by Dukey, Ker
“Did your friend not come?” I ask Blaine absently.
“He went for drinks. He’ll need it spending a night with you douchebags.”
Xavi snorts out a laugh that has Blaine eyeing him with amusement. All humor fades when I seek out the bar. My guts twist when I see my girl drop her drink. It crashes to the floor at Greg’s feet. She’s white as a ghost and shaking her head no.
What the fuck?
“I’ll be right back,” I mutter, leaving the VIP area.
I catch a glimpse of Greg as he gives chase to my girl, who has turned on her heel and bolted in the opposite direction.
“Quinn,” I call out over the crowd, but she’s too far ahead to hear me.
Greg storms her way, hands fisted in apparent rage. My girl’s not stopping. She breaks into a run down the hallway, heading for the back exit.
What the hell is going on?
I don’t like the way he takes off after her. It’s not in a concerned, friendly way. More like a predator chasing its prey. This isn’t a fucking game like the ones we play. He’s thirsty for blood. I can feel it in my veins. With a growl, I shove people out of the way as I run after them.
The back door opens, and she’s gone.
It closes for two seconds, then he’s out there after her.
Fuck. This.
I’m seconds behind them as I push out into the warm night air.
My blood freezes, and I nearly stumble at what I see, but seconds are too precious to lose—she’s too precious. I charge for the fucker, who has a motherfucking gun held to my girl’s head.
I don’t think.
I act.
Fast.
“He was a cop.” Her words echo through my head, making my stomach twist.
My body connects with his as I tackle him to the side. We hit the concrete hard. The gun scrapes across the ground, just out of reach. Greg is fit being a cop, but I’m a man protecting his love. I’m untouchable.
I pin him down, straddling him, and lay punch after punch into his face. Blood splatters as he continues struggling. I’m blinded by rage, unable to even check on Quinn. I want to kill this man.
Someone grabs me from behind and yanks.
“What the hell?” Blaine growls in my ear, dragging me back.
Greg rolls over, grabs his gun, and staggers to his feet, pointing it at me.
“Whoa,” Blaine barks. “Sanders, put the gun down. Let’s talk this out.”
Greg’s eyes are manic. He’s rippling with violence. I’d take satisfaction in the fact that he’s beaten to a pulp, but I won’t rest until he’s been relieved of his goddamn gun.
“Dude,” Blaine says calmly. “Put the gun down.”
“I’m a cop!” Greg rages. “He hit a fucking cop!”
Blaine puts himself between me and Greg’s gun. “Tell me what happened.”
Quinn is still pressed against a dumpster, frozen in fear. Not crying. Not frowning. Nothing. In complete shock. I want to run to her, but I don’t want to draw attention to her. Greg, thankfully, is still focused on me.
“He chased after Quinn,” I spit out. “I found him holding a gun to her head.”
Blaine stiffens. “What the fuck, Sanders?”
“He would have taken what he wanted from her,” I snap. “Because he could. Because he had a gun. Because he’s a fucking cop.” I want to fucking kill him.
Greg sneers. “She was asking for it that night. Drunk as fuck and acting like a whore. Don’t let her convince you otherwise.”
“Asking for what?” Blaine asks, his voice deceptively calm.
My chest bumps Blaine’s back, my eyes searing into Greg’s. “Yeah, motherfucker. What the fuck did my goddamn girlfriend ask you for?”
He laughs cruelly. “Dress like a whore, get treated like one. Act like one, get fucked like one. All those types are the same.”
I push past Blaine and charge for Greg, wrangling his gun away. My fist connects with his nose, making a sick popping sound before I’m once again pulled back. I see people circling around us, and I’m happy as fuck to see Ronan rush over to pick up the discarded gun.
“You’re going to pay for that!” Greg roars. “Assaulting a police officer.”
Ronan snarls. “No one saw shit, man. You fucking tripped.”
Greg stiffens, the realization of his situation hitting him. He’s surrounded by my friends and he’s outed himself as a fucking rapist pig.
“You were my fucking partner. I loved you like family. You have a fucking family.”
“Oh, give me a fucking break. Don’t act all mighty to me. You take the perks of the job. Look at you and Xavi.”
“Perks of the job? You’re what’s wrong with the fucking badge. You pig,” I growl over Blaine.
“You’re going to listen to me, cocksucker,” Blaine says, no longer calm. “You’re going with me right now, and you’re going to turn your badge in.”
“Fuck you,” Greg snarls. “Fuck all of you.”
Blaine, the bigger of the two guys, stalks over to him and grabs two fistfuls of Greg’s shirt before biting his words at him. “You’re going to hand in that goddamn badge or we will come for you. No one will find the remains.”
