Chapter 17

Harrison

We barely walked through her door when she pinned me against the wall; her breasts were pushed right against my chest. She lifted herself onto her tiptoes and kissed me on the lips as she unbuttoned her shirt, exposing the bra that could barely contain her breasts. I reached down to unbuckle my belt, letting my pants fall to the ground as my cock poked her in her stomach.

She looked down, seductively smiling as she slid it out of my boxers. I pushed her head down as she got on her knees, sucking me hard while she stroked it with her hand. I guided her back and forth with my hand as my eyes rolled to the back of my head. She sucked me hard until I felt as though I was teetering close to the edge. I pulled my body away from hers and looked down at her.

“I need to be inside you,” I said.

She stood up, still gripping my cock, and led me over to the couch, “I missed you, Harrison,” she said as she bent over. I went deep inside of her, slowly on the first-time in. She moaned as she reached behind, spreading her cheeks apart further. I gripped a handful of her hair and went in harder, smacking her ass with each thrust. Her cheeks jiggled as she moaned louder and louder the deeper I went. I pushed her head down into the pillow as she arched her back further into me. She gripped the pillow as I thrust harder inside of her.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop!” she yelled as I kept going.

I flipped her over as she wrapped her legs around my waist as sweat dripped from my forehead. Her breasts bounced up and down relentlessly as I slid my hand around her throat. I bit my bottom lip as she opened her mouth, screaming silence into the air. She was going to receive every ounce of aggression that I had pinned inside of me. She held onto my forearms as I slammed my cock in and out of her.

“I’m about to come,” I said as I felt my climax approaching.

I yelled out as I came into her. I kept pumping as her tight walls gripped the edges of my cock. When I finished, she relaxed her legs from around my waist, breathing heavily on top of the couch

I woke up with my cock in my hand and come all over my torso and bedsheets. Fuck. I leaned my head backwards onto the pillow once I realized it was all just a dream. It had been weeks since I saw Carina and I missed every inch of her. I couldn’t believe that I had come to a point in my life where I contemplated leaving the force just to start a life with her. I never imagined a time like this, especially since I never imagined myself settling down anytime soon. Carina was different though and it didn’t take me long to figure that out.

I threw my covers off and carried myself into the bathroom. It was almost 7 am when I came back to the bedroom. I snatched the covers off the bed and replaced them so I could lay back down. On my nightstand, my phone buzzed from a voicemail that I didn’t know I received. When I saw that the missed call was from Carina, I rubbed my eyes to make sure that I wasn’t imagining her name flashing across my screen. I pressed the voicemail button and listened to her voice.

It was something I was waiting to hear for a while now and before that phone call, I was sure that I would never speak to her or hear from her again. I looked down at my watch and saw that it was too early to call her back, so I decided to wait until later that morning. I laid back down and attempted to fall back asleep but images of Carina fluttered through my mind. I sat up with a long sigh and grabbed my phone to go through my emails to see what O’Malley wanted from me. We were due for another meeting and I knew he would be pissed once he found out that I hadn’t made much progress through Carina, but the fact that I saw Mason with Nico was enough to keep him at bay. I followed that trail for the past week, but I didn’t find anything that was worth mentioning. Nothing that was concrete evidence anyway.

If Mason was one of the crooked cops, then he did a hell of a job hiding it because I never would’ve suspected a thing from him. He had acted a little strange when he realized I was on the Dellucci case, but Mason was always a little bit strange. I scrolled down my phone and landed on the email O’Malley sent, ordering me to meet with him at our spot later that afternoon. Fuck. I was so fucked when it comes to that meeting. I tossed the phone onto the nightstand and tried to close my eyes again, but it was no use.

When my clock finally read 8 AM I grabbed my phone and called Carina. Her voice was groggy when she picked up.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Carina. I just got your voicemail.”

“Oh, right. What time is it?”

“Just past 8 am, aren’t you supposed to be getting up for school?”

She stifled a yawn. “Yeah, I’m getting up now. I have to be there by 8:30. Are you busy later? I wanted to talk to you about stuff.”

“No, I’ll make time for you this evening. Maybe we can step out somewhere and talk.”

“Yeah, I’d like that.”

“Alright. Well, I’ll call you later on then, ok?”

“Sounds good.”

“Alright.”

I hung up the phone. I was excited to see her again, but O’Malley’s warning started to become the annoying voice inside my head. Could she be setting me up like he thought? Did she tell her family about me? If she did, then would they be there ready to take me out? I’d been in dangerous situations before and I always made it out alive, so I wasn’t really worried about that happening. I just had to make sure I was prepared in case I did end up in that situation.

I got dressed and made my way to meet with O’Malley outside of the abandoned building. When I got there, he puffed on a cigar the same way he always did. I stifled a laugh because with the cigar and the damn fedora he was wearing, he looked like a private detective from one of those old movies. He stood just to the side of his vehicle with his eyes locked on my every movement. He spoke through a cloud of smoke as I approached him.

“Tell me something good, Harrison.”

“I wish I could.”

“Don’t bullshit me. You’ve been on this case for nearly a month, so spit it out.” I took a deep breath and folded my arms over my chest. The only progress I’d made was seeing Mason meet with Nico. And I wasn’t about to bring that to O’Malley’s attention just yet. I wanted to be sure before I threw one of my friends under the bus. I didn’t say another word and after that, he knew I wasn’t bullshitting.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Harrison?! What in the holy fuck is wrong with you!? One fucking month on this case and you don’t have shit for me? Huh? What the fuck are you doing? Wasting my time and money while you twiddle your fucking dick in the process?”

“No, Captain. I am just having a hard time going–”

“That Carina, huh? She’s got you wrapped around her little fucking finger, doesn’t she? God, damn it,” he said, laughing. Not in a way that signaled joy, but in a way, that showed how pathetic I was in his eyes.

“If I would’ve known that you couldn’t handle this shit, I would’ve never put you on the case. You are a fucking embarrassment right now, Harrison. A complete and total embarrassment. What do you have to say for yourself?”

A brisk wind blew against our bodies and carried the cigar smoke off into the distance. I squinted my eyes at the freeway as a herd of cars sped past us. After a moment of silence, he finally spoke again.

“You know what, Harrison? I’ve had enough of this bullshit. You are off the case.”

“What?” I felt my heart rate start to pick up. I had never been taken off a case.

“You heard me. You are off the fucking case. I am tired of you pussyfooting so now, you can go and do whatever you need to with that Carina girl. You can help her family for all I care because right now, I am suspending you from the force.”

I clenched my fist as I felt anger course through my veins.

“For what?”

“Non-compliance. Insubordination. Fucking treachery. You pick. Give me your badge and your fucking gun, Harrison.” I glared at him as he loomed just ahead of me. After all I had fucking done for him. I’ve had several successful undercover operations under his watch, and now because this one was taking a little bit longer than expected, he had to fucking fly off the handle. He took another puff of his cigar as the ashes glowed on the butt.

“Your fucking badge,” he said with the cigar dangling from his lips, “and your gun. I will not ask you again.”

I reached into my waistband and pulled my gun out. “Slowly,” he said as I removed it from the holster. I put the gun on the hood of his vehicle, then tossed my badge right beside it. He took the cigar out of his mouth.

“Good. Now, you have some time to clear your fucking mind. Hopefully, a few weeks will help you remember what fucking side you are on. Until then, I don’t even want to see your face at the precinct. If I do, I will have you arrested for interfering with police business.”

He took the gun and my badge off the hood of his car, then got inside and drove off, leaving me standing alone near the abandoned warehouse.

Fucking prick. One way or the other, I was going to get to the bottom of this shit, with or without the shield.