“I’m with you every step of the way, Clover,” he says, leaning forward to kiss me again. “I don’t know where we’re going to end up, but as long as I’m with you, I don’t actually give a fuck.”
I smile against his lips. “I’ve corrupted you, haven’t I?”
“As corrupt as the police department is turning out to be,” he jokes, in poor taste, I might add. “You could have done amazing things for them. I bet you would have become a detective trainee only a few years after being sworn in.”
That actually hurts to hear, because I know he’s right.
“I guess we’ll never know, because it looks like my time is coming to an end.”
“Next time, if you have something you want to say, can you just say it? Instead of bottling it up, waiting, and testing me to see if I say something and then throwing it in my face at a random time?” he states, lifting his brow.
“Why? Because you’re always going to fail the test?” I joke, pushing him off me and continuing down the hallway. “Come on, let me get you that beer. I drank yours.”
He catches up to me and takes my hand.
I glance down at it and smile.
FOURTEEN
WITH all the drama going on in my life, work has also gone into overdrive. While finding the drug dealers hit a dead end for a bit, we finally have another credible tip.
In our unmarked car, I make sure to keep my body as relaxed as possible. This is the first time that I’ve gone undercover, and we need to look like the sort of people who buy drugs without looking suspicious at all. Now, I’m not a person who has even tried anything other than weed—drugs have just never appealed to me—and now I have to pretend like I know all about them. We want to find out who has been distributing in our city, the man who Charmaine spoke of, and so far all our leads have brought us here. To a nightclub I’ve personally never heard of called Radar, which I find quite amusing.
“Do you think the drug deals are done inside, or around the corner? If they don’t care about the age of the person they’re selling to, it wouldn’t be actually inside the club, because people under twenty-one can’t go in there,” I point out, looking down at my jeans and hoodie. “And I don’t think they’re going to let me in dressed like this anyway.”
I can’t imagine people looking for a fix are going to dress up to go out and find it.
“I’m not sure,” Felix murmurs, scanning the street. “That guy we busted yesterday said to ask the bouncer, and he will point us in the right direction, but I’m sure as hell not doing that. I think we should walk around there until we can find someone who looks shadier than us, then ask him where we can find some ice.”
“Find someone shadier, noted,” I say, tone laced with amusement. I turn to him. “Do I look like a woman looking for her next fix?”
I glance down at his crotch and lift up my brows.
He chuckles under his breath. “I’ll give you your fix any time you need it, Clo.”
I open the door, smirking, and glance around, on alert. If we want to catch this guy we need to be smart. I’m sure we aren’t the first cops who have tried, so we need to think outside the box. We walk around the nightclub, but the few who are around disappear as soon as they see us.
“I’m going to go and try talking to the bouncer,” I tell him, feeling tonight has been a waste of time. It can’t be that easy though, maybe there’s a password or something. There’s a whole network that we aren’t a part of, but we need to find a way to infiltrate.
“I’ll come with you,” Felix states, but I shake my head. “If you’re there he’s going to feel intimidated.”
“If you aren’t back in the car in three minutes I’m coming in after you,” he warns, which I agree to.
I walk up the steps, wishing I had worn something else, but now I have to make do with what I have. I guess if I were a drug addict, I wouldn’t care too much that I’m showing up here in something I would most likely wear to bed.
The bouncer studies me, a little too carefully.
“Hey, I was wondering if you could help me,” I say to him, flashing him an expectant look. I throw in a little nose rub, trying to act shady and in need of a little substance. Damn, maybe I should have become an actress.
“Have you got cash?” he asks, and excitement starts to fill me.
“Clover?” I hear a female voice call out from behind me.
Fuck.
You have to be kidding me right now.
I’m undercover, about to purchase drugs, and I’m dressed like I’m homeless, and someone has to recognize me and call me by my name in front of the man who was just about to hook me up?
Why me?
I turn to see Vanessa, a girl I know, looking at me with narrowed eyes. She’s dressed to the nines, in a little black dress, high-ass stiletto heels, and red lips looking at me like she is seeing a ghost.
“Girl, what the hell are you wearing?” she asks me, closing the space between us. “Is this some dare? Someone dared you to wear this shit, right? I know you’re fond of black, that whole mysterious borderline gothic chic look you have going on, but this is next level.”
“Vanessa,” I say, forcing a smile and stepping away from the bouncer. “How have you been?”
“Not too bad,” she replies, shrugging. “Just needed a night out, life has been too adulty recently. I’m also trying to get over someone, and you know what they say, right? Best way to get over someone is to get under someone new.”
I smirk. “Well, yes. I believe that is a proven fact.”
Vanessa is a socialite in our city. She also has a badass side though, and a mouth to match. She’s a little on the crazy and eccentric side, but she’s a good chick to know. If I tell her I’m chasing drugs though, trust me when I say that tomorrow the whole city will know, and I don’t think that will be a good thing if my name gets out there any further than it has. As I’ve been told a million times recently, Clover isn’t a popular name.
