Beneath the Badge: Love Against the Law
Chapter 1
The bar was alive with noise—low chatter, clinking glasses, and the steady thump of music vibrating through the floor. I leaned back in my chair, my whiskey on the rocks sweating in my hand, watching my boy Nino do what he did best: flirt with the wrong girl.
He leaned in close to her, whispering something that had her giggling and twirling her hair. Typical Nino—reckless, cocky, and always pushing his luck. I shook my head, smirking to myself. He never learned.
Rico and Tony were across the table, laughing about something dumb, probably cracking on the bartender’s tight shirt. Me? I wasn’t paying them much attention. My eyes were on the girl. Or rather, the guy who’d just come out of the bathroom.
I spotted him right away—a massive dude, easily 6’5” and built like a damn truck. The kind of guy you don’t miss, even in a crowded room. His black t-shirt stretched tight over his chest, and his heavy boots thudded against the floor as he walked.
The moment he saw Nino talking to his girl, his face twisted into a mask of anger. His eyes locked on Nino like a predator spotting its prey.
“Shit,” I muttered, setting my glass down on the table.
The guy didn’t waste any time. He stopped in the middle of the bar, his voice booming loud enough to cut through the music.
“Hey, fuck boy! Are you trying to talk to my girl?”
The whole bar went quiet, heads turning toward the commotion. I could feel the shift in the air, the tension crackling like static electricity. I glanced at Nino, who was still grinning like the cocky idiot he was.
The dude started walking toward him, fists clenched, looking like a bull ready to charge. He was all rage, all muscle, and all tunnel vision. He didn’t even notice me, Rico, or Tony sitting there. He thought Nino was alone.
Big mistake.
Nino, of course, didn’t back down. He turned to face the guy, still grinning, and shouted, “Man, your bitch should’ve said she had a boyfriend! That’s on her, not me. So why don’t you take your punk-ass attitude and go yell at her instead of me?”
I couldn’t help but let out a low chuckle, shaking my head. That was Nino for you—always doubling down, even when he was outmatched.
The guy’s face turned red, his nostrils flaring as he closed the distance between them. He looked ready to swing, and I could already see how this would play out.
I glanced at Rico and Tony, who were already on alert. We weren’t about to let Nino get his ass kicked, no matter how dumb he was acting.
Still seated, I called out, my voice calm but firm. “Yo, big guy. Relax. No need to turn this into something it doesn’t have to be.”
He didn’t even look at me. His focus was locked on Nino, and his voice came out low and dangerous. “Stay outta this, man. This ain’t got nothing to do with you.”
I sighed, pushing my chair back and standing up. At 6’4”, I wasn’t as big as the guy, but I wasn’t small either. I moved slowly, deliberately, making sure he saw me.
“See, that’s where you’re wrong,” I said, stepping between him and Nino. “Nino’s my boy, so if you’ve got a problem with him, you’ve got a problem with all of us.”
Rico and Tony stood up, too, flanking me on either side. The three of us made a pretty intimidating wall, and for a second, I thought the guy might back down.
But then Nino, being Nino, had to open his mouth.
“Yeah, that’s right!” he shouted from behind me. “You think I’m scared of you? Man, please. You’re lucky I even wasted my time talking to your girl. She ain’t even all that!”
I groaned, rubbing the bridge of my nose. “Nino shut the hell up,” I muttered under my breath.
The guy’s rage flared again, his fists clenching tighter. He took a step forward, and I stepped in, my hand coming up to stop him.
“Easy,” I said, my voice low and steady. “You don’t wanna do this.”
He glared at me, his chest heaving, but he didn’t move. I could feel the tension radiating off him like a coiled spring about to snap.
“Look,” I continued, keeping my tone calm. “I get it—you’re pissed. But starting a fight in here? That’s not the move. You’re just gonna end up getting yourself kicked out or worse. So why don’t you take your girl and walk away?”
For a moment, it looked like he might actually listen. His shoulders relaxed just a little, and I thought maybe—just maybe—we’d defused the situation.
But then Nino, the loudmouth idiot, had to go and ruin it.
“Yeah, walk away, you big-ass baby,” he sneered. “Go cry to your girl about how some other dude had her giggling like a schoolgirl.”
The guy roared, yanking his arm free from my grip. And just like that, all hell broke loose.
