Fuck. The pills would be kicking in soon enough. He didn’t have time for this bullshit with Paxton. “Hear that, Sam? Ladycop wants to be alone with me.” He laughed, hoping it would put her off.
Sam scowled. One of the other female cops was doing a quick search of Candy, but with the fluffy petticoats she was wearing, the whole thing would quickly go downhill and into the strip search territory.
“Our love affair goes way back,” said Paxton before ordering Red Jack to get up with a voice he wanted to think of as silly, when it really wasn’t.
Red Jack got to his feet with a groan, but smirked when they stood close. She barely reached his collarbones. “Still pining for me, Paxton?”
She snorted and showed him the way toward the offices nearby. She already knew where they were from the previous time she got a warrant. That time, two people were actually busted, and Jack wondered what she had on them this time.
“Still waiting for you to pop the question.”
“Don’t wanna rush things, babe. You know me, I take my time.”
Red Jack was trying to stay calm, but his heartbeat rushed. The drugs were kicking in. Just what he needed now.
The people running about were starting to become a yellowish blur. Brothers, hangarounds, girls who were now covering their tits with other people’s T-shirts. Some were herded into groups, others searched and taken aside. The girl whose pills Jack had swallowed was there as well, barely visible in the corner, hiding behind a friend’s back. There went his fucking birthday party. This would last until morning at least, and he wouldn’t even get to fuck anyone. Paxton stopped by a young policeman and talked to him as Red Jack’s blood thumped in his veins at an accelerated speed. He blinked when he felt a large hand on his chest.
“Spread your arms,” said the policeman, staring at Jack with his large green eyes. He had quite a case of babyface going on.
Red Jack did as he was told with an annoyed huff. “Aren’t you gonna search me, Paxy?”
“Watch out, Foxy Baby,” she said as the policeman patted down Red Jack.
“Oh, I get it, you wanna wait till we’re alone. Smart. Don’t wanna be seen nailed by a Nail, right?”
Paxton and the policeman exchanged glances, and she shrugged. “Wow. Maybe if you use that pun a hundred more times, it’s gonna start being funny,” she said, showing him the door to the office.
Red Jack went in, ready to have this bullshit over with. He still couldn’t believe she’d come here with her dogs on his birthday. “What do you want, Paxton?” he groaned as the office door behind him closed. She grabbed his arms and pulled them back. Cold steel burned Red Jack’s wrists, but he didn’t protest, confused about whether she should even be doing this. His mind was racing because of the drug, and all he wanted was to be out of here before he started talking too much. Only now he noticed he’d been tapping his foot.
Paxton frowned as her eyes trailed to his legs. He tried to gather his focus by looking around the simple room with a desk, several chairs, and two large document cabinets made of beige metal. Behind Paxton’s back, a naked girl arched her breasts from a poster, staring straight at Red Jack. Now that he could compare them side by side, Paxton seemed to have a similar chest size to the model.
“Stop this tapping. It’s like listening to a dog hump something,” she said, nodding at Red Jack’s foot.
He stopped, only to start scratching his scorching hot wrist under the steel cuff. He was heaving as he watched her, and he couldn’t stop his tongue unraveling with whatever came to his mind. “It’s ‘cause you make me horny.”
Paxton’s face was like cut from marble, and Red Jack couldn’t help but focus on the sounds coming from behind the door as his attention scattered all over. Was that Candy’s voice telling someone not to touch the cake?
“Funny. I look nothing like my sister,” Paxton said eventually.
Red Jack licked his lips. “A pussy’s a pussy, right?”
“Yeah? There’s many girls streaming through this place. No wonder she disappeared if she was so disposable,” Paxton said, stepping closer to Red Jack.
He squinted, and flexed his biceps. What was the bitch on about? All he wanted was to do jumping jacks and run on the beach. “What?”
In a blur of movement, Paxton grabbed Red Jack by the nape and slammed his face against the desk. Stars danced under Red Jack’s eyelids as the blunt pain of the blow spread throughout his skull. It was as if his brain jangled inside a rainbow-colored rattle. Paxton was holding him hard against the old, scratched wood, pushing her whole body into holding him down.