I take a breath and launch into it. Every detail. How I saw the patrol car pull into the alley. How Hayes grabbed Amanda. How she tried to pull away. How Hayes threatened her, told her no one would believe her.
"Then what happened?" Morrison asks, his expression unreadable.
"I intervened. Told him to get his hands off her." I meet Hayes's eyes. "He reached for his weapon. So, I punched him."
"He assaulted me!" Hayes explodes. "Unprovoked assault on a police officer—"
"Provoked," I correct coldly. "You were assaulting your partner. I stopped you. That's called defending someone who couldn't defend themselves."
"That's called assault," Hayes snarls.
"Then arrest me." I spread my arms wide. "Go ahead. Charge me. See what happens when we go to court and I tell a jury exactly what you were doing to Officer Collins."
The room goes silent. Morrison stares at me, something shifting in his expression. Hayes looks like he wants to kill me.
"Is there anything else you'd like to add?" Morrison asks finally.
"Yeah." I lean forward, planting my hands on his desk. "Your officer is a predator. He uses his badge to assault women. And if you let him get away with it, you're just as guilty as he is."
Morrison's expression hardens. "That's a serious accusation."
"It's the truth." I straighten. "Now if we're done here, I've got better things to do than stand in a police station."
"We're done." Morrison's voice is tight. "For now. Don't leave town, Mr. Wells. We may have follow-up questions."
"No follow-up." I head for the door. "I told you what I saw. One statement, that's it."
I walk out before he can argue, Amanda hurrying after me. We don't speak until we're outside, away from listening ears.
"That went well," she says quietly.
"No, it didn't." I turn to face her. "Morrison doesn't believe me. Hayes is going to walk. And you're still going to lose your job."
"You don't know that—"
"I do." I cup her face, my thumb brushing her cheek. "But I kept my promise. I told the truth. Now it's time for you to keep yours."
Her eyes widen. "What promise?"
"You're coming home with me." I lean in close. "And I'm going to fuck you until you forget all about this shitstorm. Until the only thing you can think about is my cock inside you."
She should say no. Should pull away. Should remember she's a cop and I'm a criminal and this is the worst possible idea.
Instead, she nods. "Okay."
Best. Worst. Decision. Ever.
Chapter 7 - Amanda
What the fuck am I doing?
The thought screams through my mind as I watch Danny—Rookie—head toward his motorcycle, expecting me to follow. I just agreed to go home with him. To let him fuck me. To give my virginity to a biker who hates everything my badge represents.
Like it's nothing. Like losing my v-card to a dangerous criminal is just a regular Tuesday.
But my pussy is throbbing so hard I can barely think straight. I spent half the time in Morrison's office imagining Danny bending me over the chief's desk. Pushing that skirt up. Ripping my panties off.
I imagined him dragging me into the bathroom, shoving me against the wall, his hand over my mouth to muffle my screams while he fucked me hard and fast. Every fucking where. In the bullpen. In the evidence room. On top of a patrol car in the parking lot.