The man swiftly grabbed Nino by the throat and lifted him off the ground. Tony and Rico were hitting the guy, trying to get him to let Nino go, but it wasn't working. I rushed to grab a beer bottle from the bar and swung it at the back of his head.
Blood sprayed everywhere as the shattered bottle connected with the guy's skull. He released Nino with a grunt, stumbling backward. Nino crashed to the floor, gasping for air, his hands clawing at his throat.
Tony and Rico immediately pounced on the assailant, tackling him to the ground. They were a flurry of punches and kicks, trying to subdue him before cops arrived.
I rushed over to Nino, dropping to my knees beside him. "Nino, you okay, bro?" I asked, my heart pounding in my chest. He nodded weakly, still coughing and wheezing. I helped him sit up, hand on his back to steady him. His face was red, his chest heaving as he sucked in deep breaths.
“Man, I’m fine,” Nino rasped, his voice hoarse but still carrying that same cocky edge. “Told you I wasn’t scared of that dude.”
I shook my head, half in disbelief, half in frustration. “Yeah, well, you almost got your damn neck snapped, so maybe next time, keep your mouth shut.”
Across the room, Tony and Rico were still on the guy, pinning him to the sticky bar floor. He was strong, thrashing beneath them like a wild animal, but the two of them together were holding him down. Blood trickled from the back of his head where the bottle had connected, mixing with the sweat on his face.
The bartender was already on the phone, shouting something about calling the cops. The other patrons had backed away, forming a loose circle around the chaos. Some were filming on their phones, others just staring wide-eyed like they couldn’t believe what they were seeing.
“Tony, Rico,” I called out, standing up. “That’s enough. Let him go before we all end up in cuffs.”
Tony looked up at me, his fist cocked back, ready to throw another punch. “You sure, bro? This asshole deserves a few more.”
“I’m sure,” I said firmly, meeting his gaze. “Let him go.”
Reluctantly, Tony and Rico stepped back, breathing hard. The guy rolled onto his side, groaning, his massive frame sagging like the fight had been knocked out of him. He glared up at me, bloodshot eyes filled with rage, but he didn’t make a move to get up.
I crouched down next to him, keeping my tone low and steady. “You done, or do we have to finish this?”
He didn’t answer; he just spat on the floor and muttered something under his breath. I took that as a yes.
Standing up, I turned back to Nino, who was now on his feet, still rubbing his throat. “You good to walk?” I asked.
“Yeah, I’m good,” he said, though his voice was still rough. He shot a glare at the guy on the floor. “Punk-ass bitch thought he could take me.”
I rolled my eyes. “Nino, shut up before you start something else.”
The sound of sirens cut through the air, growing louder as they approached the bar. The bartender hung up the phone, glaring at us like we were the scum of the earth.
“You boys better get the hell out of here,” she snapped, pointing toward the door. “Cops’ll be here any second.”
Without another word, I grabbed Nino by the arm and started dragging him toward the exit. Tony and Rico followed close behind, still glancing over their shoulders to make sure the guy wasn’t getting back up.
We didn’t leave in time. Before we could make it out the door, the police arrived. The sergeant entered first, his presence commanding as he filled the doorway. He was about my height—6’2”—but his broad shoulders and powerful frame made him seem larger than life. His golden-blond hair was slicked back neatly, and his piercing steel-blue eyes swept the room with authority. The way he carried himself left no doubt: this was a man who didn’t take shit from anyone.
“What the hell is going on here?” he barked, his deep voice cutting through the tense silence in the bar.
I stepped forward, trying to explain. “Officer, look, it wasn’t what it seemed. That guy—” I pointed to the massive man still groaning on the floor, blood dripping from his head. “—he had my friend by the throat. I had to hit him with a bottle to get him to let go.”
The sergeant’s eyes locked on me, cold and unrelenting. “You hit him in the head with a bottle?” he repeated, his tone dripping with disdain. “Are you stupid? You think that’s how you handle things?” He turned to the officers behind him. “Arrest all these idiots.”
The room erupted into chaos as the officers moved in, handcuffing Tony, Rico, and Nino. I stood frozen for a moment, my mind racing. One of the younger officers hesitated as he approached me, glancing at the sergeant. “Hey, Logan, do you have him?”
The sergeant—Logan, apparently—nodded, his eyes narrowing on me. “Yeah, I’ve got this dumbass.”
