Bad Boy

by Jordan Silver

  I hadn't meant to take her that night. We'd been sneaking around behind her father's back for weeks every chance we got. She'd given him and her mom some cockamamie story about extra tutoring, and they were so lax that they'd never given it another thought. I'd learned from our conversations that as long as her dad thought he was in control that's all he cared about. He wasn't too much into the details, or maybe it was just that he'd cowed his wife and daughter so much over the years that he expected blind obedience in all things. I'd peeped his game from the gate that's why I’d been willing to wait. I know his type. Having been born into poverty I knew what it felt like to be under everyone's thumb. People seemed to equate lack of money with lack of human feeling. If you're poor you were to be treated like trash. Gary Willoughby was the worse sort of asshole when it came to that offense. I don't think he even knew what me or anyone else in my family looked like for that matter and my mother and father had worked for him for years before dad died. I'd tried to get mom out after the whole thing went down and he’d threatened to fire her but she'd refused. She didn't think her twenty three year old son should carry the burden of taking care of a mother and a younger sister. I was just getting my start in the force but even then I would’ve made it work. I tuned back in to what was going on around me can’t carry out an Op with a hard on which is my usual state whenever I think of my baby girl. Three, almost four years of going without pussy was playing hell on my dick but my boy didn’t want anyone but her. Too bad for the criminal element, I used all my pent up energies and frustration hunting their asses.

  “Let’s finish this then if you’re happy with the goods, the boss will be waiting.” I passed him the case full of money which he passed off to one of the goons to be checked for authenticity. This shit was nothing like the movies. It took time and planning to be executed just right. These fucks took their business seriously, down to every last detail and they had the money and resources to carry it out. This fuck Mikhail Zubrinsky could buy and sell three third world countries and still be a multi billionaire. Why the fuck he needed to get caught up in this shit was anyone’s guess but I guess once an agent always an agent. It had been fun pitting my skills against the best The Rus had to offer. They thought they were so slick, thought they were getting one over on the good old U.S. of A but they were fucked.

  Even now as we speak the rest of my team was busy rounding up his lackeys. His front man had been the first to go down, then the assholes that’d been peddling this shit from Kansas to Texas. We had the Mexicans pushing weed on one side and these fucks coming in from the other. The Chicanos had a new problem now though. They were no longer high on the D.E.A.’s list of takedowns but since America had jumped on the legalization bandwagon our shit was homegrown; they were fucked.

  Chapter 5

  Jake

  I saw the goon nod his approval to his boss and sent my signal to my team that had the place surrounded. There was a flurry of movement as the door was broken down and the place flooded with undercover cops with guns drawn. “Nobody move, hands in the air.” I kept my eyes on Mikhail as I raised my hands in surrender, one wrong move and I would have no problem blowing my cover to put a cap in his ass. “What the fuck what is this? You narced me Zubrinsky you fuck?” Hector flew at the other man who even under threat of arrest was one smooth customer. He got up from the table as one of the agents restrained Hector. Folding his arms across his chest he looked down his nose at the rest of us as though we were offal. “You cannot touch me I have diplomatic immunity.” He smiled like the sly fox he was rumored to be. Too bad for him I’d found a way around his little get out of jail free card. I wish I was the one to break it to him but it was just as good watching my boy Terry do it.

  “Not anymore you don’t asshole, you fucked with Homeland on this one. Hands behind your back.” To say he was displeased would be an understatement. I kept my cool but with a pissed off look on my face. As an aide to my supposed boss’s second hand man I wouldn’t have too much to say, I would be too busy worrying about my own ass. I watched as my team carried out my orders to the letter, couldn’t have any fuckups on this one, one wrong move and he’d walk on some trumped up technicality. I had him sewn up nice and tight with all the evidence I’d accumulated in the last couple of months. The only way he could walk is if some asshole played dirty politics at which point I would be going after said asshole.

  It took damn near forever to go through the whole ruse of fingerprinting, bail hearings and all the other bullshit that came with a sting. I went through it all in full sight of all the other players so there would be no question that I was who I said I was. I probably wouldn’t be using the same cover ever again but it pays to make this shit look legit in case someone got the bright idea of a payback. I don’t trust this KGB fuck no farther than I could spit him, these fuckers are like a six headed snake, you cut one off another springs up to take his place. The judge had been slipped a fabricated list of all my exploits and since he didn’t know that it was all bullshit his reactions were very authentic. I don’t trust anyone with my guys, when I’m running an Op it’s me and my team that’s it. Not even the captain was privy to all that I was doing, he wasn’t too happy with it but someone higher up than him, someone that I actually did trust was my handler. He and only he had any kind of say in what I did. So far there haven’t been any conflict; that maybe because he knows that the first time there is one I’d walk without a second thought.