I turn back to check on the bouncer, but he’s gone inside.
Fuck.
“I was just here to pick up my friend, but looks like she has already left,” I lie, shaking my head. “Back to bed for me.”
“I’m going to go in and dance my ass off.” She beams, doing a little booty shake. “Have a good night. We need to catch up!”
“Sounds good,” I say, waving good-bye and getting the hell out of there.
I get back into the car and tell Felix what just happened, which for some reason he seems to find very amusing.
“This city is way too small,” he says, shoulders silently shaking.
“You’re telling me.”
If Vanessa hadn’t shown up, I don’t know how tonight would have gone, but I know that that bouncer is obviously a shady character. He asked if I had cash, then maybe if I’d proven that I did, he would have let me in to some secret room, or sent me to a different address, who knows. Instead, we’re stuck back in the car, trying to think of a plan B and coming up short.
After we walk around for another half an hour and find nothing, I come up with another idea, but it’s a terrible one.
“What if we had someone with us? Like Charmaine?” I suggest. “He would trust her and just assume we’re her friends, looking for a freebie like what he gave her. Maybe I should go with her alone, actually. Two females won’t look threatening. You do.”
“You want me to send you to find a drug dealer with a young girl as your only backup?” he asks me, eyes going wide. “And how exactly are you going to get Charmaine on board with this? You’re essentially using her as bait, and she has a young child to think of.”
“I won’t let anything happen to her,” I promise. “I just need her there; it won’t look as suspicious, and she knows this guy, what he looks like, everything. She’s our biggest lead. Even if we just get more information out of her.”
“You think she’s that good of an actress to bring a cop to her dealer and keep her cool? What if she turns on you? What the
n?”
“If she has enough incentive I think she can turn into an Oscar-winning actress for an hour or so, yes,” I reply, facing his profile. “It will save us a lot of time scouring the streets hoping to run into this guy.”
“So, what, you want to do this off the record?” he asks.
Well, if his phone is also being listened to, I’m pretty sure it’s not going to be off the record for much longer.
I point to his phone. “No, of course not. I’ll ask Jones for permission,” I lie.
If they’re going to treat me like I’m untrustworthy, I may as well act like it. I’ll do whatever I need to catch this guy, and if I have to do things a little differently, then so be it. They might not agree with my methods, but I can assure you that I’m not one who backs down or gives up, and I’ve got my mind on getting this dealer behind bars.
“My phone wasn’t bugged,” he says, chuckling. “I made sure. Tracker checked my whole house too, and car. It’s all safe. They’re only after you, it seems. Apparently, I’m not badass enough to warrant any snooping.”
“When did he do that?” I ask him, brow furrowing. After the cookout at the clubhouse, which wasn’t so bad other than Rhett’s broken nose, I’ve been busy at work and haven’t really seen anyone aside from Mom and Dad. I’ve also been going to Felix’s place most nights after work. It’s really nice to have that little bit of private time with him.
“He dropped by yesterday,” he mentions casually. “Remember I told you right before I hung up with you on the phone.”
“Oh, is that what you said?” I whisper. “All I heard was mumbling, something about a trucker, and good-bye, and . . .”
“And what?” he prompts.
I thought I heard him say I love you, but now I don’t want to mention it in case I heard that wrong as well.
“Nothing.”
“I said I love you,” he states, looking me in the eye.
My eyes widen. “I thought you might have said that.”
“You didn’t say it back.”
I smile, ducking my head, before bringing my gaze back to him. “I love you, Felix.”
He cups my cheek, but we both know now is not the time for this. “You better.”
I roll my eyes, then try to focus back on the task at hand.
Right, my uncle.
This makes much more sense. “So my uncles are just dropping by your place now? How did he even know where you live? He’s such a stalker.”
“He mentioned he’d come by and have a look for me when I was at the clubhouse, so we exchanged numbers. Then yesterday he messaged asking me for my address,” he explains. “First we checked out my house, but all was clear. He’s actually a cool guy. He’s pretty funny too, and he really knows his shit about security. Must be handy having someone like that around.”
“Yeah he’s a crafty one, that’s for sure. So everything of yours was untouched? That’s interesting,” I muse, index finger tapping my cheek. “All eyes are just on me. You’re like the golden child, and I’m the dark horse that they’re just waiting to fuck up.”
“Maybe I’ll bring you to the light.”
“Or I’ll drag you to the dark side.”
We share a smile.
“Either way, we’re going to be together,” he says, which I find really sweet.
“Let’s see which side wins out.”
Unfortunately for me, I never lose.
