Wanting You

“No problem. I’ll be there.”

“Love you, Sava

“Love you, too, and see you tomorrow.”

After saying our goodbyes, it was time for me to get ready for what I was sure would be an eventful evening.

5

Deke

What a fucking day. No amount of kicking, punching, or jabbing at the gym helped get that little blonde out of my fucking head. She was stuck there like some disease—one I thought I cured a long ass time ago. No, she had to bring her ass back here and stir up shit. Fucking shit-stirrer.

And then to think I called her name out when I was fucking Mindy. How fucked is that? In all the years, I had never called a chick another woman’s name. Ever. I actually prided myself on that considering how many women have had my dick in them over the years. That was also why I switched to sweetheart—helped a lot.

Why the hell did she have to be a fucking knock out? If she were anyone else, she would’ve been under me last night. No question about it. I would have fucked her every possible way I could, and then I’d have done it again. But no. She had to be Va

“Deke?” Z’s head popped around my office door.

“What?”

“Glad I caught you in a good mood. You’re go

“You see it?” Z asked.

“Yeah, I fucking see it.”

“You’re going in as a buyer,” Z a

“I figured. I’m go

“Yeah. Working on that.” Z sighed. “You go

“Fuck no, it’s my personal shit that keeps me doing this,” I growled. Like I could forget the fucking reason I wanted this asshole. I’d prefer him six feet underground, but since I liked my freedom, this was the next best thing. I would just make sure that he had a great roommate in the pen.

“You gotta keep your cool or they’re go

“Sullivan!” Captain Craiger called.

“Yes sir.”

“Come take a seat and shut the door.” I knew this wasn’t good. Captain only called you in his office and shut the door for disciplinary shit. I knew why I was there. I just didn’t want to deal with the bullshit of it.

I did as he instructed and took a seat in front of his desk.

“Look son, that shit you pulled out there the other day, we can’t have it. Too much paperwork and it comes down hard on the whole force. This is the third time.”

This time I couldn’t help it. The little fucking weasel deserved having his ass kicked for selling dope to a thirteen year old kid. I would have killed him had my partner not pulled me off him.

“I know.” I was going to say I was sorry, but thought better of it. I wasn’t sorry. He was too fucking high to give a shit anyway.

“And I know you’d do it again in heartbeat.” Captain blew out a deep breath. “Look son, I have a team and I want you to be part of it. You are too good to let go, and this might be right up your alley, but no one can ever know. Officially you will be discharged from the force.”

I immediately accepted.

“I’ve got this,” I said, pulling myself out of my thoughts.

“Meet Sam at your place at seven. She’s go

“Got it. Gotta talk to Ace.”

Sam worked her magic. Looking in the mirror, I didn’t even recognize myself. My hair was now black as coal hanging long to my shoulders. It was go

Grabbing my shades and tucking my gun in my boots, I was as ready as I was go

Heading out, Z was in a beautiful Camaro parked at the curb. “Like it?” He smirked.

I whistled. “Hell yeah. How’d you swing this?”

“Co

“Dumbass.”

Pulling up to Schooner’s, the place looked busy, which was good for what I needed to do. We were just getting a sample this time, pictures of the transaction, audio from the wire I had on, but no arrests. I didn’t understand the fucking wire; it would be loud as shit in there. They wouldn’t be able to pick anything up.

Scoping out the place, I couldn’t see him. “I’m go

I sca

In the middle of the floor dancing were Sawyer, Kinsley, and Va

I wanted to rip that fucker off her and shove his balls down his throat. I needed to find Z; he needed to keep an eye on them so I could get this shit done. Walking up to Z, he had a beautiful brunette hanging on his every word. “Give us a minute, sweetheart.” I smiled.

“Sure handsome, you wa

“We’ll see.” Her smile showed the teeth of a veteran smoker—not my type at all.

“I’ll be back,” Z told her and followed.

“We got a situation. Sawyer, Kinsley, and Va

A tap on my shoulder caught my attention. “You looking for me,” asked the scrawny ass I’d been waiting for.

“Yeah, you got some?” I said, eyeing him.

“Not here.” Fuck. I began to turn away.

“I meant not here. Back.” His head nodded, motioning for me to follow him. The back hall was a lovely fucking office. It was dark, but I could still see him. God, I just wanted to punch his fucking lights out.

“Cost?” I asked dismissively.

“Twenty.” I thought for sure he sold this shit for much more than that. Fucker kept scratching his arm—looking around—nervous as all shit. You’d think if he was so damn nervous, he would’ve made sure to know to whom he was selling.

I folded up a twenty and motioned to shake his hand. When his hand left mine, I was holding a baggie. No sooner did I look up, he was gone. Shoving the baggie in my pocket, I strolled back to the bar. We could get the hell out of here now.