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Sly : SBMC Maryland(8)
Author: Erin Trejo

“I need you, Sly,” I whisper against his lips. His cock jerks inside of me and I moan into his mouth. He slowly comes back to me, moving his hips. Each glide of him inside of me causes me to clench around him. He groans and kisses me. His lips are soft, perfect even. A man who has ruined lives, a man who is ruthless as hell and yet there’s a subtleness about him that I crave. His contradictions shouldn’t make sense, but they do to me. What is wrong with me?

“You feel so good,” he whispers. He sits up, his thumb coming up to his mouth. I watch him suck it into his mouth before moving it to find my clit. Rockets shoot through my body, my back arching off the bed as he presses down. The faster he circles it, the higher I feel. Each thrust, each swirl. I come in a haze of bright lights. I scream his name, arch into him. A few more thrusts and Sly comes too. His seed hits me deeply, filling me with all of his pent-up frustrations.

“I’ll never do that to you again,” he says as he places kisses down my neck. My fingers find the back of his neck, and I trail my nails along his scalp. He groans and jerks inside of me once more.

“You have done something no one has been able to make me do in months.”

“What’s that, darlin’?”

“Feel.”

 

 

Chapter Eight

 

 

“Get the fuck up!” I roar as I aim the gun at the back of this guy’s head.

“I’m up, motherfucker!” he growls back. I smirk as he spins around, his hands in the air. I move closer, backing him into the wall behind him. His eyes are cloudy, like he’s been on an all-night bender. Judging by the shit in his room, he has been.

“I want answers,” I tell him. He smirks.

“Don’t we all.”

“James Davies. You had one motherfuckin’ job to do. Just one. Find out who was on the inside of the local police station before we blew it. That was it. Seemed like an easy enough job, yeah?” His eyes narrow as he looks at me. This motherfucker, James, is the one we hired to stake out the police station before we blew it. He had strict orders to give us the name of every man inside. He didn’t do that.

“What the fuck, Sly? I told you every single person that was in there!”

“No, you didn’t. There were three others. Three that you forgot to mention!” I roar as Gauge comes to stand next to me. He pulls the pictures free of the dead burnt up bodies and tosses them at the asshole. He catches them and smirks.

“Should I be able to tell who the fuck this is?” he asks holding them up. I stuff my gun into the back of my jeans before pulling my knife free. Placing it at the base of his throat, I press just enough to get a little blood.

“You should since you knew they were in the motherfuckin’ buildin’!”

“Fuck this shit, Sly. I gave you everyone that was in there. It was the same list that Lauren gave Wolf,” he says trying to talk his way out of this.

“Give him the other pictures,” I say. Gauge pulls the pictures out of his folder and passes them to James. He looks them over, his eyes widening as he does.

“No. No fucking way! They weren’t in there, Sly! I swear to fuck,” he roars. I pull the knife away, running my free hand through my hair. Taking a step back, James looks through all the photos once more.

“How didn’t anyone know they were in there?” I ask more to myself than anyone else.

“This is fucked up,” Wolf says under his breath. I move to sit on the couch, trying to think this over. Those three men shouldn’t have been there. They shouldn’t have been inside that building or anywhere near it. The thought alone causes an ache in my chest. This shouldn’t have happened this way.

“You good, brother?” Shaft asks, coming to sit next to me.

“Fuck no, I’m not good! He wasn’t supposed to be there, Shaft! Fuck! Chris was like a goddamn brother to me.” I lower my head and let that sink in. The one person who ever really gave a damn about me. I met Chris many years ago. He was new to the force. He wasn’t dirty like most others, but he wasn’t a prick either. He knew who I was, and I found out who he was. It was a mutual thing. We kept out of each other’s backyards and didn’t drag work into our personal lives. Chris was a good man, had a heart of fucking gold.

“I’m sorry, brother.” Gauge’s hand lands on my shoulder when James moves to sit in front of us.

“He wasn’t in there, Sly. Not when I was and I came out three minutes before you blew that shit, man. I counted them down. I would have warned you if there were any extras.” I nod my head because I believe James would have told us. He knows the outcome if he didn’t.

“It makes no sense. Lauren never mentioned them to Wolf, you didn’t see them in there. What the hell were they doin’?” I ask, basically to myself. My stomach is in knots as I think about it. His life was wasted. Fucking wasted for nothing! I shove off the couch and storm toward the door. I need some fucking air and space. As soon as I step outside, I light up a cigarette and inhale. This is bullshit. I need to know what he was doing there. Pulling my cell phone out, I dial one of our other contacts.

“Yeah?”

“Long time no talk,” I say.

“Thank God for small miracles. What do you need, Sly?” Agent Baptista asks. We’ve had a long term understanding with each other too for different reasons.

“I need a favor. There was an explosion a couple months back over here. Blew the entire station.”

“Yeah, I heard about that. What do you need?” He knows it was us. There’s no way he couldn’t but he won’t come right out and say it.

“There were three other bodies ID’d in that mess. Three cops from Baltimore. I need to know what the fuck they were doin’ in there,” I tell him as I blow smoke into the air.

“Jesus. You kidding me?”

“Wish I was.”

“Got names?”

“Christopher Evans, Larry Topher, and Dan McKnile.”

“Chris? Son of a bitch, Sly. I’m sorry man.”

“Yeah, me too. I need to know what the hell he was doin’ there,” I remind him. I hear him sigh into the line.

“I’ll look into it. I’ll let you know what I come up with,” he says sounding as sad as I feel. Chris wasn’t just a cop, not by any means.

“Appreciate it.” I hang up and lean against the wall of the apartment building with my eyes closed. This is all bullshit. I want blood but whose? James wouldn’t have lied. He knows us better than that. Lauren’s already dead, so I can’t kill that bitch again.

“Fucked-up shit, Prez.”

“Damn right it is.”

“Don’t go blamin’ yourself for this shit,” Gauge says seeing the look in my eyes when I glance over at him.

“You shittin’ me right now? I gave the fuckin’ order, Gauge! This shit is my fault!”

 

 

Chapter Nine

 

 

“You are getting in too deep,” Deb says as I sit at the table. I shake my head and look away from her glare.

“She’s right, Fabiola. You’ve been hanging around there for months and you have no information.” I jerk my eyes to meet Chief Brody’s. Fuck him. He doesn’t know what it’s like in there.

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