Juliette
There was a time where I may have been affected by a man calling me beautiful, and I probably would’ve said thank you if it were any man but the one sitting in the back of my squad car. He was the epitome of everything I hated, and even though his blue eyes made my ovaries wig out like they were in the middle of a rave, all I could see when I looked at him was my dad’s hollow stare as he took his last breath. It was true, the Celestial Sons MC didn’t pull the trigger, we weren’t sure who actually fired the shot that killed my father, but it was their club that held the rally, their club that let it get out of hand, their club who failed at protecting the only man I ever loved. I hated them, so in turn, I hated him.
My glare pierced through him in the rear-view mirror, and all the hate I was feeling flew out of my mouth. “Shut the fuck up and don’t say another fucking word, Asshole.”
He smiled, and god did I hate how that smile made me feel. I should have been repulsed by that young bearded face of his, smiling at me, but I wasn’t… it had the opposite effect--it turned me on, and I fucking hated myself for feeling like that. It felt like a betrayal for everything I stood for--it felt like a betrayal to my father.
I could see him checking me out in the mirror, contemplating whether he should say something--of course, he completely ignored my warning.
“I take it you’re the type of girl who doesn’t like being complimented.”
“One, I’m not a girl, I’m a woman. And two, a compliment from you is like being slapped in the face with a salmon. Cold, slimy, and stinks to high heaven.”
He chuckled, his smile widening even further. “Beautiful and sassy, love it.” That motherfucker actually took the liberty of winking at me. A STUPID WINK!
What the hell is wrong with him? Does he not realize that I’m arresting his ass for murder and that he’s about to be put away for a long, long time?
“Just shut up.”
He leaned his head back against the seat and sighed. “It’s kinda hard to be quiet when I’m in the presence of such beauty.”
“I said… SHUT UP!” The more he flirted with me, the angrier I got. I was already pissed off because Hollender put me on the spot to do his arrest. I didn’t want to be in charge of it, but the bastard said he had other shit to do, and somehow I got roped into leading it. It was almost like the asshole got some sick enjoyment out of me staring the men responsible for my father’s death in the eyes. I wanted to burn their whole damn club to the ground, but I couldn’t, not when I was surrounded by my fellow deputies, and all of them were looking at me for guidance. I wasn’t about to let them down. All of us were appalled that the man shot a woman in cold blood and didn’t show an ounce of remorse for it. Hell, he kept falling on that crutch that he didn’t have anything to do with her muder, and I wanted to call him on his bullshit. But the longer I stared into his mesmerizing blue eyes, the more I could see the integrity in them. He may have his wrists circled in handcuffs, but underneath those cool blue eyes and rugged beard, was a man that still had some honor left inside him.
“Can I talk now?”
“No.”
“But I have a question,” he remarked, his eyes connecting with me in the rear-view mirror again.
“What’s your question?”
“I know your last name is Rooker, but what’s your first name?”
“I’m not telling you that!” I shrieked in complete shock.
“Why not?”
“Uh, cause I’m arresting your ass for murder, jackass. Why do you want it anyway?”
He smirked. “So I know what name to jerk off to in my cell tonight.” He winked again.
“Ugh, you’re revolting.”
He laughed, and goddamn it was as sexy as his face. “I’m kidding. Just want to know who will be starring in my dreams tonight.”
I bit my lower lip, trying everything in my power not to look up again.
Damn it.
There were tiny flecks of midnight blue in those baby blue irises, and currently they were dilated with so much desire that my tits were on high alert.
Down girls. He’s a criminal.
But my tits didn’t care. They liked their men beefy, young, and bad, and Duncan Buchanan checked off every one of their damn boxes and then some.
He smirked when he noticed my avid lip biting, but didn’t say another word until we pulled up to the precinct. Thank god because my nipples were so hard they were about to break some buttons on my uniform just to say hi to him.
The second we pulled up to the precinct, my stomach plummeted. Hollender was standing on the steps, staring at my squad car with a smug look on his face. He didn’t have shit to do, he just wanted to make me suffer. That was apparent with the way he was scarfing down his doughnut like he didn’t have a care in the world.