Logan stepped toward me, pulling out his handcuffs. Instinct took over. I wasn’t about to get dragged into the system without a fight. I spun away as he reached for me and bolted for the door.
“God damn it!” Logan shouted, his heavy boots pounding against the floor as he gave chase.
I hit the pavement running, weaving through the crowded streets with my heart hammering in my chest. I could hear him behind me, his voice barking orders to stop, but I had the advantage of speed. For a moment, I thought I’d lost him. But as I turned down a dark alley, my foot slipped on a patch of wet concrete, and I went down hard.
Before I could scramble back to my feet, Logan was on me. He tackled me to the ground, pinning me on my stomach with his full weight. “Stay the fuck down!” he growled, his voice low and furious.
I struggled beneath him, trying to twist free, but he was too strong. His knee pressed into my back, keeping me firmly in place. “You’re making this worse for yourself,” he muttered, his breath hot against my ear. “Calm the hell down.”
“Get off me!” I shouted, my voice muffled against the cold, gritty pavement.
Officer Logan removed his knee from my back and shifted all his weight onto me. He leaned in closer, his tone dropping to an almost menacing whisper. “You think you’re tough, huh? Keep pushing, and I’ll make sure you regret it.”
The gravelly pavement dug into my cheek, the rough surface scraping against my skin. I lifted my face up off the pavement, twisted in anger. "Fuck you, pig," I spat.
"Boy, you better calm the fuck down," Logan growled, his heated breath brushing against the back of my neck. "Shut the fuck up before I shut you up permanently."
But despite his threatening words, I couldn't ignore the rigid bulge suddenly prodding insistently against my ass. It was huge, thick, and throbbing. A part of me recoiled at the sensation.
"Oh damn, it feels like something's getting excited down there, Mr. Officer," I teased, my voice shaky but defiant. "So, is this how you really feel?"
Officer Logan's grip on my wrists tightened as he yanked me to my feet, the cuffs biting into my skin. His face was a storm cloud of anger. The fluorescent glow of the streetlights barely reached the alley, leaving us in shadows, but his piercing eyes burned through the darkness, locking onto mine with a ferocity that made my breath hitch.
“Shut the fuck up, boy,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. “You don’t feel shit. Now get your ass up!”
I couldn’t help it—I laughed, the sound echoing off the brick walls around us. “Oh, bullshit,” I said, my voice dripping with mockery. “I felt something, and it was pretty damn big. You sure you’re not the one playing games, Officer?”
His eyes flashed with a mix of rage and lust as I lifted my knee, grinding it against the rigid bulge straining against his pants. His body tensed instantly, like a live wire snapping under pressure. His breath hitched, and his mask slipped for a fraction of a second. My words hung in the air, heavy with seductive intent.
"I think you're falling for me, Officer Logan," I purred, my gaze never leaving his. The heat in his stare told me I'd struck a nerve.
His jaw clenched, his fingers tightening around my arm as if to remind me who was in charge. But his eyes—those damn eyes—betrayed him. They flickered with something dangerous, something he was fighting to keep buried.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” he growled, but there was a crack in his armor now, a hesitation that hadn’t been there before.
I tilted my head, a smirk tugging at the corner of my mouth. “Don’t I?”
For a moment, he didn’t respond, his gaze locked on mine as if trying to figure me out, trying to regain control of a situation that was quickly slipping through his fingers. His breathing was heavier now, his chest rising and falling as he fought to keep his composure.
"You're playing with fire, boy," he warned. But even as he spoke, his hips jerked forward, his cock throbbing urgently against my knee. The fabric of his uniform strained to contain him; the outline of his erection is undeniable now.
But then the sound of footsteps echoed down the alley, breaking whatever spell had been cast between us. Logan’s head snapped up, and his body stiffened as another officer rounded the corner.
“Sarge?” the officer called out, his voice cutting through the tension like a knife. “Everything okay? Oh, you caught him. Need a hand?”
Logan straightened, his grip on me firm but controlled now, his expression once again unreadable. “It’s fine,” he said sharply, not looking at me. “I just don't appreciate this motherfucker making me run.”
The other officer nodded, glancing at me briefly before stepping back. “Alright, I’ll leave you to it.”
As the footsteps faded, Logan turned back to me, his eyes hard but his voice quieter now, more controlled. “You’re done talking,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.
We made our way to his cruiser, and I figured my friends had already been taken to jail since I couldn’t see them anywhere. “Get in the car,” he ordered, not waiting for me to respond as he pulled me toward the cruiser with a firm yet gentle grip.
