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And then the phone on his desk rang out, snapping him back to reality, reminding him that he’d already crossed the line with her.
“I better get this,” he said hoarsely.
She smiled at him. “Yes. Maybe you should. Thanks again.”
He nodded. Then finally let out a breath as he watched her walk out the office, answering the phone. He knew for certain she would soon have her way with a few of these horny mofos at Cr
oydon Hill. But he damn sure wouldn’t let it be himself.
“Sergeants’ office,” he breathed into the phone.
“You want third shift tonight?”
“Yeah, I’ll take it,” he stated. Then he hung up and groaned. There was no way he could finish out his shift with a raging hard-on.
He stood to his feet and headed for the bathroom, with one thing—and one thing only—on his mind.
Heaven.
SIXTEEN
The Thrill . . .
“Yo, what the fuck is you doing, you fucking porch monkey. I said take the motherfucking wall . . . you dumb-ass bitches only good for sucking dick and getting fucked. And you probably can’t even do that right.”
Heaven blinked.
“Who is that?” she asked her cellie as she rubbed her eyes, then sat up on her elbows. She reached under her bed for her watch and glanced at the time.
One a.m.
Was this motherfucker serious?
Sabina sucked her teeth. “Sergeant Struthers.”
“Mmph,” she grunted. She wasn’t familiar with him. “What’s his deal, calling females bitches and porch monkeys? And making all that fucking noise?”
“Psst. Please. Those are his pet names. Piss him off and see what he calls you then.”
Heaven felt herself reacting negatively to his so-called pet names. There wasn’t a damn thing endearing about his choice of names for those women—or any woman, for that matter.
“Why is he going off?”
“That pussy on the rag again . . .”
Oh.
“Flush that motherfucking toilet,” Heaven heard him yell, “and I’ma drag your ugly-ass, along with this baldhead ho, to the hole.”
Heaven grimaced. Not at the idea of someone going to lockup, but at the way he spoke to the two inmates. Regardless of what they’d done to get themselves locked up, they were still human beings. Calling them degrading names wasn’t cool. She didn’t like it. And she decided she didn’t like him, either. Not one damn bit.
But she’d learned quickly if it didn’t apply to her, to stay in her own lane, keep her mouth shut, and mind her own damn business. And she would.
Still . . .
“He’s probably pissed he couldn’t get someone over on Two East to suck him off tonight,” Sabina continued, “so now he’s over here looking for anyone he can send to lockup; ole stump-dick fuck.”
“So he works nights?”
