Chapter 18

The One Full of Threats

“I’ll get her wetter than ever Four letters are never the question She likes when I’m messy And I like when she’s undressing.”

— Nate Carter

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Z A Y N

As I’m about to enter the living room with the pizza in my hands, the doorbell rings and I curse under my breath, annoyed with the disturbance. Here I was, about to have a chill evening with Arielle and now someone’s at my door. I fucking hope it’s someone who will go away and quickly.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got it.” Arielle tells me as she sees that my hands are full and she’s closer to the door. She’s quick to approach it and as I’m turning to set the pizza down on the coffee table, I hear the sound of the lock clicking and humid air seeps into the surrounding area.

My fist instantly balls and my knuckles turn white when I hear the familiar voice greet her.

“Lieutenant Sanders,” Arielle responds, sounding both surprised and annoyed.

“Good. You’re both here.”

What the fuck is this asshole doing here so late? Is he ever off fucking duty? Or is it his sole purpose to irritate the shit out of me by incessantly following me everywhere?

“What the fuck are you doing here?” I snap, closing the distance between us in a few minor angry stomps. Arielle and I are clearly pissed with his presence, but he seems pleased that he’s managed to get under our skin.

“Official police business, of course.” He smirks and wets his lips before continuing, “I don’t even get a hello?”

Arielle and I don’t answer, staring at him harshly.

“Well, I really came to have a li’l chat with Nate, but clearly whatever he learns is immediately passed on to you,” he says to Arielle. I already know what he’s talking about and it’s true. After Sanders caught me going through the shit in his basement, I went straight to Arielle’s house and told her everything. I made her promise to me that she wasn’t going to that race, since I knew that the cops had become aware of it.

As if I’m not going to fucking tell her.

“So obviously you told everyone to not go to that race.”

“Of course I did, you fuckin’ idiot.”

“Nate, I’d drop the attitude. I could arrest you right now so don’t fuck with me.” He seems irritated with me now, probably because I’m not bowing at his knees with his dick in my mouth.

Oops.

“For what?” Arielle asks, crossing her arms.

“Possession. Trafficking. Use.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I tell him in the most stereotypical cop movie-like way.

Sanders pulls out his phone and pulls up a photo. It’s of me, buying weed off my dealer a few days ago. The very same weed that Arielle and I smoked and then fucked after consuming while on a high. Fucker probably has photos of Arielle riding me, too.

“So did you catch that entire evening, you fuckin’ pervert?” I inquire, but he doesn’t have the chance to answer because Arielle pipes up just after me.

“We haven’t done shit. We were about to enjoy dinner before you came here with this passive aggressive bullshit. Whatever it is, just spit it out already and leave us the fuck alone.” Arielle challenges.

Angry Arielle is fucking sexy.

Might just have to give Sanders another show later tonight.

He looks at me as if I have something to say, so all I say is, “You heard the lady.”

“I didn’t come here just to jerk off on your front doorstep,” he explains. “I come with a serious warning.”

“Out with it,” I demand.

“Your red Skyline—” he starts, but I cut him off.

“What about it?”

“You know very well that it’s illegal to own it.”

That shuts me up. I’m not stupid. Of course I’m aware of the fact that my beloved Skyline isn’t legal on the streets. It’d been banned for several reasons, but that didn’t mean I was going to stop driving it. I’ve had that car since I was a fucking teenager. It’s in that very car I learned how to rip j-turns, to drift recklessly around corners, and the same vehicle that I jumped a shed in when I was a dumb ass sixteen year old who was luckily enough to come out alive.

“This is your formal warning that if I ever see that Skyline even once out on the road, I will absolutely pull your ass over and that car will be mine to do with whatever I damn well please.”

Arielle looks over at me, realizing that this is serious. I’m not exactly sure how to get out of this shit at the moment, but I know now that I have to do something.

Fucking with his daughter, sneaking into his belongings, it’s not enough. This cop is crossing several lines and making this into something more serious than it needs to be. He’s threatening my entire fucking livelihood because of some strange obsession with myself and Arielle.

I can’t stand by and watch.

This calls for more drastic measures.

I already have an idea, but fuck, I could go to prison.

However, when you’re backed into a corner, there isn’t much else to do but fight your way out like your life depends on it. It means doing shit that you wouldn’t normally do because everything you’ve ever known is being threatened. When that safety is ripped from your grasp, people do desperate things.