Forever Logan by Elena Matthews (best fiction novels .txt) 📗

a coincidence at all that we bumped into him. This guy has been under our surveillance for quite some time. He’s a well-known drug dealer in the Dallas area, and we’ve been trying to bust him for almost two months after many fatalities involving his drug supply, but he always gave us the slip. Today, however, we knew when and where he would be, and not only did we catch him while carrying cocaine, but we also caught him dealing.

I roughly pull him against me and grab his wrists behind his back, handcuffing the piece of shit while I read him his Miranda Rights.

“Duncan Taylor, you are under arrest for carrying and dealing an illegal substance. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you.”

I expect him to argue back, considering since the moment we confronted him, he’s had one hell of a potty mouth, but surprisingly, he just grunts and lets his head drop forward. No doubt with regret for being a shitty human being.

I haul his ass out of the alley of the strip club and then shove him in the rear passenger seat of the cop car.

My entire shift goes in a similar fashion. Tackle a bad guy for either carrying drugs or a weapon and then arrest his ass before manhandling him into the back of the cruiser. I mean, it’s a good thing I have the power to defend myself because these criminals know how to fight dirty.

So, you can say, it’s a nice surprise when I see a familiar, pretty brunette speed past us, and I just know my day is going to improve before the night’s over.

“It’s been a crappy shift so far. How about a little fun?” I ask Joe, who’s sitting beside me as I buckle my seat belt.

He cautiously eyes me. “What kind of fun?” he questions as I begin to drive away.

“Just a little teasing with the woman who likes to pretend I don’t exist but deep down wants me.”

“Ally?” He gets it in one.

And he only knows about Ally because I might have, on occasion, spoken of how infatuated I am with her.

“Yeah. She’s in the red Lexus two cars in front of us, and,” I begin as I notice something on the back of her car as she slows down a little, “one of her brake lights is out. I mean, I can’t let her continue to drive without at least warning her, right?”

Joe lets out a low chuckle. “You sure can’t, brother.”

I switch the siren on and apply more pressure on the gas as I speed up. As soon as I get close enough, like a good girl, she pulls over to the side of the road, and I stop behind her.

“You need any assistance?” Joe asks, unable to hide his half-grin.

I unbuckle my seat belt while grabbing my citation pad from the center console. “I’ll be sure to radio you if I need any backup.” I smirk as I get out of the vehicle.

It takes me a few seconds to approach her car, but I can’t deny that my heart doesn’t pick up in that time.

As I knock against her window, I see she’s smiling nervously.

She winds the window down and begins to say, “Hi, Officer. Does there seem to be a—” Her eyes land on me, and her speech is abruptly cut off by her scowl.

“Are you kidding me?” she audibly complains, rolling those beautiful eyes of hers.

“Hi, sunshine,” I say with my panty-dropping smile. “Do you have any idea how fast you were going back there?”

“I’ll ask it again. Are you kidding me?” she all but demands.

“And I’ll ask it again. Do you have any idea how fast you were going back there?”

She doesn’t answer me at first, just sighs and folds her arms across her chest. It takes everything in me not to glance down at the sudden appearance of her cleavage with the sweater she is wearing.

She finally relents. “The last I checked, I was going around thirty-three miles per hour.”

“You might want to try thirty-six, but lucky for you, I’m not pulling you over for speeding.”

“Okay, so why are you pulling me over?” she asks me, rolling her eyes at me again.

Fuck, she’s got to stop doing that. Doesn’t she know how sexy she looks when she rolls her eyes?

“Originally, I was going to pull you over just to mess with you, but I noticed your right brake lights is out.” I point to the rear of her car with my finger.

She skeptically eyes me with a I don’t know if you’re being serious or not squint.

“If you don’t believe me, take a look.”

She shakes her head, her facial features finally smoothing out. “Okay, thanks for letting me know. I’ll be sure to get it checked out. Anything else?” she asks me coolly.

“Well, legally in Texas, your car needs to have three functioning brake lights, and since you only have two, you shouldn’t be driving. It is a hazard to you and everyone else on the road. So, I’m going to call for a tow company to pick your car up, and I’ll drive you home.”

She cocks a brow and then starts laughing under her breath. That pisses me off.

“Um, I don’t think so. I’d much prefer you give me a ticket. Plus, my house is, like, four blocks away. I think I can handle four blocks with only two brake lights.”

“Are you resisting an officer’s warning?” I ask, unimpressed.

This time, she snorts. “No, I’m just stating the obvious.”

“I don’t like your tone.”

“Well, I don’t like your face,” she smarts back like a bratty teenager.

“Have you been drinking, miss?” I know she hasn’t, but it doesn’t stop me from asking. I don’t know what it is, but whenever I’m in her presence, I just can’t resist pushing her