章 1: | To Catch A Thief
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I was racing down the streets of Boston, chasing a guy who felt it was okay to snatch and grab an elderly lady's pouch. Of course, I just had to be the one who had wandered around the corner at the exact moment all this was going down. So, in other words, I had no choice but to run after this guy's ass. It was my job, after all.
To be honest, this was one of the reasons I joined the police force. Why I became a detective. I wanted to be the one chasing after guys like this. Guys who thought they could do whatever the hell they wanted on these streets.
And although I knew I should be investigating big cases-cases that involved the Bologna or the Morellos, the worst and most dangerous families ruling these streets for lord knew how long, I'd take anything that has to do with protecting civilians in a heartbeat. Even if it meant me chasing dumb criminals who had shit for brains. What could I say? I loved my Job.
Sweat pooled underneath my arms and I couldn't help but groan to myself in annoyance. This guy was making me sweat, so now I was going to have to kick his ass.
The guy made a sharp turn and ran into a grocery store. Rookie mistake. Everyone knew you should never run into a shop unless you knew for sure there was a back exit. And it seemed like this guy was more stupid than I thought because I was a hundred and one per cent sure he didn't know since I knew there was no back exit to this particular shop. Well, I won't complain. He just made catching him a whole lot easier.
I stormed into the store behind him and launched myself forward, grabbing him by the back of his jacket collar, pulling him down and slamming his face into the floor before I pressed my knee into his spine.
I pulled his arms behind his back and cuffed him. "No one makes me sweat and gets away with it." Unless you were a six-foot-tall brunette with a decent-sized pair of tits and a mouth like a Hoover vacuum.
"Fuck you," the little asshole spat from the side of his mouth since his face was almost engraved into the cement floor.
"Jesus Christ. Rio? I should have known it was you." I pulled him up by his arms, turned him to face me, and shoved his back into the counter.
"You're a special kind of stupid, aren't you? How many times do I have to drag your ass down to the precinct before you realize you're too dumb for this shit?"
"Suck my cock, officer." He smiled, showing me a silver filling between his front teeth.
I raised a brow. "Oh, you got new jewellery. Whose corpse did you steal that from?"
"And suck my balls while you're down there too."
I noticed Mrs Bossi staring at us from behind the cash register. "Sorry about this one's dirty mouth, Mrs Bossi."
"It's okay, dear. I hear more cursing than prayer these days, anyway. What did this one do today?" She glowered at Rio.
"Disrespecting the elderly again, I'm afraid." I turned him around and started frisking him when I felt a little bump in his jacket pocket. "Rio, is that what I think it is?"
"No," he replied over his shoulder.
"How do you know what I think it is?"
"Uh...I don't."
I reached into his pocket. "Then how can you answer that question?"
"Because you're an asshole."
I snorted before pulling out a little plastic bag with white powder in it. Bingo. "Rio, is this cocaine?"
"No."
"God, you're a terrible liar." I jerked him back around and held the little bag in front of him. "Are you moving up in the world?"
He smiled that disgusting silver-filling smile of his. "I have no idea what that is."
"Really? Well, let me enlighten you, then." I brought the bag closer to his face. "This is what you call a real-fucking-stupid move." Rio continued to grin like an idiot.
"Where did you get it?"
He turned his head and looked to the right, but I jerked at his collar, forcing him to look back at me. "Who are you dealing for, Rio?"
"The Bologna." His answer was clipped, and I immediately felt that familiar tingle at the back of my neck. It happened whenever I heard the name "Bologna."
I frowned. "You answered that pretty quickly. You sure about your answer?"
"What the fuck, man? You asked me, and I answered."
I studied his ugly face for a few seconds, wondering why the hell he answered so damn fast. Around here, people didn't go tell everyone who they worked for on the streets-especially a cop. So, either Rio was incredibly stupid, or he was lying.
I pulled him away from the counter. "I'm sorry for the mess, Mrs Bossi. I'll come back around later and help you clean up, okay?"
Mrs Bossi smiled. "You are such a gentleman, James. I'll make sure I have some of my mushroom risotto packed for you."
"Ah, Mrs Bossi," I winked at her, "you know exactly the way to my heart." I pulled Rio away from the counter and smiled warmly at the old lady I'd come to know during the last two years. She is a good old soul.
"So, Rio, did I ever tell you about this girl I knew a few years ago?" I dragged him toward the door. "She also had the whole gap thing going with her front teeth, only she didn't patch it with a gold filling. But let me tell you, that girl sucked my cock like a champ."
"That's because your dick was small enough to fill her gap," Rio shot back. And then his face just happened to collide with the wall right next to the door. "Motherfucker!"
Again, his face hit the wall. "Rio, you need to go through the door, not the wall, my man." I smiled wickedly like I was trying to shove the fact that I had perfectly spaced teeth in his face.
"You're the one slamming me into the damn wall, you psycho."
"Me?" I feigned a look of innocence. "I would never do such a thing." And then Rio's face slammed against the wall for the third time, right before I finally led him through the door to the sidewalk.
The precinct was about a block away. Unfortunately, all this went down while I was on my way back from my lunch break, which meant we were going to have to walk. Where's a fucking squad car when you need one?
People stared at us while we made our way down the sidewalk. I didn't care. If I had to care about what other people thought, I'd be bat-shit crazy by now. The fact that I was half-African made for some serious gossip, and some piss-poor jokes back at the station. Especially since I was the best damn detective, and those doughnut-eating, useless, lazy asses I was forced to work with daily were jealous as fuck. And not only was I the best detective Boston had seen in a long time, but I was also the prettiest. I got more pussy in one week than those fuckers got in a year combined.