“Damn, you’re so aggressive,” I teased with a playful smile. He opened the door and guided me inside, then leaned in close, his voice dropping to a low whisper meant only for me.
“You better keep your damn mouth shut,” he said, his tone cold, but his eyes revealed a flicker of something he couldn’t quite hide. “Or you’ll regret it.”
The cruiser hummed softly as Officer Logan started the engine, his knuckles white against the steering wheel. The tension in the air was thick, almost suffocating, and I couldn’t help but smirk as I leaned back in the seat, watching him in the rearview mirror. He was trying so hard to act unaffected.
“You’re real quiet now, Officer,” I said, my voice low and teasing. “What happened to all that big talk back there?”
He didn’t respond, his eyes fixed on the road as he pulled out onto the street. But the way his grip tightened even further on the wheel told me I’d struck a nerve.
I shifted in my seat, letting my body relax as I stretched out my legs. “You know,” I continued, my tone casual but laced with mischief, “you’re kinda cute when you’re mad. All that authority, that stern look... I get it now. Bet you have people falling all over themselves to please you.”
“Shut up,” he snapped, his voice sharp and cutting. But there was a crack in his tone, a slight waver that made me grin.
“Come on, Officer Logan,” I said, leaning forward slightly, my eyes locked on his profile. “You can’t tell me you don’t feel it. That little fire between us. It’s okay, bro. I’m not gonna tell anyone.”
His jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing as he finally glanced at me, just for a second. “There’s nothing between us,” he said firmly, but his voice lacked the conviction he was clearly aiming for.
I laughed, the sound soft and low. “Keep telling yourself that, Officer. But your body says otherwise.”
That did it. He slammed on the brakes, the cruiser jerking to a sudden stop in the middle of the empty street. The seatbelt bit into my chest as I was thrown forward slightly, and before I could recover, he turned to me, his eyes blazing with anger and something he was trying desperately to suppress.
“You really think this is a game?” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. “You think you can sit there and run your fucking mouth, and I’m just gonna take it?”
I tilted my head, meeting his glare with a calm, defiant smile. “I think you like it,” I said simply.
For a moment, he just stared at me, his chest heaving as he struggled to keep his composure. The silence stretched between us, heavy and charged, until finally, he let out a sharp breath and turned back to the wheel.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” he muttered, his voice quieter now, almost resigned.
I leaned back again, satisfied. “Sure, Logan. Whatever you say.”
The rest of the drive was silent, the tension between us simmering just beneath the surface. I could see his hunched shoulders and his fingers drumming against the wheel as if he were trying to distract himself.
He drove me to this unfamiliar location, far from the city lights and the hum of traffic. The road had turned into gravel, and now there was nothing around us but trees and the faint glow of the moon cutting through the darkness. My heart raced as the car suddenly stopped, the tires crunching against the uneven ground.
Logan stepped out of the cruiser, slamming the door with a force that made me jump. I tried to keep my cool, but the tension in the air was suffocating. He yanked my door open, his eyes blazing as he reached in and grabbed me by the arm.
“Get out,” he growled, his voice intense and menacing.
I hesitated for a moment, my mind racing as I tried to figure out what the hell was going on. Before I could say anything, he snatched me out of the car with a strength that left no room for resistance.
“Officer Logan, what the fuck—” I started, but he cut me off, shoving me back against the car.
The cold metal pressed against my back as he loomed over me, his broad shoulders blocking the moonlight. His hands gripped my shoulders, holding me in place as his eyes burned into mine.
“Officer Logan, what are you doing?” I asked, my voice shaky despite my best efforts to sound confident.
He didn’t answer right away. Instead, his hand shot up, gripping my jaw with a force that made my breath hitch. His fingers dug into my skin, tilting my head up so I had no choice but to meet his gaze.
“Oh, don’t get scared now, motherfucker,” he snarled, his voice dripping with venom. “Where’s all that mouth you had back there? Huh?”
I swallowed hard, my pulse pounding in my ears. For the first time, I felt a flicker of fear. This wasn’t the controlled, composed Officer Logan I’d been poking at all night. This was something raw, something dangerous.
“I—” I started, but the words caught in my throat as his grip tightened.
“You think you can run your mouth and not face the consequences?” he continued, his voice was horrifying. “You think you can play games with me?”