Greg gapes at him. “This is a joke, right? Or are you really going to take that slut’s side?”
“What’s it going to be?” Ronan barks, backing Blaine.
“I could arrest you all. This is a crime.” Greg spits, swiping at the blood dripping off his chin.
“No,” I snap, “not killing your rapist ass is the crime around here.”
Blaine grips Greg’s bicep and starts hauling him down the alley. “Someone call down to the station. Ask for Paul. Tell him Blaine needs assistance.”
Ronan and Ren trot after him as backup. Xavi pulls out his phone to make the call. I shake away my rage, no longer in protective mode, slipping into comforter. I need my woman. I need to promise her everything will be okay now.
She’s still staring blankly as Natasha and Sofina speak softly to her. When she sees me, she jolts from her trance.
“Joshua.” Her eyes well with tears, the first sign of her feelings turning back on.
“Come here, Little Red.”
I pull her to me and hug her tight, inhaling her sweet scent. She sobs against my chest, tears of relief soaking my shirt.
“I was so scared,” she whispers. “It’s him. It was him that night. I…I…” she shudders, “I didn’t know what to do.”
I kiss the top of her head. “You’re not alone, baby. I promised you I’d take care of you. That fucker’s biggest mistake was going after the woman I love. He may have succeeded in the past, but there will never be a future where he ever wins again.”
She relaxes in my hold. “Thank you.”
“You want to go home now?”
Her head tilts up, and she shakes it. “Let him win? Let him shove me into the shadows again?” She hardens her features. “I’m going down to that police station and tell them everything. I’m not afraid anymore. He belongs in hell, and I want to be the one to send him there.”
I stroke my fingers through her silky tresses and kiss her forehead. “There’s my Little Red Wolf.”
“I have fangs now,” she says, a wolfish gleam in her eyes.
“You had them all along. You’re just now figuring that out.”
I press a sweet kiss to her lips, then take my girl to war. I’ll stand by her side at the police station, and together, my wolf and I will take this pig down.
This is more than the story of Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf. This is a tale of a rapist pig hiding behind a badge and authority. We’re going to huff, we’re going to puff, and we’re going to put that motherfucker in prison.
The fucking end.
My girl gets a happily ever after because we write this story, and in this story, we win, goddammit.
Epilogue
Good does win over evil. Turns out, the police force hates corrupt cops more than the
rest of us. Greg Sanders lost his badge, his family, and his freedom. Once news broke about what he was, other girls came forward. Fourteen of us united. Survivors. Warriors claiming justice—no, demanding it. And we got it. We won.
I think about the women who got hurt after me and struggle with the knowledge that if I would have gone to the cops, would have come clean, they may not have had to endure his corruption, his demons. But I can’t go back. I only look to the future now.
“We could sneak away for ten minutes. It hasn’t even started yet.” Joshua shrugs. He looks impeccable in his gray suit.
“You’re the best man. You can’t go astray.” I roll my eyes, trying to ignore him as he circles me, hungry. He’s dragged me into a side room next to the altar room.
“You look so damn beautiful, I can’t cope when you wear red,” he murmurs, inhaling the back of my neck and grinding his cock against my ass. I used to struggle with being approached or touched from behind, but I’m healing, trusting, and learning I’m safe. I won’t allow Greg to have that kind of power over me anymore. I own my body, my mind—not him.
“You’re a pest.” I toy with him, pushing my ass back, making him groan.
“If I don’t come in ten minutes, then we stop,” he bargains.
“What if I don’t come?” I pout.
“I’ll lick your pussy first. You’ll be coming no matter what.” He bites my earlobe. I turn in his arms and attack his mouth. Tongues duel and slash at each other, teeth clashing and nipping. His hands drag up the fabric of my red silk dress, gripping my bare ass beneath. “Damn, Red, you make me so fucking horny.”
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Someone pounds at the door, making us startle and freeze. “Uh…it’s occupied in here,” Joshua calls out. I burrow my face in his chest, trying to hide my laughter.
“Let me in, you sex addicts,” Ronan growls through the wood panel.
“We’re not all married and past the fucking all the time phase like you,” Joshua teases, shifting me to steady my feet and lowering my dress. He checks that I’m completely decent before opening the door. A frowning Ronan stands there like a bouncer as Natasha rushes into the room. “I’m not married yet, asshole.”
“What’s wrong?” My eyes widen in horror when she goes to the other side of the room and begins wheeling out a stroller.
“My daughter does not need to be hearing this shit.” Ronan brushes past Joshua and collects a white baby monitor from the table. “And neither do we.” Horrified, I blush from ear to ear and cover my face with my hands.