I glanced at Rio walking with his head hanging down.
"Oh, come on, you and I both know getting arrested makes you even more badass on these streets. And let's face it, snatch-and-grabbing an old lady's purse is a real badass."
"Go fuck yourself, Gunner."
I noticed a pole about six feet in front of us. "Mind the pole." Too late.
The sound of Rio's face hitting the pole vibrated next to me, and Rio cursed the longest f-bomb sentence I'd heard in a while.
"You should watch where you're going, Rio."
He opened his mouth, but then I glanced down the street at the ten-odd poles all lined up. Rio shut his mouth. Good boy. Now he knows not to fuck with me again.
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章 2: | To Be An Ass
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We finally walked through the revolving doors of the local district station, and I smelled the fat-induced, sugar and spice scent of a fuck-load of doughnuts. Really? No wonder all cops get stereotyped as doughnut-eating slobs—because it's true. In all my years in the force, all these fuckers did was prove every horrible thing ever said about them. No wonder they hated me for being the best of them all. Jealousy they say kills.
"It was nice seeing you again, Rio," I said as I shoved his ass into a chair. "Larry, book him for snatch and grab. I found this on him too," I grunted and tossed the bag of cocaine to the uniformed cop standing around like he had nothing better to do. As if there weren't things like drugs, child kidnappings, or the mafia soiling our streets. Sometimes I feel like the police were given their uniforms so they could look pretty for the magazine.
"And it was a real pleasure doing your job for you, Larry," I spat before adding, "Again."
"Fuck you, Gunner," he groaned and I smirked.
"Funny enough, you're not the first one to say those exact words to me today."
"That's 'cause you're a Brown cocksucker."
"I'm African, idiot. Get a fucking map." I showed him the finger and turned around and he sent me a barely mean glare. The guy was pathetic.
On my way to my desk, I spotted Roman sitting at his desk across from mine. Motherfucker. My day just keeps on getting better. Just when I thought I could have some peace, my Nemesis shows up. Well, Nemesis is a bit of an exaggeration but who cares?
"Roman," I grunted and took my seat next to him. "So nice of you to finally join us on the job. How long has it been? Two, three weeks?" I leaned back so I could properly look at him.
"Lay off it, Gunner," Roman said and glowered at me with his blue eyes while strands of his light blond hair fell across his forehead. There was a brownish tint on his cheeks which wasn't there the last time I saw him.
"You should lay off the scotch that's burning that hole in your liver. Maybe then you'd be able to put in a decent day's work every once in a while."
"I would say 'fuck you,' but something tells me you've been hearing that a lot lately."
I shrugged. "You've got that right. Those words don't have quite the same effect anymore. It's like fucking a cute prostitute. The first time is exhilarating since you know it's so wrong and dirty. But after a while, it just gets bland—unmemorable."
Roman's expression remained stoic. Nothing fazed the old bastard. He was like a rock, granite that had been around long enough to prove it would never crack. And unfortunately, I'd been stuck with him as my partner for the last few months. Do you see why I call him my nemesis? What these assholes didn't seem to realize was I only needed one partner—Bambi. She was sleek, and powerful, and gave me an instant hard-on whenever I touched her. She was also my Glock 23, safely tucked away at my side.
"Are you still investigating the Bologna?" Roman asked.
Roman was not just my partner. He was a perceptive bastard and a straight shooter too.
I crossed my arms and placed my feet on my desk. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
"I'm telling you, Gunner, leave that shit for the feds, okay? Let it go."
The way he said it made me roll my eyes. "Okay, Elsa. Just don't go around erecting any ice castles, would you? This place is fucking cold enough during winter as it is."
Roman continued to stare at me, unblinking. One day I would make this man crack, even if it was the last thing I did.
"Gunner."
Oh, God. The sound of that voice gave me an instant headache. I groaned as I pulled my palm down my face, thinking I'd rather be having a conversation with Satan right about now. Remember how I called Roman my nemesis? Well, that was a joke. This bastard right here was the real MVP. Total
I turned in my seat and stared up at a tall, middle-aged man with a serious widow's peak going on. "Commander Pussy."
"It's Puti. As in Pu-Ti."
"Damn, I just can't get it right."
Commander Puti placed his hands on his waist. "It's been three years, Gunner. You should get it right by now."
"It's a mental block, I swear."
"Cut the crap, Stone. Now, please enlighten me as to why a certain Rio Gang is bleeding all over my goddamn floor."
"Not my fault he's dumb enough to walk into a wall."
Grooves formed on his forehead. "Three times?"
"Yup. The dumb bastard walked into a pole as well. He should get his eyes checked. I think his sight might be out of whack."
"You're hanging on your last damn thread around here, Gunner. Right now, I want your badge so much I can taste it." He leaned down, putting his face closer to mine. "So keep on fucking up. I dare you. I don't care if you solve more cases than anyone else around here. Give me just half a reason, and your ass is out that goddamn door so fast Bologna will be your friend for a month. Do I make myself clear?"
The urge to punch this man in the face was so overwhelming, it was like finally feeling that welcome pressure after being constipated for a week.
"Crystal clear, Commander," I replied, the words leaving a bitter taste in my mouth. I'd never been the kind who did well with commands and orders. Fuck knew why I decided to become a detective.
"Good." Commander Puti turned and walked off, his expensive navy-blue suit making it easy for anyone to see exactly who was in charge around here.
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