Chapter 1
The bar was alive with noise—low chatter, clinking glasses, and the steady thump of music vibrating through the floor. I leaned back in my chair, my whiskey on the rocks sweating in my hand, watching my boy Nino do what he did best: flirt with the wrong girl.
He leaned in close to her, whispering something that had her giggling and twirling her hair. Typical Nino—reckless, cocky, and always pushing his luck. I shook my head, smirking to myself. He never learned.
Rico and Tony were across the table, laughing about something dumb, probably cracking on the bartender’s tight shirt. Me? I wasn’t paying them much attention. My eyes were on the girl. Or rather, the guy who’d just come out of the bathroom.
I spotted him right away—a massive dude, easily 6’5” and built like a damn truck. The kind of guy you don’t miss, even in a crowded room. His black t-shirt stretched tight over his chest, and his heavy boots thudded against the floor as he walked.
The moment he saw Nino talking to his girl, his face twisted into a mask of anger. His eyes locked on Nino like a predator spotting its prey.
“Shit,” I muttered, setting my glass down on the table.
The guy didn’t waste any time. He stopped in the middle of the bar, his voice booming loud enough to cut through the music.
“Hey, fuck boy! Are you trying to talk to my girl?”
The whole bar went quiet, heads turning toward the commotion. I could feel the shift in the air, the tension crackling like static electricity. I glanced at Nino, who was still grinning like the cocky idiot he was.
The dude started walking toward him, fists clenched, looking like a bull ready to charge. He was all rage, all muscle, and all tunnel vision. He didn’t even notice me, Rico, or Tony sitting there. He thought Nino was alone.
Big mistake.
Nino, of course, didn’t back down. He turned to face the guy, still grinning, and shouted, “Man, your bitch should’ve said she had a boyfriend! That’s on her, not me. So why don’t you take your punk-ass attitude and go yell at her instead of me?”
I couldn’t help but let out a low chuckle, shaking my head. That was Nino for you—always doubling down, even when he was outmatched.
The guy’s face turned red, his nostrils flaring as he closed the distance between them. He looked ready to swing, and I could already see how this would play out.
I glanced at Rico and Tony, who were already on alert. We weren’t about to let Nino get his ass kicked, no matter how dumb he was acting.
Still seated, I called out, my voice calm but firm. “Yo, big guy. Relax. No need to turn this into something it doesn’t have to be.”
He didn’t even look at me. His focus was locked on Nino, and his voice came out low and dangerous. “Stay outta this, man. This ain’t got nothing to do with you.”
I sighed, pushing my chair back and standing up. At 6’4”, I wasn’t as big as the guy, but I wasn’t small either. I moved slowly, deliberately, making sure he saw me.
“See, that’s where you’re wrong,” I said, stepping between him and Nino. “Nino’s my boy, so if you’ve got a problem with him, you’ve got a problem with all of us.”
Rico and Tony stood up, too, flanking me on either side. The three of us made a pretty intimidating wall, and for a second, I thought the guy might back down.
But then Nino, being Nino, had to open his mouth.
“Yeah, that’s right!” he shouted from behind me. “You think I’m scared of you? Man, please. You’re lucky I even wasted my time talking to your girl. She ain’t even all that!”
I groaned, rubbing the bridge of my nose. “Nino shut the hell up,” I muttered under my breath.
The guy’s rage flared again, his fists clenching tighter. He took a step forward, and I stepped in, my hand coming up to stop him.
“Easy,” I said, my voice low and steady. “You don’t wanna do this.”
He glared at me, his chest heaving, but he didn’t move. I could feel the tension radiating off him like a coiled spring about to snap.
“Look,” I continued, keeping my tone calm. “I get it—you’re pissed. But starting a fight in here? That’s not the move. You’re just gonna end up getting yourself kicked out or worse. So why don’t you take your girl and walk away?”
For a moment, it looked like he might actually listen. His shoulders relaxed just a little, and I thought maybe—just maybe—we’d defused the situation.
But then Nino, the loudmouth idiot, had to go and ruin it.
“Yeah, walk away, you big-ass baby,” he sneered. “Go cry to your girl about how some other dude had her giggling like a schoolgirl.”
The guy roared, yanking his arm free from my grip. And just like that, all hell broke loose.
