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“Are you going to tell me who this mystery lead is or make me sit here silently for another hour?” Derek barked, growing even more impatient than he already was.Fuck sake, this guy needed to get laid. He was wound up tighter than a fucking spring.
“Here. Take a look…” I handed Derek my phone, and his eyes widened as he read over the email and information regarding Eli.
I could see his eyes fire up with rage and knew that this was either going to go really fucking well or I was going to have to restrain him from putting Eli in a body bag by the end of the day.
Chapter 15
Marcus
Deanstillwouldn’ttellme about his assignment, not even a tiny hint—aside from mentioning the Twin Cities A-Mill and as annoying as it was having Dean borrow my car this morning to meet with Derek, it gave me an excuse to sleep in before work.
Madison had left our apartment shortly after Dean to get her perfect ass back to her townhouse so she could get ready for her shift in the ED, leaving me alone in bed, thinking about nothing but her.
I was obsessed with Madison. From the moment she let me through her front door, I had never wanted a woman more in my entire life. I may have been catching feelings deeper than simple lust and desire for her, but I knew that obsession was at the forefront of it all.
I was nothing more than an addict, just lying here, waiting for my next high—
A loud bang startled me from my thoughts, and I flew out of bed, falling to the floor as I searched for my phone, my ankle tangling in the sheets, preventing me from finding my balance.What time was it? Was Dean back already?Fuck…
The insistent banging continued, and I hauled ass down the hall to answer the door, again almost tripping over myself as I shoved my legs into a pair of gym shorts I swiftly snatched up off the floor on my way out of the bedroom.
It took me a moment before I realized that if it were Dean, he would have just let himself in—why would Dean knock?
When I opened the door, I was surprised to see one of Minneapolis PD's SWAT officers standing in the hallway—bulletproof vest and all. Clearly, this guy and his angry knuckles had the wrong unit.
“Look… it’s nearly eight, and I need to get my ass dressed for work. Whoever you’re looking for doesn’t live here. Try further down the hall, dude.” I ruffled the hair at the back of my head with a yawn before shifting to slam the door in his face.
The officer’s hand shot out, preventing me from closing the door, and I narrowed my eyes on him, forgetting I was still groggy from sleep.
“The fuck, man?” I sneered at the audacity.
“You haven’t a clue who the fuck I am, do you kid?”
Kid? Who the fuck was he calling a kid?
This guy was an arrogant fucking asshole, that’s forsure.
“By your attitude, I’d have guessed an overly entitled cop who can fuck right off from my apartment.” I barked, baring my teeth at the overconfident and arrogant asshole blocking my doorway.
“Close, and I’m not leaving until I get what I came here for; now, step aside and let me in.” He pushed, shoving me back with the force of the door.Goddamn, he was strong.
This guy was built like a tank. Standing at least six-two, with broad shoulders and muscles that looked as if they would tear through his uniform if he so much as moved wrong.
Generally, men didn’t intimidate me, but when they looked like they could rip me in half like a fucking grizzly bear, then yeah, I was scared—to say the least.
I backed further into the apartment to maintain a decent distance between us. The last thing I wanted this morning was to end up in the ED for reasons other than to surprise Madison with a little intimacy break.A broken Marcus probably wouldn’t be as attractive.
Whatever this officer wanted couldn’t have been that serious if he had shown up alone—
Wait, could he be here for Madison?Oh fuck…
I clamped my jaw shut, waiting for the unfriendly SWAT officer to speak as he closed the door behind himself, and the entire atmosphere in the room shifted.
Don’t ask about Madison; please, for the love of fuck don’t make this about Madison…
My heart was nearly beating out of my chest, and I could feel the sweat starting to bead down the center of my spine. It tookeverything in me to reel in my nerves and keep a calm and collected facade, even though, deep down, I was ready to buckle under the pressure.
“You live here with Dean Holt, correct?” He asked as he crossed his arms over his chest in a commanding stance, blocking my only exit.
