Page 119 of Bazooka
Luz slapped his knee, turning to look at her. “You know what? I told myself the same thing, but then Baz rammed his dick in my ass, so I decided that my chasing had paid off.”
I was about to throw someone or something into a wall when Chief Bibb bellowed.
“Vile! What’s the status of that arson case?”
“I just learned that the suspect has been spotted at the football stadium,” Patricia replied. “Heading there now.”
“Bradley, you had a serial arsonist in New Mesa, correct?” Chief Bibb asked me.
“Yes, sir.”
“Join Detective Vile. Find the perp. I have a press interview this afternoon. Make me look good.”
“Yes, sir.”
I stood up and tucked my gun into a holster when Luz came up to me. He placed his hands on my chest, and just like that, broke a bunch of my rules.
“What’s happening?” he said, looking anxious. “Where are you going?”
“Work,” I replied. “Stay here until the shift is over and then go with Jordan to his place.”
The panicky look in his eyes told me it wasn’t going to be that easy.
“Why can’t I go back to your condo?” Luz said, biting on his nail until I pulled his finger out of his mouth.
“Because it’s too dangerous. And if you do what I say, I’ll let you stay with me…”
His eyes widened with hope.
“When it’s safe,” I finished.
“Kiss me at least.”
“No PDA. It’s my place of work.”
“One kiss.”
“No, Luz.”
“Do something,” he insisted. “Make me feel better.”
I lowered my lips to his ear.
“How about the next time you spend the night with me, I cork you up again?”
His eyes widened. “You mean after…?”
I nodded. “And maybe… if you really behave, I’ll buy you flowers again and kiss the shit out of you?”
He squeaked with excitement. “Not the tulips?”
“The sky is the limit, angry kitten,” I said, pinching his cheek. “Do we have a deal?”
“Yeah. Okay.”
I headed to the door before I could do something stupid, like to take him into my arms. Instead, I left the station and did my fucking job, hating every moment of it. I wanted to be in my apartment with Luz. I wanted to watch him create mayhem and listen to the incredulous things coming from his mouth. I wanted… I just wanted this yearning to stop.
“So, not so straight, huh?” Patricia asked me a legitimate question, turning left at the intersection.
