Show Stopper: A First Responder Romantic Comedy (Chicago First Responders Book 1)

by BJ Harvey

  “He’ll get what’s coming to him,” he says roughly, his throat still raw.

  “Yes. He will,” I say, my tone menacing and deceptively calm. I point to the bed. “You, stay.”

  Marco quirks a brow, his lips twitching. “Really?”

  “Yes,” I demand. I cross the room and bend down, touching my lips to his. “You defended me. Now it’s my turn to repay the favor.”

  “You don’t have to.”

  I lift my head and shoot him a ‘Really?’ look.

  When he slumps back down into the mattress I know I’ve won this fight. “Just don’t do anything I would do.”

  “Believe me, I’m going to do exactly what you’d do.”

  He gives a resigned sigh. “I figured.”

  “Don’t worry, Lieutenant. I’ll leave the door open so you can watch.”

  “Just don’t make my brother arrest you,” he says. I swear I catch the smallest of smiles when I blow him a kiss.

  Then I let my anger fly free and stalk out of the room, finding Rhodes, Luca, and Zach in the middle of the corridor, facing off against Nick. Gio is leaning back against the nurses’ station, staring daggers while Rhodes and Zach struggle to hold back an angry Luca. Further down the hall is Marco’s Captain, standing with his arms crossed, glaring at the confrontation but not making a move to control his men. That in itself speaks volumes and makes me more determined to tear my own piece of flesh from my ex-fiancé.

  Gio’s gaze swings to me, watching closely as I close the distance and storm around Luca, Rhodes, and Zach to get in Nick’s face.

  His eyes widen when he catches sight of me. “Nay, I just wanted to apologize.”

  “Oh, no. You don’t get to call me anything anymore. As far as I’m concerned, you lost the right to talk to me five years ago when I called off the wedding, and you ceased to even exist the day I met Marco Rossi and knew what a real man was. And you,” I spit out, poking my finger in his chest, “do not get anywhere near him or me or his family, because they’re my family now and I’ll defend them until my last breath. Even on his worst day, Marco is so much more of a man than you’ll ever be.”

  Nick’s eyes are narrowed slits, and I can feel the anger and hatred rolling off him, which proves what I guessed already—Nick Pierce is here to see his handiwork but also lay the foundation for what will likely be a long, drawn-out investigation, one in which he’ll try to throw the man I love under the bus to save his own ass.

  I cross my arms, my face screwed up as I shake my head. What the hell did I ever see in him? “You’re a joke. You saw me with Marco and you couldn’t stand it, so you tried to ruin my night at the ball, and when that didn’t work and Marco embarrassed you, you decided to lose your ever-loving mind and try to kill him!”

  “He’s fine, isn’t he?” he says. I glare at him, not believing what I’m hearing. There’s no remorse at all. Nick is looking out for Nick and Nick only. Then he looks me up and down and sneers. “You two deserve each other. You’re both as worthless as—”

  I slap the last word out of his damn mouth before I’m jerked backward. Rhodes hooks his arm around my belly, holding me away from my shell-shocked ex, who’s pressing a hand to his face and scowling at me.

  “I want to lay charges,” he says, glaring at Gio.

  “And what’s your complaint, Lieutenant Pierce?”

  “She assaulted me,” Nick splutters.

  Gio looks around the group. “I must’ve missed it. Luca, did you see what happened?”

  Luca crosses his arms over his chest, suddenly seeming clueless. “I didn’t see a thing. How about you, Rhodes?”

  “Nope. Not me.”

  “Oh for fuck’s sake. You’re all in on it.” He glares at Gio. “I’ll have your badge too. There’ll be security footage.”

  “Give it up, Pierce,” Marco says. My head snaps toward his hospital room door to find him leaning against the frame, as if watching the show. “You’re fighting a losing battle you’re never going to win. Resign. Save yourself and the department the embarrassment and time of having to investigate your criminal behavior and just leave,” Marco says, his voice rough and quiet, but no less commanding.

  Nick snorts and shakes his head. “It was an accident, Rossi. I’m not going to sacrifice my career.”

