The radio in the car was off as I drove to the police station. Silence was what I needed. My head was so muddled with too many thoughts. His cock splitting my legs wide open, his sculpted arms flexing as he fucked me hard. Why did Dagger have to be so damn hot? Why did he have to be an outlaw? Could our worlds really work together? Could a relationship survive?
I didn't want to think about Dagger anymore. I finally had a plan to keep the streets safe. I searched my purse in the passenger seat and pulled out the folded piece of paper. Weapon stashes, drug locations, and whorehouses. This was everything I needed to take down The Death Merchants. Or at least hurt them enough to get them to back down.
But doing this would give more power to the Devil's Hellions MC. Like Dagger said, “Lesser of two evils.” Dagger might be a criminal but at least he didn't want a war. A battle that could cost hundreds of innocents their lives. The Mexicans had to be stopped.
Officer Moore met me in the parking lot of the station as I got out of my car. “What's going on, Officer?”
Moore fumbled around until he found the words. “Good morning, Sheriff. We got a call early this morning about a shootout with the Blacks and Mexicans.”
“How many dead?” I asked, locking my car and walking with purpose into the station.
“At least five. Two of them were a couple eating dinner at a restaurant across the street.”
My heart dropped. It had already begun. This plan needed to go into effect right away. “Moore, I need everyone here today. I mean everyone. We're going to raid the Mexicans.”
“What about...the shooting, Sheriff?” Moore stuttered.
“We already know who did it. Not much we can do there. Send two guys over to process the crime scene. The rest need to be here.”
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The raid turned out to be the biggest in Sacks County history. Millions of dollars of drugs were confiscated, weapons were taken off the street, illegal whorehouses were shut down. Twenty Death Merchant members were arrested. Our jail was filled to capacity and the judge was going to have a full plate.
The mayor held a press conference and this time I wasn't nervous as I took the stage. My position as Sheriff was confirmed and the people believed that I could really turn things around in this town. But what about Dagger and I?
A few days passed and I hadn't heard from him. My body longed for him and touching myself at night was the only way to relax. Was he just using me for my position? Now that the Mexicans were dealt with, was our business transaction over? Should I try and contact him? Too many questions and no answers.