“You’re not your father.”
“I know. But what if, some of those genes-”
“And what if I turn into a raging alcoholic serial cheater like my mom?”
“You’d never, you’re too loyal,” I reply, rolling my eyes at him.
“Just like you’d never take your anger out on a woman or child. We’re better men than the people who raised us. And out there, somewhere is the woman who is perfect for the both of us.” Fox says with all the confidence in the world. “What I can tell you is that we won’t find her at the Rose Grove PD. That place is a shit hole.” Fox slams his hand on the shower mixer, shutting off the water and leaving me with shampoo still in my hair.
“You’ll pay for that!”
“Yeah, yeah, just get your ass into gear. I’m not getting some shit duty because you were fucking around.”
I laugh as he huffs out the door, knowing that chances are highly likely Moss will give us some shit duty anyway. But hey, I’ll let Fox believe what he wants. I don’t care what duty we get. If it means more time with my best friend and my man? I’m in.
Chapter 2
Fox
My phone vibrates in my pants pocket, and I ignore it for the meantime while I watch Nitro read the riot act to some punks on skateboards. That’s how I know I’m old. Youths piss me off. If I’m honest, they’re way better behaved than I was at the same age, but that doesn’t matter. They were fucking around somewhere they shouldnt have been, and now my hot as fuck boyfriend gets to stand there looking all sexy with his badge and gun. His inky black hair catches the light and his golden tan almost fucking glistens under the street lights. He’s the only person I know who can pull off Deputy khaki. Well, other than me of course.
My phone vibrates again and I let out a sigh, leaning to the side to slide it out of my pocket. I get Moss needs help flushing out all the corruption in the department, but do we have to do this street beat shit whilst doing it? I swear if he’s on our asses to get back there for more bullshit jobs I may just have to quit.
Waking up the screen I hit the call button as soon as I see the message.
“Yo!”
“Chewy, what’s going on?”
“Did you read the messages?” she asks, suspicion lacing her voice.
“Yes?”
“Ugh. How am I meant to work at my peak when no one reads my breakdowns?”
I decide to appeal to her science brain and recite the shit my mom used to say every time my dad would get in my face about my grades and learning. “But Chewy, I’m not good at linguistic learning. I need you to tell me to help it go in.”
She’s silent over the line and I try hard not to giggle. “Fine. Travis Hitchens’ wife and kid just turned up at the emergency room. Judging by the injuries reported they’ve either been in a car accident or -”
“Or he fucking messed with them before he turned up to shift tonight.” I run a hand down my face. “Lemme guess, the FBI busted the trade?”
“Two hours ago,”
“Wait, I thought the trade was happening tonight?”
“Fox, it’s 9pm now. Two hours ago was most definitely ‘tonight’. He started his shift at 8pm-”
“So he had a full hour to get his anger out before his shift started,” I answer, my gut dropping.
“Yup. So, we need you to get there before any of his buddies do and scare the shit outta her to keep her quiet.”
“Did Switch call you?” I ask, brows pinched.
“I have more ways than Switch to keep me up to date and I’ll never tell you what they are.” She tries to laugh mysteriously but it comes across as a creepy cackle instead before she hangs up without saying goodbye.
Shaking my head I put my phone back in my pocket and flick the lights once, gaining Nitro’s attention, his dark gaze meeting mine through the windshield. I raise my hand, and circle it, letting him know we gotta get outta here. He nods, flips hisnotepad shut and says something to the kids before striding back to the driver’s side, yanking the door open.
“Please tell me we weren’t nearly as fucking dumb as they are, Jesus Christ!” he growls as I laugh at him. “Where to?”
