they had the money and resources to carry it out.
This fuck Mikhail
Zubrinsky
could buy and sell three
third world countries and still be a multi billionaire. Why the fuck he needed
to get caught up in this shit was anyone’s guess but I guess once an agent
always an agent. It had been fun pitting my skills against the best The
Rus
had to offer. They thought they were so slick, thought
they were getting one over on the good old U.S. of A but they were fucked.

Even now as we speak
the rest of my team was busy rounding up his lackeys. His front man had been
the first to go down, then the assholes that’d been peddling this shit from
Kansas to Texas. We had the Mexicans pushing weed on one side and these fucks
coming in from the other. The Chicanos had a new problem now though. They were
no longer high on the D.E.A.’s list of takedowns but since America had jumped
on the legalization bandwagon our shit was homegrown; they were fucked.

Jake

I saw the goon nod
his approval to his boss and sent my signal to my team that had the place
surrounded. There was a flurry of movement as the door was broken down and the
place flooded with undercover cops with guns drawn. “Nobody move, hands in the
air.” I kept my eyes on Mikhail as I raised my hands in surrender, one wrong
move and I would have no problem blowing my cover to put a cap in his ass.
“What the fuck what is this? You
narced
me
Zubrinsky
you fuck?” Hector flew at the other man who even
under threat of arrest was one smooth customer. He got up from the table as one
of the agents restrained Hector. Folding his arms across his chest he looked
down his nose at the rest of us as though we were offal. “You cannot touch me I
have diplomatic immunity.” He smiled like the sly fox he was rumored to be. Too
bad for him I’d found a way around his little get out of jail free card. I wish
I was the one to break it to him but it was just as good watching my boy Terry
do it.

“Not anymore you
don’t asshole, you fucked with Homeland on this one. Hands behind your back.”
To say he was displeased would be an understatement. I kept my cool but with a
pissed off look on my face. As an aide to my supposed boss’s second hand man I
wouldn’t have too much to say, I would be too busy worrying about my own ass. I
watched as my team carried out my orders to the letter, couldn’t have any
fuckups on this one, one wrong move and he’d walk on some trumped up
technicality. I had him sewn up nice and tight with all the evidence I’d
accumulated in the last couple of months. The only way he could walk is if some
asshole played dirty politics at which point I would be going after said
asshole.

It took damn near
forever to go through the whole ruse of fingerprinting, bail hearings and all
the other bullshit that came with a sting. I went through it all in full sight
of all the other players so there would be no question that I was who I said I
was. I probably wouldn’t be using the same cover ever again but it pays to make
this shit look legit in case someone got the bright idea of a payback. I don’t
trust this KGB fuck no farther than I could spit him, these fuckers are like a
six headed snake, you cut one off another springs up to take his place. The
judge had been slipped a fabricated list of all my exploits and since he didn’t
know that it was all bullshit his reactions were very authentic. I don’t trust
anyone with my guys, when I’m running an Op it’s me and my team that’s it. Not
even the captain was privy to all that I was doing, he wasn’t too happy with it
but someone higher up than him, someone that I actually did trust was my
handler. He and only he had any kind of say in what I did. So far there haven’t
been any conflict; that maybe because he knows that the first time there is one
I’d walk without a second thought.

I was finally free
to slip out of the orange jumpsuit and leave the courthouse hours later. The
night was almost over and I was feeling very tired. Weeks of dealing with the
dregs of the earth, takes its toll. It was only at the end of an Op that I could
find release, this time my release was going to be between the thighs of sweet
Jacqueline. I hurried my pace as thoughts of seeing her face for the first time
in three years filled my head. The last picture I’d filched from Mindy’s phone
files was about three weeks old already. The two girls had to sneak around to
see each other but they’d kept in touch the best they could. I didn’t let my
sister know what I’ve been planning until tonight. I almost wanted it to be a
surprise, but now that the time was near I wanted her to know I was coming for
her. The anticipation was sweet as fuck, this time tomorrow night I would be
cumming inside her sweet tight body.