Kissing down his body, I take my time, slowly teasing him, driving him crazy. And what a body it is. I don’t think I’ll ever tire of watching him, touching him; to me, he truly is a sexy man, and I can’t seem to keep my hands off him. I can feel his eyes on me, as my tongue licks down his abs. He’s holding his breath as he watches me explore. His hard cock presses against me, waiting not so patiently for attention, but he keeps his body still, silently watching me. When I reach his cock, I kiss around it, licking and teasing but ignoring the rock-hard length in front of me, making him squirm a little. When I think I’ve tortured him enough, I lick the head, sucking on it, just like I saw in the video I watched this morning because I wanted to know what the hell I was doing. I want to blow him away, literally. Using my fist I stroke the shaft while still sucking, and the moans he makes deep in his throat let me know I must be doing a pretty decent job. Then I move my hand away and try to take all of him into my mouth. I end up gagging because he’s too big, but is it just me or did he like that?
“Fucking hell, Clo,” he grits out, head still lifted up to get a good view as I put on my show.
I ignore him, needing to focus, and continue to use all the different techniques I recently learned, twisting my hand and even venturing further down, which makes him squirm a little, and not in a good way.
Okay, won’t try that one again.
Continuing to suck and lick, I put my all into pleasuring him, and when he moans loudly and comes in my mouth, I can’t help but feel satisfied.
And a little smug.
Not thinking that far ahead, I don’t know if I should swallow or spit, and in a last-minute decision, I just decide to swallow it. I mean, it’s already in my mouth, right? Spitting it out will still leave the taste there, and swallowing seems like less of a mess.
Felix watches the expressions play on my face, then starts losing it laughing.
“It’s not too bad,” I admit afterward, rating my first taste of cum and not feeling embarrassed about it. I love that I can say anything and be myself around him. It makes every day exciting and relaxing at the same time.
“I’m glad,” he muses, lip twitching.
He then rolls me over on my bed and spreads my thighs. “Now, it’s my turn.”
“I’m not complaining,” I say, spreading my legs farther apart, making him laugh harder. “What? I have time to make up for, remember?”
“Be careful what you wish for,” he says, flashing his teeth before lowering his face down to my pussy.
I brace myself, but he doesn’t dive straight in, he takes his time. I guess payback is a bitch, but I enjoy every second of it, especially when he slides a finger into me as he sucks on my clit.
Fireworks.
“I’ve been thinking. I think we should just come clean about our relationship,” Felix says to me in bed later that night. “Reporting it to human resources must be the right policy, and then they can’t use it against us. I’ll look into it. Besides, we can’t get into any more trouble than we are already, can we?”
“I’m in trouble, not you,” I tell him, running my fingers over his chest. “You’re the golden child; I don’t want to drag you down with me.”
“If we’re together, I’m in this with you, Clo. There’s no you and me, there’s us,” he corrects, kissing my temple.
“It’s a lot to take on,” I whisper.
“You’re worth it,” he replies back instantly.
“I love you,” I say to him.
“Good reply.” He grins, rubbing his nose against mine. “You are mine, Clover Black.”
“No, Felix Banks, you are mine.” I roll him over onto his back and straddle him. “And don’t you forget it.”
I slam my lips down on his and show him who is boss.
Of course, he lets me have control for a little while before he takes over, and secretly, I like that about him.
Not that I’d ever tell him that.
When Officer Jones calls me into his office, I keep my cool, but the bad feeling in my gut tells me that this is not going to end well. I sit down opposite his desk and wait for him to speak.
“We’ve had a few calls about you and Banks,” he starts, studying me with his beady brown eyes. “It seems you’re off to a good start, or at least a few members of the community think so anyway. He’s a good influence on you after all. You never got any calls complimenting your work when you were with Jenks.”
Did he bring me in here to brag about Felix? Because yeah, I kind of already know how great he is.
When I stay quiet, he continues. “I
want to ask your help on something, and this is to stay between the two of us, all right?”
I nod.
“If you want a long career working for the department, we’re going to need you to give your all to us, do you know what I’m saying?” he asks, leaning back in his chair.
“Yes,” I reply, lifting my chin.
Here it is, folks, the moment I’ve been waiting for ever since I found out that they knew I’m from the WDMC. He asks for loyalty, and he would have gotten it before all of this, but they are not honest people, and I owe them nothing.
He slides a picture in front of me, and I stare at it for a few moments.
I know who the picture is of, but my expression stays blank. I don’t give anything away. “Who is this?” I ask, brow furrowing. “And how do you want me to help?”
Spit it out, Jones, and stop pretending like you haven’t been planning this for longer than your small brain can comprehend.
“This is Gage Liam Parker, and right now we’re working to put him behind bars for all the illegal activity he’s participated in over the years. You might not know him, but I do believe you know his daughter, Erin,” he says, keeping his eyes on me, watching me for any movements or body posture that might give me away.
I’ve met Erin’s dad, once, when he came to college to surprise her. I know he’s the president of the Cursed Ravens MC, and I know he’s nothing short of a good man. Surprise fills me that what the police want from me has nothing to do with the Wind Dragons. I guess they’re not as dumb as they seem, I might not go against my own family, but that doesn’t mean I couldn’t use what I know to help bring down another.
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