Resisting (Dirty Cops #1)

Chapter 10

CHAPTER 10

Ryker

T hat’s fucking it. I’m going in. I don’t give a shit if I’m breaking code, I’ll claim that the neighbors made a disturbance complaint and blame it on the damn music, which is nowhere near loud enough to be a problem, but I don’t fucking give a shit. I want my girl out of that place now.

I’ve been practically losing my mind all damn day. I need to see her, and I can’t wait a second longer. I would’ve snagged her at work, but my sanity is about to snap and I didn’t trust myself not to cause a scene and fuck her in front of the entire place, so I drove to her house and waited until she got home. But then a friend of hers showed up right as my girl arrived so I was forced to hold myself back again. I did a quick loop around the trailer park, checking things out, deciding then and there that I no longer want Rowan living in that run-down heap of junk, and when I was about to turn back onto her street again, I saw the girls driving out of the park. I followed them at a distance, and here we fucking are.

I walk right in through the front door, making a quick scan of the room to get a lock on my girl. When I spot her off to the side, rubbing up on some little dipshit, I almost lose my mind.

“Put your hands where I can see them!” I roar, my pulse pounding in my ears. My hands clutched at my sides, fighting not to reach for my gun. I don’t trust myself not to shoot the kid’s dick off.

Rowan turns and her eyes go as big as a doe caught in headlights. The kid steps around her, blocking her from my view and I clench my teeth so tight I may have cracked my molars.

“What’s the problem, Officer?”

“We got a noise complaint. But I’m not too concerned about that.” I dismiss my false claim and go to the true crime that’s being committed. “What I’m more concerned with is the fact that you’re serving alcohol to minors.” I look around the room at all the young kids with drinks in hand then pointedly stare at the keg sitting in the corner.

“Everyone drinking is legal.” He crosses his arms, looking me dead on; another little fucker who thinks he’s immune to the law.

“Really?” I narrow my eyes on the cocky little dipshit. “Because I know for a fact the girl behind you is eighteen.” I’m also pretty damn positive that the group of girls in the corner aren’t of age either. But the only one I’m concerned with right now is my girl.

Rowan steps around the kid. “I haven’t been drinking,” she states, glaring at me. “You can test me if you want. But I haven’t had a single drop of alcohol.”

Fuck me. The fire burning in her eyes is making my dick so hard I’m about to fire a round off in my pants. I step forward, step by slow measured step, removing the space between us. When I have her within reach, I clutch onto her silky red hair and tug her to me, smashing my mouth to hers.

I taste every inch of her sweet lips and tongue, and there isn’t a single hint of alcohol on her. There’s nothing but her sweet cherry and vanilla essence that is so perfectly Rowan.

Her hands clutch at my shirt and her mouth goes to war with mine. Both of us battling for dominance. Anger, lust, and primal need driving our tongues together. Her body struggles to get closer. Those sexy legs of hers trying to climb up my hips. I’m about to hoist her up and wrap her around my waist when she lets out a low moan, and that’s when my brain snaps back to reality. We’re in a room full of kids. I’m an officer of the fucking law. And under no circumstance will I let any of these little fuckers hear or see my girl come apart for me.

“I’m taking you home,” I state, but of course my girl likes to buck the system.

“I’m not leaving my friend.” She looks over at the girl who she arrived with. “We came together.”

I look toward her friend, pissed as hell she brought my beauty to this party, but then all of my anger gets redirected when I spot a familiar face standing by the wall.

“Thought you were locked up for selling drugs to young kids, Zigmond. Didn’t realize you’d been let out already.” Motherfucker was doing hard time for dealing to some sixth graders. One of the kids ended up in a coma and that’s how we found out who was responsible for the crime. So why the hell is he at this party? He’s supposed to be getting the shit kicked out of him behind bars.

“Got out on good behavior,” he says with a smug grin. Goddammit! If I wasn’t a law-abiding officer, I’d kick the fucking daylights out of him and pray that he didn’t live through his beating. If there’s one thing I have no tolerance for it’s drug-dealing scum. And it wasn’t like it was this kid’s first offense either. Shithead has been in and out of the system since he was thirteen.

I swear. As soon as I find out who he bribed to get himself out of the slammer, I’m going to make the dirty fucker pay tenfold. All the dirty bastards I’m working along the side of will be going down.

“Yeah, well, don’t get too comfortable, Zigmond. I’ve got no tolerance for dealers. Let alone ones who try to harm kids. And I promise that your time will come. I’m watching you.” Like a fucking hawk.

“Party is over,” I hone my warning glare right on my girl. “So you and your friend are coming with me.” I glance toward the dipshit who’s lucky to still have a dick between his legs. “Better clear this place out or I’m going to have to make an arrest.”

Rowan’s eyes narrow to angry slits. There’s defiance dancing in all of her gorgeous features. She turns toward her friend. “You ready to go, Myr?” Her friend gives a nod, and then my girl stalks right past me and out the front door. I give the dipshit kid hosting this party one last warning glare, then turn and march after my stubborn girl. She’s not going anywhere. Her ass is mine.

“Can you unlock it, Myr?” She stomps right over to her friend’s car.

“Don’t,” I state. “Or her stubborn ass will be in trouble.” Her friend wavers nervously, swallowing hard. She doesn’t know what to do. Her loyalty lies with Rowan, but I’m also a police officer. If she’s smart, she’ll follow my orders. For the first time in my career, I’m not above bending the law to work in my favor.

“Rowan, you and I need to have a chat. We’ll see that your friend gets home safe and then I’ll take you back.” And when I say back, I mean back to my house. There’s no way I’m taking her back to that trailer.

“I’m sorry, Officer,” Rowan smarts in her sassy tone. “If you want me to go with you, you’re going to have to arrest me. Because I’m not going anywhere with the man who’s fucking my mom. Sorry, but you’re not my daddy. ”

That is fucking it. It’s time to get a few things straight once and for fucking all.

I stalk straight over to where she’s standing, taking my cuffs out from my back pocket. “Fine.” I reach for her arm, snapping the link around her wrist, then tugging the other one back. “Have it your way.”

“She didn’t do anything, Officer.” Her friend comes rushing over to Rowan’s side. “Please don’t arrest her. She’s just upset and nervous.”

Rowan turns toward the girl, and there isn’t a single hint of nervousness shining in her eyes, just pure, maddening defiance. And damn is it a turn-on. “I’m not nervous, Myr,” she says, clenching her jaw. “I’m pissed. But only because daddy dearest thinks he can call the shots.”

She flicks those stubborn eyes in my direction then softens them when her attention returns to her friend. “Just text me when you get home so I know you’re safe. I’ll be fine.” She leans in to give her friend a hug, whispering loud enough for me to hear. “He’s not going to hurt me. But what he wants, he can’t have.”

She’s fucking wrong about that. Rowan is going to be mine and I’m going to be having ALL of her.

I snap the other cuff around her wrist then tuck her right into the back of my cruiser. “We’re going to make sure you get home safe,” I tell her friend who is still looking unsure of what to do. Rowan’s right, I’m not going to hurt her. But that fine peach of hers is going to be feeling the wrath of my palm.

I climb into my vehicle and give my girl a different kind of warning glare in the rearview mirror. As soon as we see her friend home, I’ll be teaching Rowan a lesson. And after I’m done, she’ll never even look at another boy again. She’ll only have eyes for one man. Her daddy.