The UN Series Complete Box Set

by Shantel Tessier

  I walk over to her. “You both can stay here,” she offers. “Okay. I’m home so come on over now.” She hangs up.

  “What’s going on?” I ask.

  “I have this friend. She’s a nurse up at the hospital.” She starts to walk out of her room and down the hallway and I follow after her. “She’s been seeing this cop. Well, her and her daughter spent the night over at his house last night and I guess Megan, her little girl, found a bag of drugs in his room.”

  I grab her shoulder and pull her to a stop. “Who is she seeing?” I demand.

  She looks up at me with wide eyes. “I don’t know his name.”

  “Are you sure it was drugs?” I’ve been trying to find who is selling drugs on the force for over two years now. I’ve killed two and a third was killed while in jail.

  “I wasn’t there, Parker. But she is on her way over now if you want to ask her.” She then turns around and continues to walk into her spare bedroom. She rips off the comforter and then the sheets.

  “What are you doing?” I question.

  “I’m gonna wash the sheets so they have clean sheets to sleep on.”

  I stand back as I watch her clean her house and wash sheets and I finally see her for who she is. She has a big heart, she truly does. She wants to help people. Her dad. Her friends. People she doesn’t even know. I mean, she’s a nurse, and it’s in her nature. She likes to feel needed. I think I just figured out how I’m gonna show her that I love her.

  *****

  I sit on her couch when the doorbell rings. “Can you get it?” she yells from her spare bedroom.

  I get up, make my way over to the front door, and open it up to see a brown hair, brown-eyed woman and a little girl.

  “Uh,” the woman says as she looks up at me. She looks scared for a few seconds and then a smile spreads across her face “You came up to the hospital,” she says and I nod, remembering the Viagra. Then it drops off her face. “Is Kat here?”

  “Yes.” I step out of the doorway. “Come in.”

  We enter the living room the same time Kat returns from the hallway. “Aunt Katty,” the little girl says excitedly and runs to her. Katherine bends down and picks her up. She smiles as she hugs her tightly, and I think it’s the first genuine smile I’ve ever seen from her. It’s beautiful.

  “Hey, princess.” She kisses her cheek. “What have you been up to?”

  “Mommy got me a new Barbie,” she says excitedly.

  Kat looks at her with a surprise face. “Please tell me you brought it?”

  “I did.”

  Kat squeals like a little kid and I can’t help but chuckle. “Well, let me talk to your mommy for a little bit and then we will play. Okay?”

  “Okay.” She walks out of the room still carrying the little girl and her friend turns to stare at me.

  “So, what’s up with you and my friend?” Kat chooses this time to walk back into the room.

  “It’s serious,” I say matter-of-factly and her friend smiles. I look over at Katherine and give her a big smile. Gonna prove it.

  “Enough about us. What happened?” she asks walking over to the couch. Her friend looks around the room as if she’s looking for something. “Don’t worry.” Kat waves her off. “Megan is in the spare bedroom watching a movie.”

  Her friend sighs. “We’ve been staying with him.”

  “Who is him?” I ask and they both look over at me with a go to hell look on their faces.

  “Parker is a cop,” Kat informs her, and her eyes widen in panic.

  “It’s okay,” I say seating myself next to her. “I won’t let him know I found out through you.”

  “No. That’s not why I’m surprised.” She looks over at Kat. “Thought you hated cops? Now you’re serious with one?”

  “It’s complicated,” she mumbles, and I smile. “Anyway…?”

  “I was in his bed this morning while he was in the shower. Megan came into the room and crawled into bed with me. She wanted to play a game on my phone, but he had placed it on his nightstand last night. She opened it up and pulled out this plastic baggie full of these dark yellow pills.”

  “Dark yellow?” I question and she nods her head.

