Love and Law (13 page)

I’ve just began choking her out again when two strong arms effortlessly rip me of her. When I recognize the smell of the person who yanked me away, my heart races in a panic. He spins me around to face him, and I’m now looking at one of Detroit PD’s finest—Miguel Lopez.

His look tells me to be quiet and go with the flow. I nod my head slightly, indicating that I understand. Jake has already pulled Tameka to her feet. I can’t help but grin when I see her bloodied nose. Damn bitch deserved it.

“What are you two ladies doing in the middle of the day fighting on the sidewalk?” Miguel asks.

Of course, Bitch Face tries to pin it on me. “I was walking along, minding my own business, when this cunt attacked me,” Tameka lies.

I roll my eyes over at her and flip her off.

Miguel studies each of us and zeroes his gaze in on her backpack.

“What’s in the backpacks?” Miguel asks, nodding his head to each of us.

This time, the bitch has the brains to shut the fuck up. She looks terrified.

“Nothing,” I tell him convincingly.

He shakes his head at me. “I’m going to need the both of you to remove your backpacks and set them down in front of you. Thread your fingers together and place them on top of your head,” Miguel instructs.

We both do as we’re told, and Tameka nervously keeps eyeing her backpack. Miguel keeps his attention trained on us while Jake, with a stupid fucking smirk on his face, kneels down in front of them. He goes through mine first and immediately locates my daily supply of cocaine.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Someone’s going to jail,” he taunts as he holds up a handful of baggies all filled with blow.

I ignore him while he moves on to the next bag.

Tameka begins to cry when Jake chokes out, “Holy shit, this thing is full! Darlin’, you’re going to jail for a long time.”

I snap my head over to the backpack that is, indeed, full of coke and my mouth gapes open. How in the fuck did she get so much? Did she steal more? This bitch has been working with Blaze?
Hell no.

Breaking my position, I once again tackle her. She’s sobbing, and her fight against me is mild at best. I only get a few punches on her when Jake rolls me off of her and onto my stomach. He forces his knee against my ass as he pins me to the pavement while he cuffs me.
Fucking cuffs me!

“Let me go!” I scream at him, my cheek roughly scraping the sidewalk. When he digs his knee harder into my ass, I cry out and tears pour from my eyes.

“Not so rough,” Miguel warns menacingly.

Jake ignores him and stands, jerking me up to my feet. He forcefully walks me to the car and I stumble a few times along the way. Miguel is much nicer as he cuffs Tameka and reads her her rights. Fucking Jake doesn’t even put up false pretenses in reading me mine. He’s too eager to get me pressed against the car to search me.

“Such a naughty girl,” he whispers as his hands begin their slow assault along my body. He makes sure to grab a handful of my ass as he ‘searches’ for more drugs. “I miss this sweet ass. Don’t you miss fucking me?”

God, I fucking hate him. And when I’m not in such a precarious position, I’m filing a complaint to internal affairs. I try to ignore him as his hands slide around to my front and grab my breasts. From the corner of my eye, I can see Miguel busy with Tameka—and she’s getting professional treatment, unlike me.

When his disgusting hand cups me between my legs, I fucking lose it. “Goddammit, motherfucker. Get your fuckin’ hands off of me!”

He ignores me and continues to dig his fingers between my legs. I burst into tears because I’m helpless against the situation.

In an effort to block out his touching me, I look up over the car and see Ben storming toward us from across the street. He looks insanely furious as he watches fucking Jake paw me. He’s nearly halfway across the street when I shake my head and plead silently with him.

“No. Go!” I mouth urgently, hoping he gets the message before either of the guys notice him.

He stops and palms his face, unsure what to do.

I plead again, “Please go!” and he curses before stalking away in the opposite direction. CJ stands on the sidewalk waiting for Ben to come back, looking panic stricken. Nobody knows what to do. But I know that, if Ben inserts himself into Tameka’s and my drama, it will mess up any hope I have of getting to Oculus.

Once back on the sidewalk, Ben turns to me as I am stuffed into the police car. His face is sad and hopeless. I know he wants to help me but wisely stays planted on the other side. Tears continue to fall from my eyes because I know he’s worried about me. And even though he’s pissed at me for lying, I know he’s more worried about me getting hauled off to jail. It’s written all over his face.

Tameka is pushed in from the other side by Miguel. The two officers leave us alone while they confiscate our backpacks.

“Way to fucking go,” Tameka spits out through her tears. We’re both crying like a couple of babies. She’s crying because she got caught. I’m crying because Jake fucking sexually assaulted me and Ben had to watch it.

“Don’t talk to me, bitch. You stole from Be—Pac! I know you’re working for Blaze!” I accuse. My tears are quickly dissolving as anger sets in.

“Oh, don’t even start,” she says dismissively.

I lift my leg and kick her hard in her thigh. She curses at me, and we become a flurry of flailing legs until the car doors open from each side. Miguel and Jake quickly pull us apart and zip-tie our ankles together.

“Shit, you females are crazy!” Jake laughs before shutting the door and climbing up front.

Miguel tosses me a disappointed glare before slamming the door and getting in the driver’s seat. Thankfully, the short drive to the station is a quiet one. Upon arrival, after they cut the zip-ties, Miguel and Jake separate us—I go with Miguel and Tameka goes with Jake. He takes me straight into an interrogation room, unhooks my handcuffs, and pulls out a chair for me to sit.

“Maya, what the fuck is going on?” he demands, slamming his fist down on the table. It takes a lot for Miguel to get angry, and he’s fucking livid.

“I’m trying to do my job!” I shriek. My voice is shrill and I’m upset at the way things went down.

