BAD Boy

Chapter 2: She's mine

Jacqueline

"Who's your friend Mindy?" His voice had been rough and smooth at the same time, which made no sense. All I know is that his sweet timber had sent shivers down my spine and since he'd said it while still staring at me like he wanted to eat me in the good way I was all but vibrating. Mindy had been giggling as he tickled her, school work forgotten at the sight of her big brother who'd come home for the summer.

"Oh sorry Jake this is Jacqueline we call her Jackie for short. Jackie this is my big brother Jake." I'd blushed bright pink and stuttered like a ninny, wishing the floor would open up and swallow me whole. It was the first time I'd realized the affect my parents' strict upbringing had had on my existence.

I had no social graces outside of eating with dignitaries at state dinners. In short I hadn't the first clue how to react in the social setting of boy meet girl. And this should not have been my first foray. He was way too much man for my little heart to take. I wanted.

"Hello Jacqueline." Was that my name? Was that the name my mother had given me? Why had it never sounded so sweet before? Why had I never had the urge to strip naked and present myself on a platter at the mere sound of it?

My soft reply was barely audible but it was all I could get pass the lump that was forming in my throat. I stood in that room near tears because even then I knew. He would never be mine. Whatever my heart was feeling at this moment it would be torn before the night was done. I had no doubt that I would cry out that pain against my pillow. Daddy would never let me have him. That's even if he was interested which there wasn't a snowball's chance in hell of that happening. I'm green but I'm not that dense.

I have a fairly good understanding of how these things work and though I'm not blind to my own attributes, I do know that I'm nowhere near his caliber. Beautiful people usually leaned towards others of the same ilk.

Not brunettes with brown eyes and hips that are just a little too wide. I tried shaping them down but they have a mind of their own and though I'm a size eight there's no getting away from my ass and hips. No someone like him will end up with some super model type with long blonde hair and a perfect size two body. Someone whose daddy didn't run her life like a drill sergeant.

Jake

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"You seen my girl lately?"

"We talk."

"You tell her I'm coming back to that rinky dink town to get her and no one, not even her f**k of an old man is gonna stand in my way this time."

"Jake you can't just..."

"She's mine...tell her to get ready because I'm coming and when I leave she's on the back of my f*****g bike." I hung up the phone and put it back in my pocket.

"Hector we done here? I've got s**t to do."

"Cool it ese just a minute, I have to test the merchandise." The asshole snorted a line of the grade A powder in front of him while three armed men stood back from their boss who was watching from his place at the head of the table.

The old warehouse was musty and damp and I was over this s**t already. I had everything I needed, all that's left was for me to tie this s**t up and get on the road. I'd put in for three months leave, another smart move on my part. No vacation time in the past three years, and no sick leave.

I'd wracked up my days for just this occasion. I knew when I finally got my hands on her again it was going to take at least that long for me to feel like I'd put my stamp on her. I just needed these f***s to finish up this deal so I could burn their asses and be done with it.

There had been an influx of new crank coming into the US from Europe of all places. This s**t made everything that came before it look like child's play. It was supposedly laced with some chemical that some twisted f**k in Russia concocted in a lab and was geared strictly towards the US.

Talk about chemical warfare. Whatever the s**t was it was spreading throughout the Midwest like wildfire, it was cheap, highly effective and in great supply. There was only one draw back; the s**t was lethal.

After one hit you're hooked and within the week of over indulging your new high you ended up assed out in a rat hole somewhere. It also makes you crazy as f**k coming onto the end with the sweet little side bennie of a taste for human flesh. I wanted this s**t off my streets yesterday.

"It's good Mikhail, excellent shit." Hector smiled at the Russian mob boss who in all the times we'd met had spoken maybe ten words. It had taken my task force months to set up this relationship. To foster it and nurture it until it was what it was today.

These criminal types aren't the most trusting fuckers in the world so gaining their trust takes some doing. It meant moving out of my nice comfortable condo and into a seedier side of town. It meant a whole new identity, which was nothing new.

I've done this s**t too many times in the last three years to count, but this time my s**t had to be tight. This was no low level runt we were dealing with here, these ex KGB f***s are as crazy as they come and they know their s**t.

On our first meeting the fucker knew the whole history of my made up family. Dumb f**k. He might be good but I'm better. That's why the force had given me my own division when I signed up. It didn't hurt that the Feds and the f*****g kooks had come knocking.

So when I chose to go with the city's PD instead they'd been only too happy to have me. I had the brainpower and they had the trainers to hone me into a f*****g super killer. Now I felt ready. Ready to go take back what the f**k was mine.