Relenting (Dirty Cops #2)

Chapter 3

CHAPTER 3

Roxy

O h my God. Could this night get any worse? He guides me into the back of his cruiser and shuts the door. I take a deep breath and slump against the seat, trying to wrap my head around the mess I’ve gotten myself into. I am not a whore, but the words definitely fell from my mouth, didn’t they? He just caught me in a bad moment is all. His comment striking my last nerve, but now, he refuses to listen. Now, he thinks I’m just trying to get myself out of trouble. And after the way I just behaved, nearly begging him to fuck me against the side of his car, I just proved what a hussy I am. God, what is wrong with me?

I’d like to blame it on the remnants of my body’s leftover need, the ache that never got satisfied thanks to my selfish prick of a stepbrother, but I can’t. That heat had long frozen over. Turned to ice by the wad of cash that was burning a hole in the side of my hip. My payoff for a blow job well done, which is now tucked inside the officer’s pocket. More evidence proving his stupid case against me.

I was about to tell him it was a gift from my brother, but the last thing I need is for him to go pulling Derek into my mess. This cop is liable to call my stepbrother to verify my story, and Derek will definitely think I’m trash then. Getting arrested and thrown into jail will only bring more shame to the Boden name. Not that I should care anymore, but deep down, I still hate being the black sheep of the family—the disappointment my father had the unlucky privilege of having to call a daughter. I definitely don’t want to give them more ammunition against me.

He settles his huge frame into the driver’s seat, turning his attention to his computer as he begins typing something in. Probably filling out my citation for the crime I didn’t commit. I watch as he types away, staring at the side of his face, still trying to deny how good-looking he is. He’s a pillar of strength and power with corded arms, a prominent jaw, and the most mesmerizing eyes I’ve ever seen. Not to mention that mouth… Talk about dangerous. No one’s ever spoken to me the way he just did. I would’ve let him have his way with me and I don’t even know him.

“What’s your name?” His deep voice rumbles from the front, the demanding edge in his tone cutting my nerves down to size. I’m not sure what it is about this man, but he weakens my defenses. I need to gather myself and get myself under wraps, or else, I’m liable to try to bribe my way into his favor. Turn myself into a real whore for this very dirty cop.

“I’m not answering any of your questions without an attorney present,” I state, although I won’t be calling an attorney. I’m going to be calling Shiv. He and the Prez will be able to get me out of this mess. I’ve been told the Savage Knights have some cops in their pockets, and hopefully they’ll be able to get me freed tonight.

“You don’t get an attorney until I get a name.”

He pulls out onto the highway and my head turns toward the window. If he wants to play hardball, fine. It’s my favorite game. And he’s about to see that I meant what I said. I don’t break easily.