BAD Boy

Chapter 4: Jake

Three and a half years ago she was too young. I couldn't ask her to walk away from her family and everything she knew, it wouldn't have been fair. I know her asshole sperm donor thinks that he and his friends had scared me off but nothing could be farther from the truth.

I'd already made up in my mind by then what I was going to do. How I was going to bide my time until she was considered an adult in every sense of the word. I have everything all planned out, been planning since the first day she looked at me like I hung the f*****g moon.

I'm not stupid, I knew there was no way her old man would go for it but I also knew that what I saw in her eyes back then, and what I had begun to feel in my heart could overcome anything in time.

I hadn't meant to take her that night. We'd been sneaking around behind her father's back for weeks every chance we got. She'd given him and her mom some cockamamie story about extra tutoring, and they were so lax that they'd never given it another thought.

I'd learned from our conversations that as long as her dad thought he was in control that's all he cared about. He wasn't too much into the details, or maybe it was just that he'd cowed his wife and daughter so much over the years that he expected blind obedience in all things.

I'd peeped his game from the gate that's why I'd been willing to wait. I know his type. Having been born into poverty I knew what it felt like to be under everyone's thumb. People seemed to equate lack of money with lack of human feeling.

If you're poor you were to be treated like trash. Gary Willoughby was the worse sort of asshole when it came to that offense. I don't think he even knew what me or anyone else in my family looked like for that matter and my mother and father had worked for him for years before dad died.

I'd tried to get mom out after the whole thing went down and he'd threatened to fire her but she'd refused. She didn't think her twenty three year old son should carry the burden of taking care of a mother and a younger sister. I was just getting my start in the force but even then I would've made it work.

I tuned back in to what was going on around me can't carry out an Op with a hard on which is my usual state whenever I think of my baby girl. Three, almost four years of going without p***y were playing hell on my d**k but my boy didn't want anyone but her. Too bad for the criminal element, I used all my pent up energies and frustration hunting their asses.

"Let's finish this then if you're happy with the goods, the boss will be waiting." I passed him the case full of money, which he passed off to one of the goons to be checked for authenticity. This s**t was nothing like the movies. It took time and planning to be executed just right.

These f***s took their business seriously, down to every last detail and they had the money and resources to carry it out. This f**k Mikhail Zubrinsky could buy and sell three third world countries and still be a multi billionaire.

Why the f**k he needed to get caught up in this s**t was anyone's guess but I guess once an agent always an agent. It had been fun pitting my skills against the best The Rus had to offer. They thought they were so slick, thought they were getting one over on the good old U.S. of A but they were f****d.

Even now as we speak the rest of my team was busy rounding up his lackeys. His front man had been the first to go down, then the assholes that'd been peddling this s**t from Kansas to Texas.

We had the Mexicans pushing weed on one side and these f***s coming in from the other. The Chicanos had a new problem now though. They were no longer high on the D.E.A.'s list of takedowns but since America had jumped on the legalization bandwagon our s**t was homegrown; they were f****d.

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I saw the goon nod his approval to his boss and sent my signal to my team that had the place surrounded. There was a flurry of movement as the door was broken down and the place flooded with undercover cops with guns drawn. "Nobody move, hands in the air."

I kept my eyes on Mikhail as I raised my hands in surrender, one wrong move and I would have no problem blowing my cover to put a cap in his ass. "What the f**k what is this? You narced me Zubrinsky you f**k?"

Hector flew at the other man who even under threat of arrest was one smooth customer. He got up from the table as one of the agents restrained Hector. Folding his arms across his chest he looked down his nose at the rest of us as though we were offal.

"You cannot touch me I have diplomatic immunity." He smiled like the sly fox he was rumored to be. Too bad for him I'd found a way around his little get out of jail free card. I wish I was the one to break it to him but it was just as good watching my boy Terry do it.

"Not anymore you don't asshole, you f****d with Homeland on this one. Hands behind your back." To say he was displeased would be an understatement. I kept my cool but with a pissed off look on my face.

As an aide to my supposed boss's second hand man I wouldn't have too much to say, I would be too busy worrying about my own ass. I watched as my team carried out my orders to the letter, couldn't have any fuckups on this one, one wrong move and he'd walk on some trumped up technicality.

I had him sewn up nice and tight with all the evidence I'd accumulated in the last couple of months. The only way he could walk is if some asshole played dirty politics at which point I would be going after said asshole.

It took damn near forever to go through the whole ruse of fingerprinting, bail hearings and all the other bullshit that came with a sting. I went through it all in full sight of all the other players so there would be no question that I was who I said I was.

I probably wouldn't be using the same cover ever again but it pays to make this s**t look legit in case someone got the bright idea of a payback. I don't trust this KGB f**k no farther than I could spit him, these fuckers are like a six headed snake, you cut one off another springs up to take his place.

The judge had been slipped a fabricated list of all my exploits and since he didn't know that it was all bullshit his reactions were very authentic. I don't trust anyone with my guys, when I'm running an Op it's me and my team that's it.

Not even the captain was privy to all that I was doing, he wasn't too happy with it but someone higher up than him, someone that I actually did trust was my handler.

He and only he had any kind of say in what I did. So far there haven't been any conflict; that maybe because he knows that the first time there is one I'd walk without a second thought.

I was finally free to slip out of the orange jumpsuit and leave the courthouse hours later. The night was almost over and I was feeling very tired. Weeks of dealing with the dregs of the earth, takes its toll.

It was only at the end of an Op that I could find release, this time my release was going to be between the thighs of sweet Jacqueline. I hurried my pace as thoughts of seeing her face for the first time in three years filled my head. The last picture I'd filched from Mindy's phone files was about three weeks old already.

The two girls had to sneak around to see each other but they'd kept in touch the best they could. I didn't let my sister know what I've been planning until tonight. I almost wanted it to be a surprise, but now that the time was near I wanted her to know I was coming for her.

The anticipation was sweet as f**k, this time tomorrow night I would be cumming inside her sweet tight body. "f**k it boss next time you get to do the snort trick, I think I might be slipping I almost inhaled some of that s**t this time." Hector ran out behind me complaining like an old woman as usual.

"Suck it up cupcake." He walked next to me to the parking lot where my Harley sat waiting. I hadn't ridden my baby in almost two months. She was probably going to be cranky and give me s**t when I hopped on.

"Good job boss, this s**t feels good." It did indeed, too bad there will be some other asshole in a day or two either with the same s**t or a generic knock off. This s**t never ends. At least I'll be laying low for the next little while hopefully they'd give me enough time to get my s**t done before they ran wild. Either way I was going to be totally focused on my woman come tomorrow.