Relenting (Dirty Cops #2)

Chapter 17

CHAPTER 17

Bentley

I look at the shiny diamond again, feeling like a giddy schoolboy. Damn, I can’t wait to get this on my girl’s finger. It’s even prettier than in the picture. I think she’s going to love it. It screams Rox. Old-fashioned, blingy, unique—and it won’t be missed by any guy she comes in contact with. Now, I just need to figure out the perfect way to propose.

I sit down in front of my computer, closing out the case I’m working on and pulling up the internet. Thankfully, the station is quiet today, allowing me to search for proposal ideas. Some of them are fucking stupid. Why the hell would I put this beautiful ring in her dessert? She could choke on it, not to mention that it won’t be dazzling when she sees it because it would be covered in chocolate pie.

My phone dings with a text and I smile, knowing my girl misses me.

Monk: Just sent everything you asked for. You don’t owe me on this one. But I’ll be calling in that favor soon.

Me: Thanks, man. Like I said, you just let me know what you need.

I pull up his email, and pages of text messages are attached. I open the first one. Reading the first message on the page.

Derek: I miss that tight little pussy, sis. Send me a pic of you fingering yourself.

What the hell? I read it again, making sure I didn’t mix up my words. But it says exactly what I think it does.

Roxy: No. If you miss me so much, then why don’t you make time for me?

My jaw locks and my stomach tightens with rage as I continue to read down the page.

Derek: It’s not that easy. Work is never ending. Please, sis. I need you to help me take my mind off of all the stress.

Roxy : You need a break, Derek. Promise me you’ll make time for yourself.

My hand slams down on my desk when I see the naked picture of my girl with her fingers tucked inside her wet little cunt.

I don’t understand what the fuck’s going on. Why the fuck is he asking for naked pictures of his stepsister? And why the fuck is she giving them to him?

Derek: You have the prettiest pussy. Now show me your sexy tits.

Another picture of my girl appears on the screen. And I nearly pop a vein.

Derek: I can’t do this over the phone. Can you meet in an hour?

Roxy: Yes.

Derek: I’ll pick you up. Can’t wait to see you.

Roxy: Me too.

I’m about to blow a fucking gasket. That arrogant little dipshit was fucking my girl. And based on the dates on these texts, it was going on for years. In all the times she shared her past, she failed to mention she was sleeping with her stepbrother. Now I know why he needed to meet with her in the middle of the fucking night. He needed a pussy fix.

I scroll through to another page.

Derek: Keep thinking of that mouth of yours. Need my pretty sister’s lips wrapped around my cock.

Roxy: Is that so? Then why did I see you in the media with that girl?

Derek: Your dad forced me to take her out for publicity. She’s the daughter of some company he’s trying to do a merger with. Sis, you have nothing to worry about. I love you. You’re the one I want. Please, Rox. Meet me tonight.

Roxy: Okay. What time?

I scroll to the next page.

Derek: You’re all I can think about, sis. I want you on my lap riding your big brother’s dick.

There’s a picture of his puny-ass dick attached, and I swear I’m going to blow the thing off.

Roxy: Why don’t you ask that girl you were with to ride your cock? It looked like you two were nice and cozy.

The fucker was stringing my girl along while he was off fucking around. And let me guess he has another lame excuse for her.

Derek: She means nothing to me. She’s the daughter of the charity we’re working with. It’s all for the pics. You should know that by now.

Please. He was doing a lot more than just posing for pictures. Fuck. I want to kill the bastard. My girl was looking for love from her family any way she could find it. She probably fell for every single line and promise he made to her, and all he did was use her.

I’m curious as to what the fuck he wanted last night, because he was sure blowing up her phone. I scroll to the latest text stream, feeling my blood boil as I read his messages.

Derek : Need to see you, sis. It’s been too long.

Derek: I’m sorry, baby. Things have been busy. Work’s been crazy. But I think about you every day. Miss you so much. Please don’t be mad at me.

Roxy: I’m done, Derek. Please don’t call or text me again.

Derek: Don’t be like that, Rox. I’m in love with you. What we have is special. You’re it for me, sis. The perfect girl. Just give me another chance. I promise I’ll be available more. I promise I’m going to make you the priority. And soon, I’m going to make you my wife.

Roxy: If you were in love with me, you would’ve treated me better, Derek. If this is how you think you’re supposed to treat someone special, then I feel sorry for your future wife.

Derek: Really? You’re going to walk away from this dick.

Another picture of his lame little cock comes in and this time I want to laugh. He actually thinks he can entice her with that puny thing. Pathetic. She’s got a real cock in her life now. One that can fill her proper.

Roxy: I’m walking away from the dick attached to the dick.

That’s my girl.

Derek: You’re not walking away.

Derek: Rox, talk to me.

Derek: I need you. Don’t do this.

Derek: Please just meet with me. We can’t end things like this. I love you, sis.

Derek: Meet me tomorrow. I’ll meet you anywhere. Anytime. You just name the place.

Motherfucker can’t take a hint. She ignored five of his messages. What the fuck is wrong with him?

Roxy: Okay. Meet me outside the coffee shop at noon.

The fuck? She agreed to meet with him? I look at the clock and see that it’s a quarter to twelve. I grab my phone and keys and am out of my seat, rushing out to my cruiser, putting on my lights like I’m racing to a crime scene. Once I’m done with the fucker, it very well may be. He’s not going to try to steal my girl and get away with it. And why the fuck did she agree to meet with him? She told me she loved me. I know what we have is real. God, I can’t drive fast enough. My heart is speeding faster than my car. My head is spinning like the lights on the top of the cruiser. She’s mine. I can’t fucking lose her. I won’t.