The man swiftly grabbed Nino by the throat and lifted him off the ground. Tony and Rico were hitting the guy, trying to get him to let Nino go, but it wasn't working. I rushed to grab a beer bottle from the bar and swung it at the back of his head.
Blood sprayed everywhere as the shattered bottle connected with the guy's skull. He released Nino with a grunt, stumbling backward. Nino crashed to the floor, gasping for air, his hands clawing at his throat.
Tony and Rico immediately pounced on the assailant, tackling him to the ground. They were a flurry of punches and kicks, trying to subdue him before cops arrived.
I rushed over to Nino, dropping to my knees beside him. "Nino, you okay, bro?" I asked, my heart pounding in my chest. He nodded weakly, still coughing and wheezing. I helped him sit up, hand on his back to steady him. His face was red, his chest heaving as he sucked in deep breaths.
“Man, I’m fine,” Nino rasped, his voice hoarse but still carrying that same cocky edge. “Told you I wasn’t scared of that dude.”
I shook my head, half in disbelief, half in frustration. “Yeah, well, you almost got your damn neck snapped, so maybe next time, keep your mouth shut.”
Across the room, Tony and Rico were still on the guy, pinning him to the sticky bar floor. He was strong, thrashing beneath them like a wild animal, but the two of them together were holding him down. Blood trickled from the back of his head where the bottle had connected, mixing with the sweat on his face.
The bartender was already on the phone, shouting something about calling the cops. The other patrons had backed away, forming a loose circle around the chaos. Some were filming on their phones, others just staring wide-eyed like they couldn’t believe what they were seeing.
“Tony, Rico,” I called out, standing up. “That’s enough. Let him go before we all end up in cuffs.”
Tony looked up at me, his fist cocked back, ready to throw another punch. “You sure, bro? This asshole deserves a few more.”
“I’m sure,” I said firmly, meeting his gaze. “Let him go.”
Reluctantly, Tony and Rico stepped back, breathing hard. The guy rolled onto his side, groaning, his massive frame sagging like the fight had been knocked out of him. He glared up at me, bloodshot eyes filled with rage, but he didn’t make a move to get up.
I crouched down next to him, keeping my tone low and steady. “You done, or do we have to finish this?”
He didn’t answer; he just spat on the floor and muttered something under his breath. I took that as a yes.
Standing up, I turned back to Nino, who was now on his feet, still rubbing his throat. “You good to walk?” I asked.
“Yeah, I’m good,” he said, though his voice was still rough. He shot a glare at the guy on the floor. “Punk-ass bitch thought he could take me.”
I rolled my eyes. “Nino, shut up before you start something else.”
The sound of sirens cut through the air, growing louder as they approached the bar. The bartender hung up the phone, glaring at us like we were the scum of the earth.
“You boys better get the hell out of here,” she snapped, pointing toward the door. “Cops’ll be here any second.”
Without another word, I grabbed Nino by the arm and started dragging him toward the exit. Tony and Rico followed close behind, still glancing over their shoulders to make sure the guy wasn’t getting back up.
We didn’t leave in time. Before we could make it out the door, the police arrived. The sergeant entered first, his presence commanding as he filled the doorway. He was about my height—6’2”—but his broad shoulders and powerful frame made him seem larger than life. His golden-blond hair was slicked back neatly, and his piercing steel-blue eyes swept the room with authority. The way he carried himself left no doubt: this was a man who didn’t take shit from anyone.
“What the hell is going on here?” he barked, his deep voice cutting through the tense silence in the bar.
I stepped forward, trying to explain. “Officer, look, it wasn’t what it seemed. That guy—” I pointed to the massive man still groaning on the floor, blood dripping from his head. “—he had my friend by the throat. I had to hit him with a bottle to get him to let go.”
The sergeant’s eyes locked on me, cold and unrelenting. “You hit him in the head with a bottle?” he repeated, his tone dripping with disdain. “Are you stupid? You think that’s how you handle things?” He turned to the officers behind him. “Arrest all these idiots.”
The room erupted into chaos as the officers moved in, handcuffing Tony, Rico, and Nino. I stood frozen for a moment, my mind racing. One of the younger officers hesitated as he approached me, glancing at the sergeant. “Hey, Logan, do you have him?”
The sergeant—Logan, apparently—nodded, his eyes narrowing on me. “Yeah, I’ve got this dumbass.”
Logan stepped toward me, pulling out his handcuffs. Instinct took over. I wasn’t about to get dragged into the system without a fight. I spun away as he reached for me and bolted for the door.
