“The lewd conduct charge doesn’t really surprise me, but a guy? And I thought I knew you so well, Jack. You’ll fuck anything that moves, won’t you?”
Red Jack smirked and looked up at the tan face of Deputy Paxton. She was wearing jeans and a bomber jacket, her hair gathered into a slightly greasy ponytail. She’d obviously been called over in the middle of the night because of him.
Red Jack shrugged, trying to keep up appearances as they crumbled around him. “A mouth’s a mouth, you know? I was a bit drunk. I’d probably even do you when I’m drunk. Okay, I’d probably drink a few more,” he added, purposefully gliding his gaze over her legs.
Paxton sighed and leaned against the bars, watching him from behind her thick eyelashes. “Jack, you know I reviewed the recording, right? I’m not here to let you make yourself look like an idiot.”
Red Jack stiffened, his neck swelling around his throat as if his own body wanted to strangle him. A recording? When? This was exactly what he never needed. Paxton seeing him suck dick. He couldn’t bear the humiliation, so he looked ahead at the wall with a half smile that even to him felt a bit tight and fake. What exactly had been recorded? The very end? Jack on his knees, sucking cum out of Loki’s ass? It was only by sheer will that he kept his hands from shaking.
Paxton sighed. “You know, I always thought you’re a selfish prick, so I’m really surprised you helped that boy get out early. It kinda explains why you hate women so much.”
Red Jack bristled. “I don’t hate women,” he hissed without looking at her. He did hate Paxton’s guts though. Always up in his face just ‘cause she had a fucking badge. The clusterfuck with her sister had happened three years ago, and it wasn’t his fault that the bitch got hooked on biker dick. Then again, his cock was kind of amazing, so it was partially his fault.
“Right,” she said in that mocking voice he’d love to just strangle out of her.
“And I didn’t help him. He has cancer, I don’t.”
“And he didn’t go home alone.”
“His car was in a fuckin’ accident, so someone had to take him.” Red Jack finally looked into her eyes, trying to will her away.
“Are you hungry?” she asked out of the blue, completely throwing Red Jack off guard.
He frowned. “No.” What the fuck was this bullshit about?
She shrugged and pulled out a paper bag from her jacket. She opened it and bit into a fresh-looking croissant. “Just thought I’d share. You must be hungry after helping out your boyfriend on the hood of his car. So attentive. He’s lucky to have you.”
Boyfriend. Any appetite Red Jack could have had was gone, replaced by nausea. It was different to say that word to Loki, and different to have fucking Paxton spit it in his face. “It was a one time thing.” He balled his fingers into fists, helpless against the fucking video. Was it even legal to film him? Then again, even if it wasn’t, everyone would see Red Jack of the Coffin Nails give head. Paxton would make sure of that.
Paxton chewed on her croissant and spoke with her mouth full, “I’m not all that against your kind of people. On the force, you get used to a lot of things. If you were the guy working at the corner store, no one would bother getting any incriminating evidence, but you’re one of the reasons so many of our kids get into drugs. I can’t just let this out of my grasp.” Yeah, ‘cause that’s why she wanted to deep fry his ass in hate.
“What? You’re gonna post it on YouTube with a note that drugs make people do gay shit?” He laughed, but sweat beaded on his neck. There needed to be a way out of this.
Paxton continued eating. “No, I’m gonna ask you nicely to answer some of my questions about the Coffin Nails.”
Red Jack took a deep breath. “Okay, okay. Borg tells Candy he loves her brownies, but he really likes the vanilla cupcakes better. There. It’s out of the bag now.”
“Hilarious. It won’t be when your friends find out about your boyfriend. You think they’ll want you as their brother then? Or maybe you want me to show you the video to see if it’s worth it?”
Red Jack got up and cracked his knuckles. His head was spinning out of control. “You know shit about the club.” But deep under his skin, his heart began a ferocious thumping. He was trapped not only in this cell. He was trapped on that tape, trapped in his body, and trapped with his unexpected affection for Loki. When did that last one even start?
“Exactly. That’s why I want us to be friends. I really won’t bite when you’re nice to me.” Paxton smiled and pushed the rest of the croissant into her mouth. Red Jack couldn’t even go with a fucking donut joke now.