Page 111 of Kane's Awakening
Chapter Thirty-One
Kane
When the fuck had I become that dependent, needy guy who couldn’t go three days without seeing his boyfriend? I used to mock dudes like that and call them dick-whipped—or pussy-whipped depending on their sexuality. And there I was, sitting at work, pouting because Ryker had told me he wouldn’t be coming over later.
Good thing I became distracted after a while and didn’t have time to think about it. I caught some chick speeding through town like a bat out of Hell, and I turned on the sirens before pulling out and chasing her down.
“License and registration, please,” I said once I’d approached her window. “Do you know you were going twenty over the limit? You could’ve caused an accident.”
“So sorry, Officer…” she looked at my badge, “Matthews. I didn’t see the speed limit.” She played the innocent card and even batted her eyelashes a few times. Her green eyes met mine and she nibbled her bottom lip. “I can’t afford a ticket. Can you just give me a warning and I’ll promise not to do it again?” She leaned forward, showing off her cleavage, and brushed a finger along her collarbone while giving mefuck meeyes. “I’m sure we can figure out some kind of compromise.”
She was probably early twenties and definitely attractive. Some of the other young cops might’ve fallen for her shit, but she was barking up the wrong tree.
“The only compromise we’ll be coming to is me not arresting your ass for trying to persuade an officer with sex to get out of a ticket,” I said. “Now, show me your license and registration.”
Her mouth popped open and she straightened her spine. “I wasn’t offering sex. I’m not that type of girl. How dare you.”
I rolled my eyes, which she couldn’t see because of my sunglasses. “Whatever, lady. Let’s just get this thing going, so we can go our separate ways.”
She glared and started digging through her purse. After handing me her license, she reached over to the glove box and got her papers.
“Here,” she huffed. “I feel sorry for your girlfriend. You’re an asshole.”
“My boyfriend would agree with you about the asshole thing, but I make up for it by rimming his.”
I smirked as I walked back to my car to check her information. Yeah, I was a blunt and unfiltered sonofabitch, but whatever.
I ended up just giving her a warning, since I saw it was her first offense. No history of any other speeding violations. She seemed shocked but gladly accepted it and drove off. I could be nice sometimes.
The rest of the day wasn’t too bad. It mostly involved driving around and occasionally stopping people who were speeding.
There was one instance when I stopped in at a convenience store to get a strawberry slushie and a guy was giving the cashier dude a hard time about something, raising his voice and waving his hands in a threatening manner. However, one look at me standing behind him shut the fucker up and he went on his way without further problems.
And I got my slushie for free, so yay.
After I returned to the station and finished up the rest of the work day, I was about to walk out the door when Harry stopped me.
“Hey, man,” he said. “How’re you holding up?”
I looked at his shoulder—the one I’d put pressure on when it’d been gushing blood—and had to shake off the uneasiness in my gut. Yeah, months had passed, but that was one fucking shock I didn’t know if I’d everget over. It made me awkward around him.
“Good,” I answered, shifting my weight to the other foot. “How about you?”
“Great.”
Since I’d returned to work, Harry and I had rode around together some, mostly when I worked night shift. He wasn’t nearly as shaken up as I had been. Or if he was, he was a damn good actor and was in the wrong profession. We spoke a bit about our therapy sessions, and he’d admitted to being fucked-up right after, but he said he had no problem picking up a gun again. Unlike me.
But I’m better now.
“Did you hear about the trial yet?” he asked, and I got the impression he was forcing conversation. “The dudes involved are being tried separately. Isn’t your guy representing one of them?”
“Not exactly,” I answered as the awkwardness increased. “He’s just a co-council on one of them.”
“That’s the same thing, right?” he asked in a kind of asshole-ish way, reminding me why we hadn’t gotten along in the past.
“Guess so,” I answered before grabbing my keys from my pocket. “Gotta go. Have a good one.”
I got into my truck and drove to the gym to get in a workout. A release of tension would be fucking amazing.