“Fuck it boss next
time you get to do the snort trick, I think I might be slipping I almost
inhaled some of that shit this time.” Hector ran out behind me complaining like
an old woman as usual. “Suck it up cupcake.” He walked next to me to the
parking lot where my Harley sat waiting. I hadn’t ridden my baby in almost two
months. She was probably going to be cranky and give me shit when I hopped on.
“Good job boss, this shit feels good.” It did indeed, too bad there will be
some other asshole in a day or two either with the same shit or a generic knock
off. This shit never ends. At least I’ll be laying low for the next little
while hopefully they’d give me enough time to get my shit done before they ran
wild. Either way I was going to be totally focused on my woman
come
tomorrow.

“Summers get in
here.” The Cap did not sound happy. I wonder what was up his ass this time?
There was no love lost between him and I but I liked to keep the peace and
since I was going to be gone there was no point in rattling his cage. He’d just
use it as an excuse to fuck with my team in my absence and then they’d have to
extract my foot from his ass when I came back “Hey Cap what’s up? I can’t stay
long I need to be on the road in ten.” I’d only stopped in to clear off my desk
and make sure I didn’t leave anything hanging. My guys knew what they needed to
do in my absence, that’s why they were my guys.

“You took a Russian
dignitary into custody without clearing it with me?” He was belligerent and
pissed way the fuck off which was his usual attitude when dealing with me. He’d
also apparently forgotten to take his meds or some fuck this morning. My steady
glare was all that was needed to remind him just who the fuck he was talking
to, but just in case. “Uh captain, you seem to be forgetting something.” He
folded his arms and rocked back and forth on his heels. The potbelly and
receding hairline went with the job I guess, too many years of riding a desk
and pushing papers. “I’m still the captain of this precinct and…” I held my
hand up out of respect to flow his diarrhea of the mouth. “My division has
nothing to do with your house and you know it. We’ve been here before you know
the drill. You have a problem call up the
Supe
.” I
knew he would hate that even more. He resented everything about me, the fact
that he thought I was too young to carry the power within the force that I did,
the fact that I was a transplant. He had a shit load of grievances against
yours truly and I could give a shit. The Superintendent was my direct boss he’s
the only one I answered to. Who he answered to I didn’t know and didn’t care.
It was the deal I’d made when I came on board. I wanted my own team, men and
women that held true to the same ideals. People I knew wouldn’t shank me in the
back for a quick payday. I also wanted full control within reason and that’s
what I’d gotten. There had been a lot of rumbling from certain quarters and
still were but as long as I kept pulling down the hard jobs they were shitting
in the wind. The
Supe
was my kind of guy, he’d joined
the force a hundred years ago it seemed like and he still remembered why he’d
done it, and held true. How he got promoted with his clean record is a mystery.
I know damn good and well that the higher you climbed the dirtier the pool,
like this fuck standing here in front of me. When I get back, one of the first
things I’m going to do is look into his shit. I’ve been hearing way too many
rumblings of late of evidence in high-ranking cases disappearing, witnesses
being gunned down while they were supposed to be under protection. My division
was a separate entity altogether yes, but some of his boys had been slipping
through my backdoor at night asking for my expertise. I hated to put them off
but I had to until I took care of my shit. That took precedence over everything
else. She’s been twenty-one for almost a damn year already, but work and
commitments had kept me here. Now I was free to go if only this fuck would get
his head out his ass already.

“I don’t like this
one bit.” I hope he wasn’t expecting me to answer that shit, he knew better, and
the fact that he was keeping me from my girl was only burying his ass deeper.
The
Supe
had asked me to play nice with this asshole
so for him I would try but if he fucked with me I’d hand him his ass. “I’m sure
you’re well aware by now that I pretty much don’t care what you like or
dislike. Why don’t you write a memo and stick it on that wall over there with
all the rest of that shit? I don’t work for you, the sooner you get that
through your head the sooner we can forego these little chats, now if you’re
done I’ve got shit to do and you’re fucking with my schedule.” So much for
playing nice; but the sight of him standing there looking
all
pompous
when I already knew, and his own men were now coming to believe
that he was dirty, was fucking with my head. Men that were supposed to be able
to trust him with their lives were afraid to do their jobs because they didn’t
know if they’d come out alive. I have no respect for his ass and the longer he
keeps me in his company the more chance of him finding that shit out, and not
in a good way.

After a little more
hemming and hawing and fishing for information which he was never going to get
from me, I walked out of his office and went to do what I’d come here for in
the first place. I needed to be on the road in a few hours. Ever since I’d made
that call it’s as if my dick had a mind of its own, the fucker’s been nagging
me on and off for hours. He knew he was going home soon and since we were in
the last stretch his patience had worn thin. “I hear you boy we’ll have her
soon enough, just a few more hours and we’ll get to see her and taste her
again.”

