Does he know I’m a cop?
He’s keeping tabs on me.
Will he follow me to work Monday?
Does he know I’ve been lying about my job since day one?
I couldn’t seem to shake the dread that something major was about to happen.
When Breaker arrived, he let himself in. Then he wandered around my apartment, pulling out drawers, opening closets, and looking under my bed. I didn’t know what he was searching for, but I was damn glad I’d had the forethought to stash my photos from the police academy beneath the cleaning supplies in my bathroom cabinet. The asshole sure as hell didn’t check there.
Once Breaker’s curiosity was appeased, he led me to his bike and drove us to a yellow two-story house with a white picket fence and a three-car garage. I recognized the address as Buzz’s residence from my research. Breaker’s father had bought the home with his first wife when their three children were little. Wives had come and gone since, but records showed that Buzz and his daughter, Danielle, still resided within.
Breaker was bringing me home.
I didn’t even know we hadthatkind of relationship. Still in shock, I stepped off the back of his bike and tugged my dress down as far as it would go. If I was meeting his parents, he should have at least given me a heads up so I could wear something with another foot of fabric. “Where are we?” I asked, feigning ignorance.
“My dad’s house. My sister’s having a bachelorette party.”
Okay, I wasn’t meeting the parents, I was partying it up with the little sister. I’d met Danielle at the complex and she’d done nothing but sneer at me. Certain she hadn’t requested my presence, I wondered why he wanted me to crash her party. I’d learned not to question my own personal tyrant, though, so I kept my trap shut as I followed him into the house and past two prospects who were standing guard in the foyer. Since I was with Breaker, they didn’t give me a second look. A woman entered behind us, and they searched her person and her purse before letting her follow us.
Breaker and I stepped out of the foyer and joined a small group of women in the living room. He stopped directly in front of Danielle and gave her a shit-eating grin. She eyed me suspiciously, scowling at my skimpy dress before facing off with her brother.
“I can’t believe you brought your whore. You’re really gonna flaunt her at my party? You’re such an asshole,” she said. “All I wanted was a fucking drama-free party. Is that too much to ask for?”
Breaker grinned. “Sorry, sis, but you were born in the wrong family. We don’t do quiet or easy. Hell, the fun doesn’t start until bitches are fighting over me.”
I didn’t know what he was talking about, but if he thought I would fight for his ass, he was about to be disappointed.
“This isn’t about you; it’smyparty. God, I hate you so much.” Danielle turned to the friend standing closest to her. “Where’s Chloe? We’re gonna need to distract her. Maybe drug her. Anyone have any Valium? Muscle relaxers?”
“Oh hell no,” another woman said, her voice shrill and angry.
“Shit,” Danielle lamented, glaring at her brother. “You ruin everything.”
Breaker’s grin only widened as he waved to the woman who was weaving through the crowd to get to us. “Hey babe, how you doin’?”
“Don’t you ‘hey babe’ me, asshole. I can’t believe you brought your skanky side piece here. You tryin’ to rub her in my face? Do you want me to kick her ass?”
I whipped my head around to find the speaker. She had long, bleached hair and stood at least four inches taller than me. I recognized her immediately from mug shots as Chloe Withers, arrested four months ago for possession with intent to sell. I wasn’t the officer who’d made the arrest, but I’d been at the station when they brought her in. The evidence vanished, and Chloe only spent one night in jail before the charges were dropped.
“Yeah, babe. That’s exactly what I want you to do. Aren’t you the bitch in charge of that kind of thing?”
“In charge of what?” Her glare went from me to Breaker and her eyes lit up with understanding. “Shit. You want me to jump this cunt into our club.”
He nodded. “Look at you, brains and beauty.” He grabbed the front of her shirt, pulling her against him. She fought him off until his mouth claimed hers. Then he grabbed her ass and deepened the kiss. Several of the women in the room hooted and hollered, egging them on. They practically dry humped in the middle of everyone.
When Breaker finally let Chloe up for air, her eyes were glassy and her lips were swollen and red.
“No need to be jealous, babe. There’s enough of me to go around.” He swatted her on the ass. Looking straight at me, he added, “And you know nobody’s pussy is as good as yours.”
Chloe didn’t miss it. The passion in her eyes turned to fire as she clenched her fists and stormed toward me.
God, I hated Breaker and his mind games.
I’d barely braced when Chloe punched me square in the gut. I hadn’t been ready for it, and pain shot through my stomach as I hitched forward, trying to block my body from more assaults.
“Nice hit,” Breaker said with a grin. “So, you’ll do it?”
