Chapter 8
Amund POV
I was seething with anger. In all my years, I
had never had one of my workers get busted. It was unfathomable, intriguing,
even. And I didn’t need a damn magnifying glass to see who was behind it: Hanne
Alfhild.
When I finally caught her, I planned to worm
my way into that pretty little head of hers. I was going to make her feel every
bit of me.
"We haven't figured out which cop—"
"It’s Hanne," I muttered, stepping
onto the police precinct's grounds. "A really hardheaded little fox."
I chuckled to myself.
My soldiers began to laugh along with me, but
I quickly pulled one of them closer. "Did I tell you to laugh? Huh? What’s
so funny?" I glared into his face, twisted by fear. "What’s so
fucking funny? Do you think I want to be here on a Wednesday afternoon?"
"No, boss," they replied in unison.
"Exactly. I don’t want to be here. I was
supposed to be at my little Sofia’s volleyball tournament. But instead, I’m
here to bail out some lowlife."
I stormed up the steps and entered the Los
Angeles Police Department. It felt as if the entire place had frozen in time.
All eyes were on me, a level of attention I didn’t want.
Back in my grandfather's day, he reveled in
such attention, making a show of his power as he openly conducted transactions
and settled scores in town. It was his way of asserting that he was
unstoppable—untouchable. But not for long. Stage four cancer caught
up with him, and he died in bed. For someone with all the blood on his hands,
it was perhaps the best way to go.
My whistle echoed through the precinct as I
strolled casually through the police park. Every head turned to look at me,
except for one. I smiled as I spotted her: Hanne Alfhild. She
quickly cut her eyes away, returning her focus to her screen. I smirked, taking
note of her position so I could stop right in front of her.
I walked straight into the sergeant's office.
He straightened up in his seat as my soldier
drew the blinds and locked the door behind us.
"I can’t say it’s a pleasure to be here.
Do you know what day it is, Reynolds?"
"It’s Wednesday."
"Yeah, a lovely Wednesday afternoon. And
it seems like you don't care that I'm missing out on something important,
right?"
"I’m really sorry. I just didn’t want
any of your workers spending the night in a jail cell."
I laughed. "You didn’t want any of my
workers in a cell," I mocked, before bursting into laughter again.
He chuckled awkwardly, looking confused. But
my laughter cut off suddenly as I growled, signaling my soldier to grab
Reynolds by the throat.
His eyes widened in alarm.
"Am I the one sleeping in that
cell?" I demanded of an answer.
He struggled to find his words.
"Release him."
My soldier let go, and Reynolds collapsed
against his desk, gasping for breath. "You don’t look too well. You should
get that cough checked out. My grandfather went in for a cough and came out
with a cancer diagnosis,” I remarked casually, feigning ignorance about the
cause of his coughing fits.
"The next time you bust one of my
workers—and you really shouldn't have—"
"I’m so sorry. I'll try to keep her
away."
I smiled grimly. "We'll get to her soon.
As I was saying, the next time you bust one of my men, don’t bother calling me.
You know the drill, just let them go. Where was he arrested?" I asked,
curious.
That area was strictly off-limits for police
patrols, so how had she ended up there?
"Lincoln Avenue," he replied.
My brows crimped, in honest surprise. So, she
hadn’t just strayed into my part of town; she had gone the other way entirely.
What was one of my workers doing in the Lincoln area? That territory was mostly
controlled by small-time gangs that would never rise to my level.
"Did you interrogate him?"
"He won’t talk. I called you in shock
when one of my officers said they picked him up there while doing
business."
"Just one bad apple." I gritted.
"Back on her. Leave her be. I want her to go foxing around my
business."
"What? Did I heard you clear."
"Loud and clear. She'll hop herself into
the right mess." Being my little slut. "I suppose you can't muzzle
her, so I'll be the perfect candidate to do it."
"Please..."
"She’s mine, do you understand?" I
growled.
He flinched, fear flickering in his eyes, but
I knew it was for her sake. "You care about her?"
"I do. Her father was a fellow
officer."
"Well, you should’ve taken control of
her earlier. She’s in my territory now. Make sure she finds her way to
me."
He nodded slowly.
"Good. Have my worker released and
waiting at my car. I need to pay a visit to the little fox."
***************
I prowled over to her desk. Her eyes stayed
averted, avoiding me like a guilty criminal. I found a clear spot and sat right
on her workspace. She continued typing on her keyboard, pretending I wasn’t
even there.
I could watch her forever. I stared intently,
absorbing every detail, including the stray strand of hair that had escaped
from her tightly wrapped ponytail.
My fingers reached out to tuck it back, only
for her to flinch away, her heavy breathing brushing against my skin. Her
lovely forest-green eyes darkened, as if a heavy cloud had settled over them.
"I'm not going to hurt you," I
whispered, noticing another detail—her beautiful lips, and how small she really
was. I didn’t remember her being this petite; it must have been her voice that
made her seem larger than life.
Such a little thing taking my big cock. She'd probably die, but it was worth a try.
"Yet you've managed to give me plenty of
reasons to hurt you," I murmured, gently tucking her hair back in place.
"Are you obsessed with me, little fox? A small-town princess like you
hasn't seen much, have you? This is probably the most excitement you’ve had,
hmm?"
She snarled in response.
"I bet that pretty little body of yours
has never been touched either," I said, leaning down and putting my hands
in my pockets.
"What’s your angle?" It felt as if
I were the one interrogating her when I really wished it were the other way
around.
"Are you trying to dig up some dirt on
me? "Or do you fantasize that if you uncover a truckload of dirt on me,
you could take me down and earn yourself a medal of honor?"
There weren’t many outcomes here, and they
generally led either to her in my bed or worse.
"You don't talk much. Come on, don’t be
scared."
"Why don’t you get your criminal self-off
my desk?"
I smirked. "There’s that fiery little
fox."
"Get out of my face before I charge you
with speaking indecently to an officer of the law."
I tsked. "Don’t stop until you find
exactly what you’re looking for. Just know there could be consequences."
"I'll gladly accept them."
I shrugged and stood up. "If you say so,
pretty fox."
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