“God damn it!” Logan shouted, his heavy boots pounding against the floor as he gave chase.
I hit the pavement running, weaving through the crowded streets with my heart hammering in my chest. I could hear him behind me, his voice barking orders to stop, but I had the advantage of speed. For a moment, I thought I’d lost him. But as I turned down a dark alley, my foot slipped on a patch of wet concrete, and I went down hard.
Before I could scramble back to my feet, Logan was on me. He tackled me to the ground, pinning me on my stomach with his full weight. “Stay the fuck down!” he growled, his voice low and furious.
I struggled beneath him, trying to twist free, but he was too strong. His knee pressed into my back, keeping me firmly in place. “You’re making this worse for yourself,” he muttered, his breath hot against my ear. “Calm the hell down.”
“Get off me!” I shouted, my voice muffled against the cold, gritty pavement.
Officer Logan removed his knee from my back and shifted all his weight onto me. He leaned in closer, his tone dropping to an almost menacing whisper. “You think you’re tough, huh? Keep pushing, and I’ll make sure you regret it.”
The gravelly pavement dug into my cheek, the rough surface scraping against my skin. I lifted my face up off the pavement, twisted in anger. "Fuck you, pig," I spat.
"Boy, you better calm the fuck down," Logan growled, his heated breath brushing against the back of my neck. "Shut the fuck up before I shut you up permanently."
But despite his threatening words, I couldn't ignore the rigid bulge suddenly prodding insistently against my ass. It was huge, thick, and throbbing. A part of me recoiled at the sensation.
"Oh damn, it feels like something's getting excited down there, Mr. Officer," I teased, my voice shaky but defiant. "So, is this how you really feel?"
Officer Logan's grip on my wrists tightened as he yanked me to my feet, the cuffs biting into my skin. His face was a storm cloud of anger. The fluorescent glow of the streetlights barely reached the alley, leaving us in shadows, but his piercing eyes burned through the darkness, locking onto mine with a ferocity that made my breath hitch.
“Shut the fuck up, boy,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. “You don’t feel shit. Now get your ass up!”
I couldn’t help it—I laughed, the sound echoing off the brick walls around us. “Oh, bullshit,” I said, my voice dripping with mockery. “I felt something, and it was pretty damn big. You sure you’re not the one playing games, Officer?”
His eyes flashed with a mix of rage and lust as I lifted my knee, grinding it against the rigid bulge straining against his pants. His body tensed instantly, like a live wire snapping under pressure. His breath hitched, and his mask slipped for a fraction of a second. My words hung in the air, heavy with seductive intent.
"I think you're falling for me, Officer Logan," I purred, my gaze never leaving his. The heat in his stare told me I'd struck a nerve.
His jaw clenched, his fingers tightening around my arm as if to remind me who was in charge. But his eyes—those damn eyes—betrayed him. They flickered with something dangerous, something he was fighting to keep buried.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” he growled, but there was a crack in his armor now, a hesitation that hadn’t been there before.
I tilted my head, a smirk tugging at the corner of my mouth. “Don’t I?”
For a moment, he didn’t respond, his gaze locked on mine as if trying to figure me out, trying to regain control of a situation that was quickly slipping through his fingers. His breathing was heavier now, his chest rising and falling as he fought to keep his composure.
"You're playing with fire, boy," he warned. But even as he spoke, his hips jerked forward, his cock throbbing urgently against my knee. The fabric of his uniform strained to contain him; the outline of his erection is undeniable now.
But then the sound of footsteps echoed down the alley, breaking whatever spell had been cast between us. Logan’s head snapped up, and his body stiffened as another officer rounded the corner.
“Sarge?” the officer called out, his voice cutting through the tension like a knife. “Everything okay? Oh, you caught him. Need a hand?”
Logan straightened, his grip on me firm but controlled now, his expression once again unreadable. “It’s fine,” he said sharply, not looking at me. “I just don't appreciate this motherfucker making me run.”
The other officer nodded, glancing at me briefly before stepping back. “Alright, I’ll leave you to it.”
As the footsteps faded, Logan turned back to me, his eyes hard but his voice quieter now, more controlled. “You’re done talking,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.
We made our way to his cruiser, and I figured my friends had already been taken to jail since I couldn’t see them anywhere. “Get in the car,” he ordered, not waiting for me to respond as he pulled me toward the cruiser with a firm yet gentle grip.
