Jacked (Trent Brothers #1)(12)
The second ambulance pulled away, lights and sirens blaring.
“Told you he wasn’t dead,” she muttered, more to herself than me, I supposed.
“I thought for sure he wasn’t going to make it.” She was a f*cking miracle worker. “You did real good, Doc. Real good.” I rolled her name around my brain one more time, soaking it in so I wouldn’t forget.
Erin.
Just standing next to her seemed to calm me, as if she were coated in some sort of magical aura that made me feel as though I wasn’t so lost and alone in the ugliness of life.
The urge to haul her up into my arms and protect her from seeing any more misery was strong. “It’s time to clear out, Doc.” I held out her keys, needing to get her far away from this place, knowing I wouldn’t be able to rest until I saw her home. Lights twinkled off the rhinestones that were embedded in the metal letter “E” that dangled from the keychain between my fingers.
She snagged them from the air, practically ripping her key fob from my hand. “Yes sir, Officer. At least I got to do one more good deed before you *s turned my life to shit.”
Wait… What? What the f*ck did that mean? I distinctly recalled trying to stop her before her life turned to shit.
She turned on her heels so damn fast and started marching her pretty little ass down the street, I barely had a comeback.
She wasn’t going to get off that easy. “Hey. Hold up. Doc. Stop right there.”
Did she just flip me off? Oh hell no.
I got right into her personal space, holding my position at her car door as she stepped up to me.
“What? What do you want, Officer? Have some puppies you need to run over yet tonight?”
God, she was being such a bitch. Ballsy little thing, I’d give her that. Intriguing as all hell, too. You aren’t going anywhere until you explain that attitude you’re dishing out. Try getting in your car with me holding the f*cking door closed. I dare ya.
She stared me down. “You just going to glare at me or do you have something else you need to say? Why don’t you run and get your little ticket pad thing. I’m sure I can handle a final kick with a nice hefty ticket on top of it. What’s a red light cost these days? Two hundred and three points on my record?”
Damn, she had a mouth on her. “What’s your problem?”
She looked at me like I was cracked. “My problem? Oh, I’m sorry. Where should I start? The fact that I was already having one of the worst nights of my life before you and your posse aimed your guns at my head, or how the last twelve years of my life were just eviscerated when I was filmed wearing handcuffs? Once this hits the media, my career is over. Do you understand? Everything I’ve worked for is gone. Everything! So sorry if I’m a little bitter about that. And on top of all of that, four more people were just severely injured, causing even more misery to my horrendously shitty night. So if you haven’t any further need for me, I’d like to go home and wash the blood off me that I got on my pants from keeping someone else from dying tonight, in case you need to clear that up.”
I never wanted to gag a woman so badly in all my life. I wanted to tie this little spitfire up and give her what she really needed—a good, thorough f*cking—my way.
Whoa. Where the hell did that come from?
I was holding my jaw so tight my molars were starting to hurt. What did she expect? Her car was reported stolen at gunpoint. It was a justified stop. “If you’re waiting for me to apologize for doing my job, it ain’t gonna happen.”
She tugged on the door handle again but it barely jostled me. Her shoulders slumped with exhaustion. I could tell she was running out of steam. Not only did we scare the shit out of her earlier, she just saved the life of complete strangers in the middle of the damn street. She’d run the gamut of emotions and the stress was making her lash out.
I could totally relate to being an * like that.
Those sexy-as-hell eyes turned up and leveled me again, silently pleading, sucking the wind right out of my lungs. I felt the urge to touch her, wondering like a prepubescent school boy what it would be like to kiss the girl. I rested my hand on my revolver instead, especially since I spotted a small crew of the Crips moseying down the sidewalk. Fucking delinquents. I needed to get her safely out of this neighborhood—now.
“Just let me go home.”
I glared a warning in their direction, surprised that the gangbangers hadn’t scattered like cockroaches with so many cops present. “I can’t let you do that.”
“Why?” she squealed, pulling with renewed force, but still nowhere near getting me to budge. “Grrahhh.”
“Not done with you, Doc.”
“Am I under arrest for chucking you the finger, because believe me, if that’s the case I’ll do it again just to make sure you got the message.” She pulled on the door again.
The fact that she was so desperate to get away from me was aggravating. “Keep yanking. I got all morning, sweetheart.”
Her hands finally slapped down in defeat. That a girl; listen and surrender to me. I’ll be more than happy to keep at this until I wear you down.
“What if I kick you in the shins?”
Holy shit. Was she serious? “Gets you back in my handcuffs for assaulting an officer. You want back in my handcuffs?”
Her eyes flashed but something told me we had two very different versions of that scenario running through our minds. I sure as hell liked my visual of that—her tied and bound, bending to my will. I felt my dick twitch, agreeing with me.