  I was finally free to slip out of the orange jumpsuit and leave the courthouse hours later. The night was almost over and I was feeling very tired. Weeks of dealing with the dregs of the earth, takes its toll. It was only at the end of an Op that I could find release, this time my release was going to be between the thighs of sweet Jacqueline. I hurried my pace as thoughts of seeing her face for the first time in three years filled my head. The last picture I’d filched from Mindy’s phone files was about three weeks old already. The two girls had to sneak around to see each other but they’d kept in touch the best they could. I didn’t let my sister know what I’ve been planning until tonight. I almost wanted it to be a surprise, but now that the time was near I wanted her to know I was coming for her. The anticipation was sweet as fuck, this time tomorrow night I would be cumming inside her sweet tight body.

  “Fuck it boss next time you get to do the snort trick, I think I might be slipping I almost inhaled some of that shit this time.” Hector ran out behind me complaining like an old woman as usual. “Suck it up cupcake.” He walked next to me to the parking lot where my Harley sat waiting. I hadn’t ridden my baby in almost two months. She was probably going to be cranky and give me shit when I hopped on. “Good job boss, this shit feels good.” It did indeed, too bad there will be some other asshole in a day or two either with the same shit or a generic knock off. This shit never ends. At least I’ll be laying low for the next little while hopefully they’d give me enough time to get my shit done before they ran wild. Either way I was going to be totally focused on my woman come tomorrow.

  Chapter 6

  “Summers get in here.” The Cap did not sound happy. I wonder what was up his ass this time? There was no love lost between him and I but I liked to keep the peace and since I was going to be gone there was no point in rattling his cage. He’d just use it as an excuse to fuck with my team in my absence and then they’d have to extract my foot from his ass when I came back “Hey Cap what’s up? I can’t stay long I need to be on the road in ten.” I’d only stopped in to clear off my desk and make sure I didn’t leave anything hanging. My guys knew what they needed to do in my absence, that’s why they were my guys.

  “You took a Russian dignitary into custody without clearing it with me?” He was belligerent and pissed way the fuck off which was his usual attitude when dealing with me. He’d also apparently forgotten to take his meds or some fuck this morning. My steady glare was all that was needed to remind him just who the fuck he was talking to, but just in case. “Uh captain, you seem to be forge
tting something.” He folded his arms and rocked back and forth on his heels. The potbelly and receding hairline went with the job I guess, too many years of riding a desk and pushing papers. “I’m still the captain of this precinct and…” I held my hand up out of respect to flow his diarrhea of the mouth. “My division has nothing to do with your house and you know it. We’ve been here before you know the drill. You have a problem call up the Supe.” I knew he would hate that even more. He resented everything about me, the fact that he thought I was too young to carry the power within the force that I did, the fact that I was a transplant. He had a shit load of grievances against yours truly and I could give a shit. The Superintendent was my direct boss he’s the only one I answered to. Who he answered to I didn’t know and didn’t care. It was the deal I’d made when I came on board. I wanted my own team, men and women that held true to the same ideals. People I knew wouldn’t shank me in the back for a quick payday. I also wanted full control within reason and that’s what I’d gotten. There had been a lot of rumbling from certain quarters and still were but as long as I kept pulling down the hard jobs they were shitting in the wind. The Supe was my kind of guy, he’d joined the force a hundred years ago it seemed like and he still remembered why he’d done it, and held true. How he got promoted with his clean record is a mystery. I know damn good and well that the higher you climbed the dirtier the pool, like this fuck standing here in front of me. When I get back, one of the first things I’m going to do is look into his shit. I’ve been hearing way too many rumblings of late of evidence in high-ranking cases disappearing, witnesses being gunned down while they were supposed to be under protection. My division was a separate entity altogether yes, but some of his boys had been slipping through my backdoor at night asking for my expertise. I hated to put them off but I had to until I took care of my shit. That took precedence over everything else. She’s been twenty-one for almost a damn year already, but work and commitments had kept me here. Now I was free to go if only this fuck would get his head out his ass already.

  “I don’t like this one bit.” I hope he wasn’t expecting me to answer that shit, he knew better, and the fact that he was keeping me from my girl was only burying his ass deeper. The Supe had asked me to play nice with this asshole so for him I would try but if he fucked with me I’d hand him his ass. “I’m sure you’re well aware by now that I pretty much don’t care what you like or dislike. Why don’t you write a memo and stick it on that wall over there with all the rest of that shit? I don’t work for you, the sooner you get that through your head the sooner we can forego these little chats, now if you’re done I’ve got shit to do and you’re fucking with my schedule.” So much for playing nice; but the sight of him standing there looking all pompous when I already knew, and his own men were now coming to believe that he was dirty, was fucking with my head. Men that were supposed to be able to trust him with their lives were afraid to do their jobs because they didn’t know if they’d come out alive. I have no respect for his ass and the longer he keeps me in his company the more chance of him finding that shit out, and not in a good way.

  After a little more hemming and hawing and fishing for information which he was never going to get from me, I walked out of his office and went to do what I’d come here for in the first place. I needed to be on the road in a few hours. Ever since I’d made that call it’s as if my dick had a mind of its own, the fucker’s been nagging me on and off for hours. He knew he was going home soon and since we were in the last stretch his patience had worn thin. “I hear you boy we’ll have her soon enough, just a few more hours and we’ll get to see her and taste her again.”

