“How the fuck did you get my address?” Melissa asked me, standing in the doorway, wearing some gray sweatpants and a baggy shirt. Goddamn she was so fucking hot even when she dressed down. I had expected a better response than that after our crazy morning we had together.
I smiled and replied, “You have to know now, Sheriff, that I have access to all sorts of information.”
She rolled her eyes at me, not giving up an inch. “I'm sure you have every officer in your pocket. So why the fuck are you here then?”
She wasn't that far off about the officers. We paid a pretty penny to the cops to make sure they would keep off our backs. Of course, that was when Mendoza was Sheriff and played along. Somehow I didn't think Melissa would take a bribe. “I wanted to speak to you about the Mexicans.”
Melissa narrowed her eyes at me. She looked so fuckable when she was angry.“Well you can come to the station tomorrow and we can talk.”
A skinny Asian guy came walking down the hallway with a grocery bag. “Order for Ms. White.”
“Let me go get my purse.” Melissa opened the door all the way and went to the kitchen. The delivery boy walked inside her apartment and I took the opportunity to do the same.
Melissa came back with her wallet and threw me an evil glance. She turned back to the delivery boy. “How much do I owe you?”
I stepped further into her apartment while she paid for the food. The smell of Chinese food filled the room and made my stomach grumble. Her living room was almost completely empty save for a small box TV. I'd seen crack houses that were better furnished.
Melissa closed the door behind the delivery boy and turned towards me. “You know, you got a lot of nerve.”
I ignored her remark. “You would think a Sheriff's salary would afford you some furniture.”
Melissa scoffed and blocked my way from going into the kitchen. “I haven't had time to pick out furniture yet.”
I made a u-turn from the kitchen and walked towards the bedroom. Melissa chased after me but was too late. A lone sleeping bag stood in the middle of the room and a pile of dirty clothes were laying in the corner. “You should at least get a bed. And this place could use some color.”
Melissa weaseled around me and pushed me out of her bedroom, her cheeks all flushed. “Don't go in there.” She wasn't wearing a bra and her hard nipples were poking through the baggy shirt. It took all the willpower in the world to keep myself from grabbing those nice tits.
You're not here for that, Dagger. Focus on the task at hand.
“Nothing to be embarrassed about.” I chuckled. We walked back into the living room and a red tabby cat came out from the bedroom and began bumping her head against my leg.
“Belle, what are you doing!” Melissa shrieked.
“I think your cat likes me,” I said, crouching down to pet her.
“Usually, Belle doesn't let anyone touch her.”
“Good girl,” I whispered to the cat, rubbing her chin.
“Do you want some Chinese?” Melissa asked, unpacking little takeout boxes from the plastic bag.
I smiled and stood up. “I thought you'd never ask.”
Melissa spooned some fried rice and spicy pork on a plate for me. She dropped a napkin on the floor and bent over to pick it up. I admired her hot ass in those tight sweatpants and her eyes caught me but I didn't care. “I'm sorry, I don't really have a dining table yet or chairs.”
“Don't worry about it. Here's fine.” I sat down in the middle of the living room on the carpet and took a bite of rice. The food instantly settled my stomach down.
Melissa sat across from me and began chowing down. She ate like an animal, shoveling pork into her mouth like she was at a eating competition. Not the most attractive eater. “So what do you have to tell me about the Mexicans?” she asked with her mouthful.
I cleared the food in my throat. “The Mexicans hit one of my supply houses.”
“Good for them,” she replied, smirking and taking another bite.
I sneered at her. “It's in my best interest to get the Mexicans to back down. I don't want to lose half of my MC going to war with them. The Blacks are already bleeding bodies.”
“And what do you want me to do about that?”
The Sheriff already knew where I was heading but she was wanted to play games. She needed this just as much as I did. But she wanted me to beg for her help. “I can give you intel about the Mexicans. Information that will lead to some big busts for you. Get you on the front page of the paper.”
Melissa wiped her mouth with a napkin and set the paper plate on the carpet. “I'm not in this for the fame, Dagger. I just want to keep this town safe.”
I put my food down too. “Then lets help each other.”
Melissa thought about it for a moment. “So you need the cops to put the heat on the Mexicans so they'll be too busy with the Blacks and us to retaliate against you.”
Nothing got past her. It was crazy how she could see the whole picture so easily. “In so many words, yes. But this could be a big win for you. I know locations of weapon stashes, drug labs, and whorehouses.”
Melissa grabbed Belle as she passed by and began petting her. “And you want the police department to do the dirty work for you?”
The cat's eyes closed and she settled in to Melissa's lap. “Who would you rather ally with? Devil's Hellions MC or The Death Merchants.”
“If I had a choice—neither. But if I don't help you, then this 'war' might get out of hand.”
“We're the lesser of two evils, Sheriff.”
Melissa firmed her lips as she contemplated my proposition. I couldn't keep my eyes off her. My cock was hammering in my pants as we argued. I needed to feel that warm pussy again. I never fucked the same girl twice but Melissa was different. She was smarter than all the trailer-trash bitches I'd been with combined. And her body was so fucking hot. Why she had to hide it all under a boring uniform was beyond me.
Melissa could sense the desire in my eyes. My animal instinct took over as I crawled across the carpet towards her. Belle jumped off her lap with a meow and ran to the bedroom. Melissa kept shaking her head as I approached her. “No...Dagger...we can't do this again.”
My lips reached hers and everything fell back into place.