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My stomach lurches. I don’t like this guy.
“To have anal with everything else, it’ll be one fifty.”
“Oh girl, I can’t wait to get you back to my room. Come on; we can get in my car back here. I’ll drive us to the motel; it’s the one right around the corner.” He coughs that horrid cough again and hocks a big wad of spit onto the pavement. Then, he walks off with more pep in his step than he had before.
I start to walk behind him while reaching inside my purse. This is a signal to Sloane that I’m ready to arrest the guy. I follow the man to where his car is parked as I watch Sloane move in close to us. Just as the man reaches for the door of his vehicle to let me in, I produce my gun with the safety released.
“It’s always something with you women. What are you doing, lady?” he asks, his voice going high as a soprano note.
“You are under arrest for soliciting a prostitute. Anything you say or do can, and will, be used against you in a court of law. You have a right to speak to an attorney, and to have one represent—”
“I’m not going to jail. Who’s going to make me, you?” he asks
then lunges toward me.
“Put your hands up!” I yell, bringing my gun into full view. “Or, your brain matter will be an official part of the pavement. Give me one reason and the people of New York City will trample over your remains like you’ve been trampling over these women out here.”
“I can’t stand you damn whores! Always think you’re better than us men, just because we’re paying. Anyone I trampled deserved it.”
“Just like you deserve this trip to the jail,” Sloane says. He has sneaked the man and placed him in his grip from behind. “Now, you do what Agent Martin instructed you to do the easy way, or we can do this the hard way, which as you can see has already begun.”
The man starts coughing as Sloane holds his hands behind his back. He immediately stops resisting and agrees to be cuffed. But, just when he’s lowering his hands, he reaches behind his back into his waistband.
Sloane is screaming orders at him, and I have a split second to react. I shoot him in the kneecap, bringing him down to the ground. Sloane quickly cuffs him, and we get medics on the way. Later, he is turned in to the proper authorities in NYC.
I may have been off work for a while, but my return tonight has gotten at least one bad guy put behind bars. Now, on to the next one…
Chapter Nine
Blaze
Everything comes to a head on an unusually cold day in December. I have a hellish day at work. I lose two straight cases when they go to court, meaning all my work to prepare for them was for nothing. Then, I get absolutely reamed out by the Captain, for a whole variety of things, including both the court losses and giving up on the prostitution ring. My favorite lunch place gets my order wrong, and then when I go to leave for the day, my tire is flat. By the time I finally get home, feeling exhausted and fighting a burgeoning headache, all I want is Ari. It's not even that I want to have sex, either. I want to see Ari's smile up close, chocolate dimples sinking, beautiful, thick lips spreading into a glorious sight. I want to lay with my head in Ari's lap and listen to her tell me that tomorrow will be a better day. I want all of her. I take a single second to marvel at how well and truly fucked I am. Then, I pick up the phone, find her name, and hit dial. Ari answers after only a single ring.
"Hello?" her sweet voice purrs on the line.
Even the sound of her voice is comforting. It washes over me, bathing me in warmth. I close my eyes and take several breaths, letting myself finally relax.
"Blaze? Are you there?" Ari asks.
“Yes.” I glance over at the time. It's early in the evening when she is usually working, so it doesn't seem like an appropriate time to ask her to meet me. Still, I swallow my pride and say, "I need to see you." It comes out in a rush. "I'm sure you're busy, but I need to see you."
I start to tell her I will pay her for any time lost with her clients, but she answers, "I'll be there soon. I just need to wrap up at work."
That makes my stomach lurch—the constant reminder of Ari's work. If Ari is leaving a client early for me though, then I need to be happy about that. That’s the best I’m going to get with a woman in her profession. I knew what I signed up for before I fell for her. But still, it doesn’t stop the pangs of jealousy from biting at my manhood.
Less than thirty minutes later, there's a knock on the door. Ari is on the other side, hands tucked into the dense shell of her jacket.
"Fuck, Ari," I breathe out, blinking at the sight. There's snow dusting Ari's brown curls. She looks ethereal, otherworldly, with her honey brown skin contrasted against her glowing hazel eyes. "I can't believe you came this fast.”
“Why wouldn’t I?” she asks. “You said you needed to see me.”
I close the short distance between us, curling both hands around the back of Ari's neck and letting both thumbs brush Ari's jaw. Then, I kiss her until I can barely breathe anymore, feeling all of the tension melt out of my body.
This isn’t about shielding Ari from the law anymore. I’ll do horrible things for her—would break even more laws for her, besides the one she’s already made her peace with. It would scare me a little if I didn't see the same magnitude of feelings reflected in Ari's eyes when she steps away, catching her breath.
“I missed you,” I tell her.
Ari reaches up, laying a hand over one of mine resting on my neck. "My name is Yandy," she says quietly. "Yandy Martin."
