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Chapter 29 Cain
Releasing a sigh, I check my watch for the third time.
It’s just after two a.m. The chief should be arriving any minute.
Although he should have been here sooner given he lives right up the road from my campaign headquarters.
As if on cue, he waltzes into my office wearing a ratty sweatshirt and jeans.
My stomach rolls. His uniform would have put things into better perspective and reminded me why I’m going to such lengths.
Although lengths would be generous when it comes to the chief.
He plops down in a chair. “Sorry I wasn’t here sooner. I got caught up watching the game.”
I grab the bottle of vodka on the desk behind me and pour myself a drink. I’ll need at least three more before the night is over.
The things we do for leverage.
He makes a face. “Never pegged you for a vodka guy.”
“It was a Christmas gift from Claudia.” I gesture to the extra glass on my desk. “Help yourself.”
“Don’t mind if I do.”
He’s mid-sip when I cut to the chase. “I need a favor.”
He doesn’t look at all surprised. Then again, we’ve been down this road once before.
“Figured as much. What is it this time? Parking tick—”
“I need you to arrest someone.”
“Why?”
“I need him out of the picture. Preferably for the next twenty-five years to life.”
He takes a hearty swig of his drink. “Who?”
“Damien King.”
He starts coughing. “Are you crazy? Not only is he richer than God, he just donated half a million to the department.”
Of course he did. “I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important, Ray.”
“All right, I’ll bite. What in God’s name would you like him arrested for?”
“Murder.”
He stands up. “Yeah, you’re crazier than I thought. Have a good night.”
“Sit down.”
Begrudgingly, he plants his ass in the chair. “Look, I know you two have history and he’s your opponent. But I’m not go
I lean against the edge of my desk. “You’re a little crooked…if memory serves.”
He flushes with embarrassment. “Don’t go there. It was a one-time thing. I was drunk—”
“Yadda, yadda.” I refill my glass. “How are things with that wife of yours anyway?”
“They’re fine,” he says sharply.
I shift my stance so I’m standing in front of him. “I have proof, you know.”
“Proof of what?”
“Damien King telling me how he pla
“Video?”
“Audio.”
He winces. “Sketchy.” He blinks. “Wait a minute. Your teacher killed your brother and father, so why the hell would you have something like that in the first place? And why the fuck are you telling me about this now and not eleven years ago?”
I shrug. “I said I had proof, I didn’t say he did it.”
He scrubs a hand down his face. “Let me get this straight. You want me to open an eleven-year-old murder investigation that was already solved and tell everyone the teacher who ended up getting murdered by her husband was i
“Yes.”
He snorts. “Not only is it unethical, it’s the equivalent of opening Pandora’s box. The scandal was one of the biggest in Black Hallows’ history.”
“I need him gone.”
“Then find another way. Setting up an i
I drop to my knees. “Sometimes we all do things we’re not proud of.” I rub the small bulge forming in his pants. “Don’t we, Ray?”
“Stop it, Carter. I told you—” He moans when I tug his zipper down and flick my tongue through the opening. “Fuck, that feels good.”
“It could feel even better…if you’d be willing to help me.”
He closes his eyes. “It’s been so long.”
“I know it has.” I reach inside his pants. “You deserve someone who cares about your pleasure. Someone to take care of your needs.” I tighten my grip. “I can be that person.”
“You’ll have to do a better job of convincing me.”
I smirk. “Take off your pants.”
They fall to his ankles. “You go
I undo my belt. “I thought it was a one-time thing?”
He strokes himself. “Shut up and suck it.”
Stomach churning, I edge forward. “Do we have a deal?”
He grunts. “Let me fuck you and I’ll consider it.”
“I’ll let you fuck me whenever you want if you arrest Damien King on polling day.”
“Oh, hell.”
“Come on, Chief.” I swallow his short, fat dick in one gulp and he hisses. “Besides, it’s a little late to turn back now. Especially if you don’t want your wife or anyone else to know how much you enjoy this.”
“You’re a goddamn snake, Carter.” He pushes his hips forward. “Suck it again.”
“Do we have a deal?”
“Yeah.” He grips my hair. “But let me fuck your ass.”
Swallowing my disgust, I stand up, drop my pants, and bend over the desk.
He spits on his hand. “She goes to her book club thing every Wednesday at five.”
I grunt as he slams into me. “And you’re telling me this because—”
“You’ll be taking my cock every Wednesday at five from here on out.”
“Sure thing, Chief.”
The things we do for leverage.