“Kicking the ass of a suspect is NOT doing your job! Once she finds out you’re a cop, the bureau will be in all kinds of shit for police brutality. What part of ‘keep a cool head’ did you not understand?”

Tears fill my eyes and I feel like my normal bravery has been stripped of me. And just like I knew it would, I’m overwhelmed at how my wrong choices are coming back to haunt me.

“I’m sorry, Miguel,” I apologize tearfully.

He walks around behind me and pats my shoulder. “I know you are. But Sommerhaul is going to be pissed. Just warning you there. If he doesn’t think you’re making any headway on the case, he’s going to pull you.”

I’m already shaking my head no. “Shit, Miguel. I’m close! It won’t be long before I locate Oculus. He’s the leader! If he pulls me now, we’ll lose all the work I’ve done this week.”

“You’re losing it a bit, babe,” he says, ruffling my hair before sitting down in the chair beside me.

“I’m not losing it. If you guys will leave me alone, I can take down Oculus and Blaze!” I’m still upset when fucking Jake comes into the room. Sanity takes a flying leap out the window as I bolt from my chair and punch him hard in the nose.

“Fucking bitch!” he hisses. Blood is already pouring from his nose, and he makes a hasty retreat from the room before I have a chance to clock him again.

“Maya! Calm the fuck down!” Miguel orders.

“No, I’m filing a report on his ass, Miguel! He felt me up when he searched me! In case you didn’t know, that’s sexual assault!” My chest is heaving from exertion. I’m a basket case right now.

“I’ll fucking kill him,” he growls and once again crashes the balls of his fists on the old wood table.

“Thank you,” I say softly, looking over at him.

When he makes eye contact with me, he smiles. “How many times have you busted Jake’s nose anyway?” he smirks.

I giggle and tell him the truth. “That makes nine and he fucking deserved each and every one of them!”

The door swings open and a red-faced Sommerhaul bursts in. “What the fuck, Simpson? I give you one task—ONE! I was going to make you lieutenant if you brought these fuckers down, but you’re out there having catfights?”

I cringe as he reprimands me. “I’m sorry, Captain, for today, but you have to let me go back in. I’m close. The head guy is Oculus. Pac trusts me now. I will get him to take me to him. And things are coming to a head with Blaze. Stupid Tameka had way more coke than our normal daily allotment. I’m just sure she’s involved. Please, I am so close,” I beg.

His red face turns pink, which means he’s thinking about it. I’m crossing my fingers and toes, praying that he gives me another chance. Someone knocks on the door and Sommerhaul gruffly orders them to come in.

Jim walks in, looking excited. “You’ll never believe this. Simpson’s already been bailed out. She’s garnered the attention of someone.”

Sommerhaul snaps his attention back to mine and grins at me, flashing his yellowing teeth. “This is good news. Turns out, you weren’t just fighting with girls on the street. Someone wants you back.”

My stomach flops.
Ben.
Why did he have to bail me out? Shit!

“Who posted bail?” Miguel asks Jim.

Jim winks at me. He has no fucking clue. “A Benjamin Cartwright bailed her out.”

My heart sinks, but I knew it was him before he even told me his name.

“What do I do now?” I question.

“Follow normal protocol and you’ll be ‘released.’ Keep us posted. Miguel and Jake or Jim will be patrolling the office building you told us about. Find out the location of the other one and see what you can get on Oculus and Blaze. Let’s take these assholes down,” Sommerhaul orders. He’s pretty fucking happy, because if we manage something this big, we’ll make national news. His career is riding on this. The Major is retiring soon, and Sommerhaul would be a shoo-in if he is the head of this investigation.

He stands and follows Jim out of the room, leaving me with Miguel. We rise to our feet, and he pulls me in for one of his comforting hugs.

“You can do this, Maya. Keep your head in the game. Stop getting distracted and remember why you’re there. Sommerhaul said it—you could make lieutenant over this and nobody deserves it more than you. Well, besides me of course,” he teases. With a kiss to the top of my head, he sends me back to the ghetto.

THAT FUCKING PIG GROPED HER. He put his hands on my girl! I’m still in a rage as I pace the lobby of the police station. I won’t calm back down until I have her back. She may be lying about her past, but it doesn’t change my feelings for her. It wasn’t until I saw her shoved to the sidewalk and then manhandled by that asshole cop I recognized from the other night, that I didn’t care about her petty lies. She is mine and I don’t want anything to happen to her.

She comes out of a set of double doors looking lost and broken. My heart fucking aches. This sweet, smart, beautiful woman was sent to jail because of me. I’m going to tell her that she can’t deal anymore. She means too much to me already to be put away for drugs. Maya is a diamond in a sea of dirty rocks. I want to keep her shiny and perfect—untainted.

When she sees me, she takes off in a run toward me and throws herself into my arms, where I gladly pull her to me.

“Baby girl,” I murmur into her hair.

She starts to cry and has a death grip around my neck. “I’m so sorry, Ben! I need to talk to you. Can we go somewhere far away from here please?” she begs quietly.

“Sure, let’s blow this joint.”

“Wait!” Her eyes are wild. “Tameka had so much fucking blow in her bag. I think she was helping Blaze. He’ll have a hard time bailing her out. She had a fucking lot, Ben.”

I glare down at her and clinch my jaws together. There’s no way Tameka worked alone on that.

“Let’s go,” I finally exhale out angrily. Not angry at her, but angry with the fuckers that are messing shit up.

Lifting her head to mine, she stands on her toes to kiss my lips but then quickly darts her gaze around the room. I look over her head to see that Mexican cop staring at her openmouthed. He looks shocked at first, then hurt, and then pissed. It doesn’t make any sense except that maybe he too has the hots for her just like the other guy.