  “Well, I didn’t think much of it at first. I put it back and shut the door. About two minutes later, he came out when his cell phone started ringing on his nightstand. He answered it and started to walk out of the room. Megan said she was hungry, so I got out of bed and went into the kitchen. I thought it was weird when I saw him out on the back porch on the phone. I stepped into the laundry room which sits right off the kitchen.” She looks over at me with soft eyes. “I was being nosy.” She looks back at Kat. “I opened the little window in there, and I could make out a few things of what he was saying.”

  “Which was?” I ask.

  “He said that a seller was coming in this weekend. And he wanted to know how many the guy on the phone wanted to buy.”

  “Who was he talking to?” Kat questions.

  “I don’t know. I didn’t get to see the caller ID before he answered it.”

  “What is the name of the guy you’re dating?” I ask.

  “Perry.” She looks down at the floor in shame. “He’s a narcotics officer.”

  “Do you know him?” Kat looks at me and I shake my head.

  “That name doesn’t ring any bells.” I stand from the couch. “I’m gonna go into work. I’ll be back.” I go to leave but then stop. “Can I borrow your car?” I ask. I had ridden with Tate and Missy to her dad’s funeral. I stayed out of sight until it was over and everyone else had left.

  “Yeah. The keys are hanging up by the front door.” I walk over to her, give her a soft kiss on the lips, and then leave.

  *****

  I walk into the precinct and make my way back to my captain’s office. He’s on the phone as I walk in and gestures for me to sit down. I sit patiently as he finishes his phone call.

  “What do you need, O’Hare?” He hangs up his phone.

  “I think I have some information about the drugs we’ve been searching inside the precinct.”

  The door swings open and I turn to see Mason stick his head in. “Captain?” He looks at me. “Sorry. What are you doing here during the day?” he asks before his eyes look me up and down. “Looking like you just came from a funeral?”

  “That’s because I did.”

  “Oh.”

  “Who passed away?” Brad, my captain, asks.

  “My girlfriend’s father.” So, we haven’t put a label on it yet, but it’ll happen eventually.

  They both stare at me blankly. I sigh. “Yes, I’m seeing someone. It’s quite serious,” I add with a smile then turn to face Brad. “I was at her house when her best friend called her and said that she thinks her boyfriend, who is a cop, is buying and selling drugs.”

  “That’s a very big accusation,” he says. “What makes her think that?”

  I sit back in my chair. “Her little girl found a baggie of dark yellow pills in his nightstand. And then she overheard him talking to someone on the phone about a seller coming into town this weekend.”

  He pulls out a piece of paper and pen. “Write down the name and the department. And anything else you know. Then get to work.” Then he looks up at his door. “What did you need, Mason?”

  “It can wait,” he replies quickly and then I hear the door shut.

  *****

  A week. It’s a fucking week and I haven’t found out anything. The cop doesn’t exist. Well, there isn’t a Perry in narcotics. I had Kat’s friend look through pictures, but of course, her boyfriend was not in there. I even ran the cell number that she had for him, but it went to a burn phone. The guy is as fucking smart as he is stupid. I’ve been at a loss and very on edge. The weekend has come and gone, therefore the cop and seller have already had their exchange and the captain is down my throat. Literally. He’s had me working days and nights. I haven’t seen much of Kat, but she’s been busy helping out with her friend
and watching Megan for her. I think the distraction has been good for her. After her dad.

  I have pretty much moved into her house. Tate will send me a selfie of him and Puss Puss at least once a day. And last night while lying in bed, Kat said ‘just bring her over here’ but I’m not sure she’s ready for that big of a move. I may stay here every night, but I still go home every morning and I go straight home after work before I head back to her house. I’m ready for that move, that step, but I’m not gonna push her.

  I enter her bedroom and kick off my black work boots. I remove my gun and handcuffs and place them on the nightstand. I unbutton my pants and then push them down. I undo my shirt and take it off, followed by my vest. I throw in on the floor and then fall onto the bed. I take a deep breath and close my eyes as I feel Boner jump on the bed. The dog and I have actually become great friends. I still sleep with eye open just in case he gets the idea I’m a chew toy. But he’s not all that bad.