  Marco rolls his eyes, looking to me before turning his attention back to Pierce. “Fine. Draw it out. Won’t do you any good. There are witnesses. There’s a record of past behavior and complaints made against you. I guarantee any investigation will end with termination at best and the filing of attempted murder charges at worst. So the ball is in your court. Just know this is done. I’ll never work a scene with you again and I know the department will never stand for that.”

  Nick still won’t give up. He drags his angry eyes from Marco back to me. “You two deserve each other,” he snarls.

  “Lieutenant Pierce,” Marco’s Captain announces, stepping into the fray. “You need to leave. But some advice—get in touch with your union rep because an investigation has been launched, and I have every faith that you’ll be found guilty and terminated.”

  “All because of this bitch,” Nick spits out, shooting daggers my way. I smirk and walk over to Marco, wrap my arm around his waist and stand by his side. “Yeah, Nick. It was about Marco but you made this about me. And news flash: I’m his bitch now, and he’ll always be more of a firefighter and more of a man than you could ever wish to be. So give up, and if you’re smart, you’ll fall on your sword and resign.”

  “Fuck this shit,” he says before turning around and stalking back down the corridor, all of us standing there and watching until he disappears from sight.

  “Renee,” Marco says, his raspy voice laced with humor.

  I tilt my head to meet his eyes. “What?”

  “A slap? Really?”

  I wave my hand in the air, wriggling my fingers. “I wasn’t going to risk hurting myself—not for him. He’s not worth it,” I say. “Besides, I figured a bitch like that deserves a bitch slap from the woman he always underestimated.”

  “Fuck,” he says, dragging his hand up into my hair and crushing his mouth to mine. He chuckles against my lips. “You’re one of a kind, princess—you know that?”

  I smile and melt into him. “As long as you know that, then that’s all that matters.”

  “Known it since the moment I met you.”

  I pull back and quirk a brow. “So you’re buying a ticket?” I say, remembering back to that night at my front door when he laid all his cards on the table.

  “I knew you were the one that first time when you knocked me on my ass,” he says, shooting me a cocky grin. “And you reminded me why when you stormed out to slap some sense into Pierce.”

  “I was defending your honor.”

  “And I love you even more for that fact.”

  “Well, good,” I huff.

  “Baby?”

  “Yeah?”

  “We’re moving in together. You know that, right?”

  I tilt my head and quirk a brow. “Is that a question or a demand?”

  “It’s a forgone conclusion,” he says, matter-of-factly.

  “Then yes, I do know. I’d already decided the same thing when I saw you in that hospital bed.”

  “Good, because I really like your bed.”

  I arch a brow. “And me in it with you too, right?”

  “Yeah, baby. That too.” Then I can’t say anything else because he’s kissing me again, and I’m definitely not going to argue about that.

  Epilogue

  Marco

  It’s been two months since I got caught up in that house fire and one month since the investigation concluded. As Cap had warned him, Lieutenant Nick Pierce was fired. I declined to press criminal charges against him and the last anyone heard was that he’d left Chicago, destination unknown. The general consensus was that he wouldn’t be missed. One thing is for sure—I definitely felt better attending a call-out with Engine 22 and knowi
ng I could trust Alex, their new lieutenant, to have my back and my guys’ backs if needed.

  The other thing that happened since then has been a bit of living situation switcheroo. Given the option of staying or going, Gio opted to stay and live in my house by himself. He said he might end up getting a roommate at some stage, but in the meantime, he’s happy to have his own space without—in his words—”walking into the living room and cock-blocking my brother.”

  The other change was Hayley moving out of Renee’s duplex and in with Grams. To her credit, Grams tried to protest and say that she didn’t need a babysitter, but she admitted to Renee that she felt a little better knowing that Hayley would be there just in case anything happened. Although, they did both agree to not encroach on each other’s social lives, which included Hayley not bringing men home, and Grams promising not to cause any trouble when her ‘girls’ came to visit from out of state.