“Damn, you’re so aggressive,” I teased with a playful smile. He opened the door and guided me inside, then leaned in close, his voice dropping to a low whisper meant only for me.
“You better keep your damn mouth shut,” he said, his tone cold, but his eyes revealed a flicker of something he couldn’t quite hide. “Or you’ll regret it.”
The cruiser hummed softly as Officer Logan started the engine, his knuckles white against the steering wheel. The tension in the air was thick, almost suffocating, and I couldn’t help but smirk as I leaned back in the seat, watching him in the rearview mirror. He was trying so hard to act unaffected.
“You’re real quiet now, Officer,” I said, my voice low and teasing. “What happened to all that big talk back there?”
He didn’t respond, his eyes fixed on the road as he pulled out onto the street. But the way his grip tightened even further on the wheel told me I’d struck a nerve.
I shifted in my seat, letting my body relax as I stretched out my legs. “You know,” I continued, my tone casual but laced with mischief, “you’re kinda cute when you’re mad. All that authority, that stern look... I get it now. Bet you have people falling all over themselves to please you.”
“Shut up,” he snapped, his voice sharp and cutting. But there was a crack in his tone, a slight waver that made me grin.
“Come on, Officer Logan,” I said, leaning forward slightly, my eyes locked on his profile. “You can’t tell me you don’t feel it. That little fire between us. It’s okay, bro. I’m not gonna tell anyone.”
His jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing as he finally glanced at me, just for a second. “There’s nothing between us,” he said firmly, but his voice lacked the conviction he was clearly aiming for.
I laughed, the sound soft and low. “Keep telling yourself that, Officer. But your body says otherwise.”
That did it. He slammed on the brakes, the cruiser jerking to a sudden stop in the middle of the empty street. The seatbelt bit into my chest as I was thrown forward slightly, and before I could recover, he turned to me, his eyes blazing with anger and something he was trying desperately to suppress.
“You really think this is a game?” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. “You think you can sit there and run your fucking mouth, and I’m just gonna take it?”
I tilted my head, meeting his glare with a calm, defiant smile. “I think you like it,” I said simply.
For a moment, he just stared at me, his chest heaving as he struggled to keep his composure. The silence stretched between us, heavy and charged, until finally, he let out a sharp breath and turned back to the wheel.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” he muttered, his voice quieter now, almost resigned.
I leaned back again, satisfied. “Sure, Logan. Whatever you say.”
The rest of the drive was silent, the tension between us simmering just beneath the surface. I could see his hunched shoulders and his fingers drumming against the wheel as if he were trying to distract himself.
He drove me to this unfamiliar location, far from the city lights and the hum of traffic. The road had turned into gravel, and now there was nothing around us but trees and the faint glow of the moon cutting through the darkness. My heart raced as the car suddenly stopped, the tires crunching against the uneven ground.
Logan stepped out of the cruiser, slamming the door with a force that made me jump. I tried to keep my cool, but the tension in the air was suffocating. He yanked my door open, his eyes blazing as he reached in and grabbed me by the arm.
“Get out,” he growled, his voice intense and menacing.
I hesitated for a moment, my mind racing as I tried to figure out what the hell was going on. Before I could say anything, he snatched me out of the car with a strength that left no room for resistance.
“Officer Logan, what the fuck—” I started, but he cut me off, shoving me back against the car.
The cold metal pressed against my back as he loomed over me, his broad shoulders blocking the moonlight. His hands gripped my shoulders, holding me in place as his eyes burned into mine.
“Officer Logan, what are you doing?” I asked, my voice shaky despite my best efforts to sound confident.
He didn’t answer right away. Instead, his hand shot up, gripping my jaw with a force that made my breath hitch. His fingers dug into my skin, tilting my head up so I had no choice but to meet his gaze.
“Oh, don’t get scared now, motherfucker,” he snarled, his voice dripping with venom. “Where’s all that mouth you had back there? Huh?”
I swallowed hard, my pulse pounding in my ears. For the first time, I felt a flicker of fear. This wasn’t the controlled, composed Officer Logan I’d been poking at all night. This was something raw, something dangerous.
“I—” I started, but the words caught in my throat as his grip tightened.
“You think you can run your mouth and not face the consequences?” he continued, his voice was horrifying. “You think you can play games with me?”