  *****

  KATHERINE

  I have had a day from hell. Ever feel like you can’t seem to get anything right? That is my day today, and I’m ready for it to be over. Work sucked. I got my ass chewed by my boss, and then I had a family member take out her insurance problems on the first person she saw. Guess who that person was? Me! I’m tired as fuck and stressed to the max. I can literally feel my anxiety rise every day that Parker can’t find Perry, Ashley’s boyfriend. And the weird thing is that she hasn’t heard one word from him. They were all head over heels in love and then the day Parker finds out that she’s dating a cop who is dealing drugs and all of a sudden, he’s a no-show. I smell bullshit.

  I storm into my house and into my bedroom. I find Parker passed out on top of the bed, only dressed in his boxers, and Boner lies beside him also passed out. I make my way to the bathroom and take a quick shower. Things have been different since my dad passed. I know it’s only been a week, but I still see it. I feel different. Parker is showing me that he loves me. And I hate to say it, but I have officially allowed myself to love him back. I haven’t told him, but I want to. I want him to feel like I do. Knowing that he loves me. It’s a wonderful feeling. To be wanted. To be needed. I want him to know that I love him and that I need him.

  I get out of the shower and dry off. I wring out my hair and then walk into the bedroom to get dressed. I walk over to my nightstand and pull on a pair of panties. I turn around to head to the closet but stop when I see Parker now awake and sitting up. “How was work last night?” he asks.

  “Awful,” I pout.

  “Why?”

  “Everything that could go wrong went wrong.” We lost several patients. One was a little boy about the age of ten who had been hit by a car while riding his bike. His parent work nights and thought he was old enough to leave alone. He decided to go out for a night bike ride and a car didn’t see him. This happened three weeks ago. Last night his body stopped fighting and chose to let go. “Guess I’m just having an off day. You know where you can’t do anything right.”

  “Do me,” he offers with a smile.

  “What?” We haven’t had sex since my father died. This may sound odd to others, but this is how he’s proving to me that he cares. He’s been by my side every chance he gets, but we’ve kept our clothes on. Sex is an escape for some and I need that right now.

  “Seriously. There’s no wrong way to do me. It’ll be a confidence booster. I’ll moan really loud for you.”

  “Stop,” I say cracking a smile. That’s the Parker that I’ve fallen in love with. The one who makes me smile. I find myself smiling a lot more these days.

  “I’ll call out your name like you’re my all-time favorite rock star.” I roll my eyes. “Oh, Kat,” he says loudly as he lies down on the bed. “Oh my God, Kat.” He squeals like a woman as he grabs his own breast. “I’m your greatest fan. Oh, God, Kat,” he cries out.

  “You’re annoying,” I say smiling.

  “I’m irresistible,” he replies with a wink.

  I look away from him and my eyes land on his gun and handcuffs that sit on the nightstand. I think about that day that he arrested me a lot. I think if that day didn’t happen where we would be right now? When I saw him at the wedding, would I have been nice to him? Would we still have fallen in love? Or did we need those events in order to get to where we are at this moment? I guess some questions are just never meant to be answered.

  My eyes land on the handcuffs and a thought comes to my mind. I remember what I had said to him when his punk friend, Mason, had arrested me.

  “I must say that I’m quite jealous to know I’m not the only one to place you in handcuffs,” he jokes a smirk.

  “Who said you were ever the only one?” The smirk drops off his face. “Maybe I like my sex kinky.”

  I had lied. I have never used them during sex before, but I want to. “Fuck me like you hate me.” I say the words before I lose the courage.

  “I do,” he smirks.

  “Prove it.” His smirk falls off his face as he looks up at me. It’s a game—where we make each other prove it. It’s a game that we both like to play.

  Parker has made me feel things that I have never felt before. I want him to make me feel something new. Something that is so real that even I can’t deny it. I want him to slap me around, maybe it will wake me up from this place that I’ve hidden myself in for so long. I want him to drag me back to a place of a tingly body and a quaking mess. Only he can do that to me, and we both know it.