  And today, after months and months of training, Firehouse 101 is facing Firehouse 22 and other teams in the Tough Mudder, with the winning crew earning bragging rights, and all money raised going to the winner’s chosen charity. In this case, we’ve agreed that if either house wins, Big Brothers Big Sisters will receive the donation regardless.

  “You ready for this?” Renee asks as we walk hand in hand toward the start area.

  “Hell, yeah. We’re determined to come out on top, and we’ve got a secret weapon up our sleeves that we didn’t have last year.”

  “Oh, really? And who’s that? Don’t say Scotty, because I won’t believe you,” she says with a laugh.

  I shake my head. “Don’t count him out. He’s stubborn and for all his faults, he never leaves a man behind. Which is good for a team event like this, he’ll make sure we all get through an obstacle before moving on.”

  “Maybe I misjudged the guy,” she says, as we make a beeline to where our crew are all standing around in a circle.

  I give her hand a squeeze. “Scotty Jones is a lot of things, but he’s one of the most loyal and dependable men I know.”

  “Maybe Hayley should’ve given him a chance after all.”

  “Oh, no. Your sister would spit him out and eat him for breakfast. The best thing she could’ve done was blow him off after their one-night stand.”

  “Um . . . it might’ve been two one-night stands.”

  I turn and stare at her. “No wonder he thought he was in with a chance. She led him on a bit.”

  She winces guiltily. “Yeah. Hayls has a habit of moving past anything and anyone that could be good for her, mainly because she has this image in her head of the perfect man and she’s vowed to never give up until she finds him.”

  “And until then?”

  “She’s happy living life on the single-and-always-ready-to-mingle train.”

  I chuckle, Renee joining in when her words sink in. She gives me a gentle elbow bump. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

  “Princess, any time you want to get off on my train, just say the word and hop onboard.”

  “Oh my god. That was terrible.”

  I grab hold of her head and touch my lips to her temple. “And yet I guarantee you’re thinking about jumping me, aren’t ya?”

  “You’re incorrigible.”

  “And yet, I’m the lucky S.O.B. who gets you all to myself.”

  She beams up at me. “Yep. But only if you win today. If you lose to 22, then I’m thinking you’ll be far too tired for any post-race celebrations tonight.”

  “Just you watch, princess.”

  “I will. Speaking of that, I should let you go. I see our little Firehouse 101 cheerleading crew over there, ready and waiting.”

  I look over and spot my family, Grams, Hayley, Skye, Cohen’s brothers and their families, and Ezra and Gilly. “I’ll walk you over,” I say, changing direction..

  After greeting everyone and giving Mama, Grams, Hayley, and Skye a kiss and a hug, I move to Ezra and Gilly, shaking Ezra’s hand. “This is a surprise. I didn’t expect to see you two here.”

  “We met with Renee earlier in the week to sign the sale documents for the apartment and Wicker Park place, and she mentioned you and Cohen were doing this today, so we figured we’d come along too.”

  “Awesome. Thanks. I’m surprised Renee didn’t hit you up for a donation too,” I say, stepping away from the main group.

  Ezra laughs. “Don’t worry, she did. But it’s all for a good cause, and better yet, tax-deductible.”

  Gilly rolls her eyes. “Ignore my husband. He’d donate regardless.”

  “Ez here probably wants to see me fall on my ass and get a mouthful of mud.”

  “That’s just an added bonus,” he replies with a smirk.

  “I was actually meaning to catch up with you for a beer soon,” I say.

  He quirks a brow. “You need some plans drawn up?”

  “Not at all—it’s more to ask a favor. Your sister, Delilah. How is she doing?”

  “Good . . .” he answers slowly, obviously wondering why I’m asking. I stand beside him and hook an arm over his shoulders, pointing over toward my crew and where Rhodes and Jake are standing.

  “See the tall guy over there with the teenager standing next to him?”

  “Yeah?”

  I turn back to look him in the eye, Gilly’s lips slowly curve up, and if ever I doubted the existence of women’s intuition, I don’t now. “That’s Rhodes, my best friend, and his son, Jake. He lost his wife five years ago and it’s just been him and Jake since then, and it seems that he’s finally open to the idea of dating again and has been sneakily watching episodes of a certain YouTube cooking channel.”