My guys were sitting
around their desks finishing up paperwork from our sting the night before and
winding down. Our space was open plan; there was no real hierarchy here since I
held such disdain for that shit. My men know who’s in charge I didn’t need to
beat them over the head with that shit. We’re a team, this way everyone knows
they have my undivided attention and that I’m accessible to each of them at any
time.

“Morning boss, you
ready to hit the road?” Terry
McMann
one of my guys
walked over to my desk with coffee in hand, more like swaggered. He’s the one
who’d had the honor of bringing in the Russian last night. I tried to spread
shit out, make everyone feel like they were part of what we were doing here.
I’m no glory hound, that’s for insecure assholes with nothing better to do.
“Morning Terry good job last night, I see you guys got everything squared away
all across the board thanks.” They beamed like five year olds every last one of
them. Who the fuck ever said yelling at and putting down your employees was the
most effective way to go needed to be shot. I don’t reward fuck ups, but
neither do I berate and I always give praise where it’s due. I get more out of
my guys and girl than any one man could ask for.

“We’ve got them tied
up nice and tight the boys from DHS were only too happy to swoop them up. Uh
Samuels was breathing down our necks when we got here.”

“I know we had words, listen all of you, if that
asshole puts pressure on any of you
you
know what to
do.
Supe
will be checking in every once in a while
while
I’m gone but you call me only if it’s an emergency.”
They knew some of what I was doing but not all. They knew there was a woman
involved because over the years the nosy fucks had wondered why there was never
a woman when we hung out with them and theirs. Once someone had tried a hook up
and that shit had went south hard. I’d told the poor blonde to beat it in no
uncertain terms. Of course she’d thought I was an asshole, but the idea of even
entertaining that thought just felt wrong. There was only one woman I wanted
under me and she was a brown-eyed brunette doll with an ass that didn’t quit.

“Everything is
cleared on my end try to keep your noses clean and do what you know you’re
supposed to do.” That was it in just a few more minutes I’ll finally be free
for the next ninety days. Now I can look ahead to what came next. I checked to
make sure I had my little surprise with me because when I walked out of this
building it was me my bike and the open road. I wasn’t taking too much with me
because I wasn’t planning on staying that long. I had a place ready for mom and
Mindy because there was no way I was going to leave them back there to deal
with the backlash. There was just one more thing I had to take care of, my
rogue agent, pain in my ass. Thirteen men and only one gave me any trouble.

“Jason you make sure
Melissa takes care of herself and don’t try any of her shit while I’m gone. No
active for her until I get back she can ride a desk and push papers. That ought
to keep her little ass out of trouble until she foals.” The room erupted in
laughter as a half eaten apple came flying at my head. “You know if you don’t
make it a rule she’s not gonna listen to me Jake.” I was busy straightening up
the papers and files on my desk and making sure I wasn’t leaving anything
unfinished. Leaving for a whole three months was easier said than done though
I’d been preparing since I’d put in for the leave with the
Supe
.
The Cap had wanted to get his grubby little hands on my team but I’d nixed that
shit in the bud and the
Supe
had agreed. Yet another
reason, for captain asshole to hate my guts. I’d told him point blank I didn’t
want him anywhere near my men. They played by the rules I set. They did things
the way I’d taught them. I didn’t need him fucking that shit up in three
months.

“Jason for fuck sake
she’s your woman, she’s battling my mustang for size and I don’t think she’s
seen her ankles in two months. How hard can it be to corral her and get her to
sit still?” There was a loud scream and a coffee cup was the next thing to come
flying across the room. “You take that back Jake Summers, I’m not as big as
your car.” I heard her husband cooing at her to calm her down after my
well-placed insult. She loves it, six months pregnant and big as a house. I
remember when she first broke the news of her pregnancy to the rest of us, the
smile on her face, the excitement. She was the first woman I’d ever heard say
she was looking forward to getting the belly. It had given me ideas of planting
my own kid. The next three months were going to be devoted entirely to doing
just that. “I’ll see you guys in a few, try not to destroy the place and if
Samuels gets out of hand you have my permission to take him the fuck out. Just
don’t get caught.” With that I was gone.