“Shit, man, I didn’t know she was in here.” Joshua crinkles his nose.
“She’s three months old and asleep, it’s fine. I was only gone for five minutes,” Natasha says, rolling her eyes. She grabs Ronan’s arm. “Come on, you have a wedding to get ready for. Sofina is waiting, mister.”
“Sofina never hears about this,” Joshua warns him. “She won’t let us babysit otherwise.”
“Dude, everyone already fucking heard it. We have monitors with all responsible adults. How do you think I heard you?”
Joshua’s mouth opens and closes. “What the fuck? Why didn’t I get one?”
“This...” Ronan waves a hand around the room, “is why. You two can’t keep your hands off each other for a couple hours.”
“We tried,” I defend, breaking out into a giggle.
“Unbelievable. You better make this shit quick. I’m getting married and you can’t be fucking late.”
“The quicker you stop busting my balls, the quicker she can empty them,” Joshua tells him, making us all cringe. Gross.
I swipe at my happy tears, choked up by the beautiful ceremony and overwhelming joy of being surrounded by people who love and truly care for one another. It’s good to be part of a family you chose for yourself. I sigh when Berlin Scandal takes the stage to play the first dance song. Sofina looks stunning in a fishtail white lace dress.
“Can you believe she had a baby three months ago?” I nudge Joshua.
“Kinda got reminded of it earlier,” he grunts.
Slapping his thigh, I sigh dreamily and lean against his arm. “Do you want marriage or a child first?” I ask him, testing the waters.
Drawing my face to his with a finger under my chin, he kisses the tip of my nose. “I want everything with you. I don’t care what order it comes in.”
Reaching up, I steal a kiss, deepening it when he tugs me onto his lap.
“That’s good,” I breathe, “let’s start with a baby then.” I bite my lip and place his hand on my stomach. It wasn’t planned. I’d missed a few days of my pill after a mix up with my prescription and now here we are. I’m only two months, but already feel so connected to the life inside me. So ready for this next chapter.
“Are you playing with me right now?” he chokes out, lines crinkling his brow.
“I don’t play games outside the bedroom.” I try to joke, but a lump clogs my throat and a tear drops from my eye.
“Oh my God.” He squeezes me to him, his hand tight in my hair as he crushes me in an intoxicating kiss filled with love and longing.
“I fucking love you,” he breathes. “Damn, Quinn, you’ve made me the happiest man on the planet.”
“You make me the happiest woman in the universe.”
We found each other through fantasy and created a reality of acceptance, healing, and most of all, love.
The End
Books by
Ker Dukey and K Webster
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Acknowledgements
from Ker Dukey and K Webster
Thank you to our husbands. Baby Daddy and Mr. Webster are the real inspirations especially when it comes to characters like Joshua.
Ker and K love each other and would normally use this section to thank each other, but they like to save the real thanks when they’re alone on video chat…
A huge thank you to our reader groups. You all are insanely supportive and we can’t thank you enough. You’re all strong badass women and we’re lucky to have such an amazing team behind us.
Thanks so much to Terrie Arasin and Misty Walker! Two of the best PAs everrrr! We love you ladies!
A gigantic thank you to those who always help K out. Elizabeth Clinton, Ella Stewart, Misty Walker, Holly Sparks, Jillian Ruize, Gina Behrends, Wendy Rinebold and Nikki Ash—you ladies are amazing!
Great thanks to Ker’s awesome ladies for helping make this book is as awesome as can be! Couldn’t have done it without you: PA Allison, Teresa Nicholson.
A big thank you to our author friends who have given us your friendship and your support. You have no idea how much that means to us.
Thank you to all of our blogger friends both big and small that go above and beyond to always share our stuff. You all rock! #Al
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Lastly but certainly not least of all, thank you to all of the wonderful readers out there who are willing to hear our stories and enjoy the characters like we do. It means the world to us!
About Ker Dukey
Ker Dukey is an International bestselling author based in the United Kingdom. Genres include: Dark Romance, Psychological Thriller, New Adult Romance, Romantic Suspense, and Erotic Romance.
Ker, has over thirty titles published. Her titles have held multiple #1 bestseller banners and have had rights sold to numerous countries.
In addition to being an author, Ker is an annoying wife and a mother of three children + one dog (who thinks he's human.) She has a passion for reading and binge-watching crime documentaries.
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K Webster is a USA Today Bestselling author. Her titles have claimed many bestseller tags in numerous categories, are translated in multiple languages, and have been adapted into audiobooks. She lives in “Tornado Alley” with her husband, two children, and her baby dog named Blue. When she’s not writing, she’s reading, drinking copious amounts of coffee, and researching aliens.
