10-80: Line of Duty Series by Xyla Turner Read Free Book Online

chuckled. “You didn’t.”
    “Nope,” She emphasized.
    “You got a live one, partner.” Sal hit me.
    I shook my head again.
    “I can take care of myself.” She banged on the window.
    Sal continued to laugh, until he was choking.
    “Simmer down back there,” I yelled through the thick glass.
    “No.” she yelled back.
    Sal was bent over with his hands on the dashboard, coughing and laughing at the same time. I eventually had to laugh myself. The entire situation was ridiculous.
    “Glad y’all find something funny.” She then turned towards Jesse and said, “I do not like your cousin. I’m sorry he’s related to you. You come off as a nice guy. He’s not.”
    “Aww, Ryan is cool. You just got to get to know him. He’s one of the good ones.” She was shaking her head. “Seriously, he’s solid. The only one on the force of cops, I actually trust. Plus, it seems he likes you and he don’t like everybody, so that says a lot.”
    She stared at Jesse and then turned around in the seat to glare at me through the mirror. I smiled at her and she rolled her eyes.
    When we reached the station closest to her house, I stopped and opened the door for her. I wanted to touch her or kiss her, but I knew eyes were on us and not the ones in the car.
    “Saturday,” I called.
    “Whatever,” D’asia called back as she power-walked across the street.
    “Don’t have me come looking for your ass.”
    She flipped me her middle finger and I laughed out loud. When I got back to the car, Sal looked at me for a beat, then burst out laughing again. Once he calmed down, he said, “I take it back. I’m all team D’asia. You should see your face. Smitten.”
    “Shut the fuck up.” I shook my head.

D’asia
    T he man was infuriating beyond all concepts of frustration. A bully is what he was and a sexy one at that. It was three in the morning and I could not sleep due to the nagging thoughts that clouded my mind. My nipples were erect, my panties wet and I was feverishly hot with naughty thoughts of his lips on my breast and between my legs kissing my other lips. Desperately having that taste that he keeps talking about.
    Goddamn.
    He had not called or texted and I’d be damned if I would be the first. It was juvenile, oh, I knew, but I still would not call. Yeah, he knew some key history about Malcolm X, he actually volunteered his time on Saturdays to help out the boys and educate them on Harlem, New York and all that. That all gave him points, but the thing that trumped all of that was the fact that he was a white cop and this was the real world and I lived in The Trap . There would be no climbing up my fire escape to rescue me. He’d get shanked before he made it to the third floor. We would be targeted as snitches and possibly something worse could happen. I had no intentions of bringing that storm into Zee’s life. This was another reason why I had not had a boyfriend in over five years. This was life and it was mine.
    On Friday, around seven o’clock, he called. My heart was beating a mile a minute. I couldn’t answer as I was so nervous. He called right back, but I still did not answer. Then a text from him came through.
    Pick up the phone.
    It was like he was in my head or something. The phone rang again, so I answered.
    “Yes.”
    “Smart woman,” he laughed. “I can feel you rolling your eyes.”
    I snickered because I was rolling my eyes.
    “What are you doing?” He asked.
    “Getting ready to eat dinner.”
    “You have enough for me?”
    “No.”
    “Is Zee there?”
    “No, spending the night, so the boys can get to the precinct on time tomorrow.”
    “Ahhh, the Henrys.”
    “Yeah.”
    “So you’re alone tonight?”
    “Not really.”
    “What does that mean?” He questioned.
    “What I said.”
    “D’asia.” He warned, “You don’t want to rattle me, sweetness.”
    For some reasons, I did not want to rattle him. Well, maybe a little I did.
    “I’m not alone, well I won’t be for long.