  My guys were sitting around their desks finishing up paperwork from our sting the night before and winding down. Our space was open plan; there was no real hierarchy here since I held such disdain for that shit. My men know who’s in charge I didn’t need to beat them over the head with that shit. We’re a team, this way everyone knows they have my undivided attention and that I’m accessible to each of them at any time.

  “Morning boss, you ready to hit the road?” Terry McMann one of my guys walked over to my desk with coffee in hand, more like swaggered. He’s the one who’d had the honor of bringing in the Russian last night. I tried to spread shit out, make everyone feel like they were part of what we were doing here. I’m no glory hound, that’s for insecure assholes with nothing better to do. “Morning Terry good job last night, I see you guys got everything squared away all across the board thanks.” They beamed like five year olds every last one of them. Who the fuck ever said yelling at and putting down your employees was the most effective way to go needed to be shot. I don’t reward fuck ups, but neither do I berate and I always give praise where it’s due. I get more out of my guys and girl than any one man could ask for.

  “We’ve got them tied up nice and tight the boys from DHS were only too happy to swoop them up. Uh Samuels was breathing down our necks when we got here.”

  “I know we had words, listen all of you, if that asshole puts pressure on any of you you know what to do. Supe will be checking in every once in a while while I’m gone but you call me only if it’s an emergency.” They knew some of what I was doing but not all. They knew there was a woman involved because over the years the nosy fucks had wondered why there was never a woman when we hung out with them and theirs. Once someone had tried a hook up and that shit had went south hard. I’d told the poor blonde to beat it in no uncertain terms. Of course she’d thought I was an asshole, but the idea of even entertaining that thought just felt wrong. There was only one woman I wanted under me and she was a brown-eyed brunette doll with an ass that didn’t quit.

  “Everything is cleared on my end try to keep your noses clean and do what you know you’re supposed to do.” That was it in just a few more minutes I’ll finally be free for the next ninety days. Now I can look ahead to what came next. I checked to make sure I had my little surprise with me because when I walked out of this building it was me my bike and the open road. I wasn’t taking too much with me because I wasn’t planning on staying that long. I had a place ready for mom and Mindy because there was no way I was going to leave them back there to deal with the backlash. There was just one more thing I had to take care of, my rogue agent, pain in my ass. Thirteen men and only one gave me any trouble.

  “Jason you make sure Melissa takes care of herself and don’t try any of her shit while I’m gone. No active for her until I get back she can ride a desk and push papers. That ought to keep her little ass out of trouble until she foals.” The room erupted in laughter as a half eaten apple came flying at my head. “You know if you don’t make it a rule she’s not gonna listen to me Jake.” I was busy straightening up the papers and files on my desk and making sure I wasn’t leaving anything unfinished. Leaving for a whole three months was easier said than done though I’d been preparing since I’d put in for the leave with the Supe. The Cap had wanted to get his grubby little hands on my team but I’d nixed that shit in the bud and the Supe had agreed. Yet another reason, for captain asshole to hate my guts. I’d told him point blank I didn’t want him anywhere near my men. They played by the rules I set. They did things the way I’d taught them. I didn’t need him fucking that shit up in three months.

  “Jason for fuck sake she’s your woman, she’s battling my mustang for size and I don’t think she’s seen her ankles in two months. How hard can it be to corral her and get her to sit still?” There was a loud scream and a coffee cup was the next thing to come flying across the room. “You take that back Jake Summers, I’m not as big as your car.” I heard her husband cooing at her to calm her down after my well-placed insult. She loves it, six months pregnant and big as a house. I remember when she first broke the news of her pregnancy to the rest of us, the smile on her face, the excitement. She was the first woman I’d ever heard say she was looking forward to getting the belly. It had given me ideas of planting my own kid. The next three months were going to be devoted entirely to doing ju
st that. “I’ll see you guys in a few, try not to destroy the place and if Samuels gets out of hand you have my permission to take him the fuck out. Just don’t get caught.” With that I was gone.

  Chapter 7

  Jacqueline

  It was easier than I thought to get out of the house, that tree limb that had scared the crap out of me as a child was now my new best friend. I just had to figure out how to get my car down the driveway without making too much noise. I eased it into drive and with the lights off let it roll slowly backwards down the driveway until I got far enough away from the house to make a U-turn on the lawn and gun it the hell out of there. My heart was racing so fast and hard I felt for sure I was going to collapse. My hands were actually shaking and my knees felt weak. But then a smile broke out across my face. I’d done it, I’d actually done something I was sure would get me into more trouble than I’ve been in in a long long time. I wonder if the fact that both instances had something to do with my Jake was an omen?

  That long ago summer when I first felt love… there’re no words. He made me feel alive and wanted and sexy and…all the things I’d never felt before in my life. That first night after I’d remembered how my tongue worked we’d talked for hours. I was breaking curfew but I didn’t care, I never wanted to leave his presence. I hadn’t missed his reaction when I told him who I was, who my father was. I’d half expected him to give me the brush off just like everyone else did but he hadn’t, he’d kept me talking until it was past time to go. I honestly don’t remember half of what was said that first night, I was too full of nerves and the look in his eyes kept distracting me.