Owned by the Bad Boy(31)
It’s him. The same fucking nut who demanded I leave my son. The one who thinks he can steal my girl right out from under my nose.
My laugh echoes in the car as he straightens, his square jaw set firmly like he’s literally got something wedged up his ass. RCMP. That means he has jurisdiction everywhere.
Fuck. Me.
He’s still wearing that stupid beige trench coat. It’s not even raining outside. Officer Boucher bends his head, peering inside my window. His nostrils flare.
Dumb fuck is probably trying to catch a whiff of drugs.
“You again. What a coincidence. How are you?”
The humorless bastard raises his head, peering at me through aviator sunglasses. “License and registration.”
“So why the fuck did you pull me over?”
“You matched the description of a robbery suspect.”
I sneer at him as he takes my license and registration, glancing at them briefly.
“I need you to step out of the car while I run your license.”
No, you don’t.
My blood churns as I unbuckle my seat belt and open the car door, slamming it shut. Boucher marches back to his car while I lean on mine, arms crossed.
Is this really his plan? To inconvenience me with bullshit traffic stops? My chest shakes with laughter as I watch his lips pale when he thins them out.
Does he really think I’m stupid enough to steal a car right after I’ve left jail?
Disappointed, he ducks out of the car with my license and registration card in his massive hands. My stomach tenses as he stops a foot from me, handing the paperwork back.
“Can I go now, or are you going to waste more of my time?”
I don’t like those glasses. I can’t tell what’s going on in his head.
“I need to search your vehicle.”
Frustration burns in my chest. “I don’t consent to searches.”
His square face stretches with an eerie smile.
Creep.
“Then I guess I’ll have to call in a K-9 unit.”
I know this piece of shit is going to do it, and he’ll make the dog fake an alert, and then he’ll search my car anyway. There’s nothing I can do about it, but I’m not going to make it easier for him.
“Go ahead.”
I’m only a little bit pissed when he smirks at me and speaks into a handheld radio. “I have a refusal to search on Francis St. Requesting a K-9 unit.”
Officer Hard-on-for-Justice stands inches from my face, that smirk playing on his lips.
“It must really drive you crazy that I get to fuck her, and you never will.”
That wipes the smile from his face. “You fucking mobsters are all the same. Filthy mouths and rotten to the core.”
“I guess you would know. How does it feel to stoop to my level?”
That strikes a nerve. The hand gripping his sidearm turns white and his boulder-like teeth grind together.
“I’ll do anything to save Claire from you.”
I laugh in his face, my chest shaking. “Do you really think a couple tails and some traffic stops are going to make me leave her? You think I’m just going to walk out on my family?”
“I love her. You’re just a fucking sperm donor.”
If he were any other man, he’d be dead right now.
“Watch your fucking mouth.”
“Or what?”
Or I’ll kill you. I’ll get some of my boys to come after you in the night, throw a bag over your head, and shove you in a trunk. We’ll take a nice long drive where it’s safe to kill cops. Or maybe I’ll just open the trunk and empty my clip in your fucking chest.
“That’s what I thought.”
He turns around, and I have a vision of myself leaping on his back. I’d yank his head back and choke him out. I’d beat him until his legs stopped working. I’d beat him until his brains were all over the pavement.
“You know, when I joined the force I made it my mission to destroy every man like you. You’re scum. You’re a pestilence in this city.”
I roll my eyes at him. I could give a shit about this morality shit. If the mob disappeared tomorrow, the Irish and the bikers would move in. There will always be a gang to replace us.
“How many lives have you destroyed? How many families have you torn apart? I’m not going to stop until you’re all gone.”
“You’re sure that wanting to fuck my woman has nothing to do with it?”
A sadistic grin spreads over his face as he raises the radio to his corpse-like lips. “Cancel the K-9. Over.”
“She’s mine, you pathetic piece of shit,” I scream over the response. “Back the fuck off!”
Or what?
He knows I can’t touch him. He’s not just a local cop, and I just got out of jail. Johnny will never agree to get rid of this bastard.