  As I stand here, only dressed in my underwear and wet hair, I feel a moment of panic as he stares up at me. Maybe he’s thinking I’m crazy—but we both already know that.

  He very slowly gets up from the bed. I know what I said did the trick. I can already see how hard he is behind his boxers. I try not to smile.

  He reaches over and grabs the handcuffs off the nightstand as if he read my mind. My heartbeat starts to pound in my chest, and my hands get clammy. Seeing them in his hand gives him an authority that I haven’t allowed anyone to have over me. But I want him to take it. I want him to want it.

  He proceeds to walk around the end of the bed and comes to stop in front of me. “I saw you staring at these.” He lifts them up in front of my face and I swallow nervously. “What do you want me to do with them?” his deep voice demands, and my body breaks out in goosebumps.

  “Use them,” I whisper feeling nervous. Why am I so nervous? I take a deep breath.

  “You can do better than that.” He gives me a smirk.

  “Use them on me,” I clarify for him.

  His smirk turns into a full-blown smile. “Turn around,” he demands, and I almost jump from the sound of his hard voice.

  I do as he says and close my eyes as I place my hands behind my back. I take a deep breath as I feel the cold steel wrap around my wrists. I lift up on my tiptoes when he tightens them to the point they dig into my skin.

  Then I feel his hand pulling back the hair off my shoulder before he whispers into my ear. “Now what do you want me to do to you?”

  “Use me.” The words leave my lips before I can even think about it. I’ve been in control of us since day one. I’ve been the one to push him away. I’ve been the one to piss him off to the point he storms out. I want him to take over. I want him to have the control. I want him to use me as if I did him wrong. In a way, I have. I trust Parker. I want that trust to teeter on the brink of good and evil. Have you ever wanted someone you trust to hurt you? God, I sound crazy. But I’ve always been crazy so why stop now?

  I feel him smile against my neck. “Wanna play, my little bitch?”

  I smile. Now we’re getting somewhere. I pull away from him and turn around to face him. He plays the part well. He has this evil look on his face as if to say ‘karma’s a bitch.’ And I like it. “Let’s play,” I say straightening my shoulders.

  The second the words leave my mouth, he wraps his hand around my throat and shoves me backward. My back hits the wall and my cuffed hands dig into my back. I try to
cry out, but it’s cut off from his hand wrapped around my throat.

  “I like this game,” he says leaning down to kiss me. His hand loosens around my neck, and I take a deep breath before his lips land on mine. He kisses me so hard that my head spins and my knees buckle. His tongue works with mine as he sucks and bites my lip.

  His feet kick mine apart and then I feel his free hand between my legs. He hums his approval into my mouth when he feels how wet I am for him.

  He pulls away and I fall to my knees before him. The room spins and I take a deep breath before I look up at him through my lashes. His face looks serious—his jaw sharp and his eyes hard. He turns around and walks away from me and I swallow thickly. “What are you doing?” I question, but he ignores me.

  He opens our nightstand and pulls out the little black vibrator. Fuck! He places the ring on his finger and then comes back around to face me. He kneels down in front of me and pulls my panties out as he places the vibrator in them. He then stands and turns it on. I close my eyes as I flinch. He turns it off immediately.

  “Open your eyes.” I slowly open them as I take a deep breath. “You’re going to watch me as I fuck your mouth. Do you understand?”

  I nod. “I said, do you understand me?” His voice rises and wetness pulls between my legs.

  “Oui, monsieur,” I say yes, sir in French.

  He smiles an evil smile and lets go of my hair. “Good girl.”

  He reaches for his boxers and pushes them down before kicking them off.

  I try to move my hands around, but the metal digs into my skin. My tits bounce up and down as I breathe heavily. “You like that don’t you?” he asks.

  I don’t answer, and he grabs my hair. I hiss in a breath as he pulls my head back. “Do you like being my bitch?”