  “Okay. So he watches Dee’s videos. Is he a bit of a fan?” Gilly says, almost sounding giddy. “Because I’m sure we can arrange a meeting or something. We’ve got Skye and Cohen’s BBQ coming up in a few weeks. I can just invite her along. If she’s not working or filming, she’s spending time with my nephew, Harvey.”

  “That sounds like a good start,” I say, earning a confused frown from Ezra but Gilly is all smiles, her eyes twinkling with mischief and understanding.

  She winks at me. “I see what you’re doing, Marco, and I approve. It seems like matchmaking runs in the Rossi family.”

  I hold my hands up. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Mrs. Baker. But if you want to help me the same way you helped Skye get Renee to give me a chance, I’m not going to say no.”

  “We’ll talk. Okay?” she replies.

  Ezra just laughs and shakes his head, wrapping an arm around his wife. “I don’t wanna know. I’ll let you two play cupid. All I care about is that he treats her right and makes her happy.”

  “He’s one of the best men and fathers I know.”

  Ezra reaches out and shakes my hand. “That’s what I needed to hear.” He gestures behind me. “I think you better get over there. The race is about to start.”

  “Shit. Okay. We’ll catch up afterward,” I say, looking around and finding Renee talking to Grams. I quickly walk to her and lean down to give her a kiss.

  “Good luck, Lieutenant,” she says, bringing her mouth to my ear. “If you win, I’ll let you do anything, anywhere, anytime.”

  I pull back and grin at her. “You’re on, princess.” Then I jog over to the crew to warm up and make sure we’re all stretched and ready to go.

  When we hear the five-minute warning, we move to the start line, shake hands with the members of Firehouse 22, and wait for the starter’s gun.

  For the record, it was neck and neck between 22 and 101 right up until the last obstacle—the Texas Hold’em—where team members have to pair up and shuffle along a see-sawing triangle platform that moves and shakes back and forth with even the smallest of jerks. It came down to the last pairing of Jake and myself, with Engine 22 edging ahead halfway through. But with our little cheerleading team yelling and cheering for us on the sidelines, and our crew egging us on and screaming at us to ‘move our asses’ and ‘hurry the hell up,’ Jake and
I pushed and pulled, growled and grunted, and with our muscles burning and our legs aching, we rallied right till the end. Our hands gripped together and we lifted them high in the air as we collapsed across the finish line with a five-second margin over our just-as-tired rivals.

  I’m barely back on my feet when I see a flash of movement coming at me, and I just have time to brace myself before Renee jumps up into my arms, not giving a single shit that I’m wet and covered in mud from head to toe. Then she grabs my face in her hands and slams her mouth down on mine for a hard, long, deep kiss for the ages.

  “You ready to go home, Lieutenant?” she asks breathlessly when we finally pull apart.

  “I am now that you’ve got a promise to follow through with.”

  “Aww, you sure you’re not too tired?” she asks, her lips quirking into a deceptive smile.

  I squeeze her ass and hold her to me as we walk our way over to the stage where the prize-giving is going to be held. “As soon as we get our trophy, I’m taking you home. I’ll never be too tired to lay back and watch you do all the work, princess. It’s time for you to sit on your throne.”

  THE END

  Up next – Rhodes and Delilah’s story in Life Changer where we’ll see the single, divorced mom and our favorite widowed, single dad get another chance at getting their own happy ever after. Preorder HERE

  Chicago First Responders Series

  Life Changer – Rhodes and Delilah

  Miracle Worker – Gio Rossi

  Rule Bender – Luca Rossi

  Sign up for release alerts and Series information HERE

  Want to read Skye and Cohen’s story:

  Preceding Series – Cook Brothers

  Work in Progress—Jamie and April – CURRENTLY FREE

  Work Violation—Jax and Ronnie

  Working Back—Bryant and Faith

  Hard Work—Cohen and Skye

  Working For It—Ezra and Gilly