Chapter Three
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I grunted at the sound of a constant high pitch beep going off in my head and no matter what I do or how many times I try to swat away the origin it didn’t stop. My forehead furrowed when my left shoulder felt restricted as I tried moving it. My eyes shot up at the sound of a gun going off and then I remembered feeling a tight pressure in my shoulder. I looked at the wound, watching blood oozing out from it and the next thing I know I am waking up.
I cringed and groan at the sharpness of the room. “Where the hell am I?”
“You’re in a hospital,” I thought I misheard the person speaking when their voice sounded like the of an angel but when I blinked the fog away in my eyes, there she was. Red wavy hair flowing past her shoulder and eyes sparkling with mystery.
“If it’s my birthday and you are my surprise then I give you full permission to use those cuffs on me, detective,” I lifted both my hands in surrender.
She rolled her perfectly, glimmering eyes at me and made one adorably huff. “I’m not a stripper and if it was your birthday, I would cuff you and leave,”
This was a whole new experience for me to have a girl look down at me as if I was garbage. Our encounter almost reminded me of when Natalia left me for not being suitable for her future.
“That’s not a nice thing to say to an injured man, angel,” I remarked, cringing when I tried pushing myself upright.
Her dull look in her eyes didn’t change and she almost seemed annoyed. “I don’t think you even know what it means to be nice,”
“From when does the LAPD department recruit women as beautiful as you?”
Still, no reaction from her and it was hard to chisel through this isolated human being.
“I am not here to entertain your desires, I am here to solve a crime and make sure whoever walks through that door isn’t here to finish the job,”
“I’m too likeable to be shot at,”
“Really?” I thought for a moment I finally got through to her when she seemed surprised but the deadpanned look returned in a nanosecond. “If that was the case then why are you in the hospital and your left shoulder bandaged?”
“I thought that’s your job on finding out,” I pointed out.
“Instead of putting this person behind bars, I feel like shaking hands with them,” She muttered, pulling out her phone from her pocket and answering the call she was receiving.
“Yeah, I will be right over,” She answered with a curt nod. Her sharp, cold gaze found me and I realized whoever she was talking to on the other end was asking about me.
“He’s awake and back to his old self,”
“No, not yet,” She muttered and then just nodded her head again before hanging out.
“I am going to be blunt and I need you to stop being a jerk.”
“Ouch, you sure know how to insult a person when he is down,” She ignored my remark.
“Did you see the face of your shooter?”
I shook my head. “He was wearing a ski mask,”
“Do you know of anyone besides all the girls you have been screwing over the past few weeks who will want to kill you?” I kind of liked her in work mode and it almost filled my body with lust.
“Who doesn’t want a piece of this handsome and successful face?”
“Oh, for the love of God,” She then grumbled a few words in a different language which made her ten times hotter.
“Maybe I should tell the captain he is wasting his breath and resources on a man who doesn’t deserve it.”
“You do realize I pay for salary, right?”
Her eyes narrowed and I felt like if she could, she would kill me and not regret it. “Do you realize that I haven’t slept in 48 hours because we are trying to find the shooter?”
“Have a boyfriend waiting up for you?” I mocked her. I was immune to girls who had boyfriends and they were the easy ones to lure into my bed.
“No, real victims, people whose cases deserve to be solved,” Her cold eyes turned colder and I couldn’t imagine all the things she has seen.
The door opened an older guy peaked in through the small crack. “Burgess, the captain wants us to question all the suspects back at the precinct.”
“Great, another double shift,” She muttered, turning away from me and making her way over to the man.
“What, no more bodyguard?” I asked.
She looked at me, her hand resting on the door. “I wasn’t your bodyguard,” She remarked and then stepped aside making space for someone. A tall guy entered the room, wearing a police uniform.
“This is your bodyguard, Jack and he doesn’t tolerate football players,” It’s the first time I saw some emotion flicker in her eyes.
“Sup, Jack, you think you can hand me over the remote?” I asked once the door shut.
The guy just stared at me and handed the remote over to the tv.
“Are all of you working zombies? Or is it a requirement not to smile?” I questioned.
“You messed with the best detective in our town and she’s doing her utter best to keep your ass safe,” Jack replied turning his back to me.
“Are you calling me selfish?”
The guy just ignored me and I realized I must have hit a nerve.
There was a soft knock on the door before it opened and I smiled when I saw it was my parents. “Hey, ma,” I greeted when she came over to hug me.
“Pa,” I shook his hand.
“How are you feeling?” My mom asked, gesturing to my shoulder.
“I feel nothing at this stage, just a bit of tightness,” I replied, thanking her when she slipped out snacks.
“Have the detectives come around yet to ask questions?” She asked.
I nodded and shrugged. “At this stage, nobody knows,” I answered.
“What happened in there?” She questioned, sitting down.
“We were celebrating our win—I went to take a shower and when I came back everyone was gone except for the guy in a ski mask pointing the end of a barrel at me,” I explained.
“Why wasn’t your team there?” My father asked—not sounding thrilled with the idea of them leaving me behind.
It was difficult to explain to them that the team thinks I am a jerk and it was hard to get out of that cycle because this isn’t the person my parents raised. My dad is a successful gentleman. My parents have been married for over twenty years and he has never lifted his hand for her and neither has my mom.
They are lovable people and I was the opposite because I couldn’t face how a beautiful, innocent girl told me that I wasn’t enough to be her man.
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