Authors: Geri Glenn
A Kings of Korruption MC Novel
©Geri Glenn, 2016
Daniel is a work of fiction. All characters, organizations and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously.
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Wicked by Design
This story was originally written for the OAMC Anthology that went to benefit Project Semicolon. An incredible organization, and a cause near and dear to my own heart. Mental health is so very important. This book is for anyone who ever felt alone.
hat did you just say?” I ask, feeling like I’ve just been punched in the stomach.
The officer smirks and shakes his head. “Look sweetheart, I know you’re worried about your brother, but the truth is, punks like him go missing every day. He’ll turn up a couple of weeks from now in some crack house, strung out and looking for his next hit. We don’t have time for that shit. I’ll file the paperwork, but I doubt we’ll find him.”
With every word he speaks, my heart pounds faster and my anger grows. My nineteen-year-old brother hasn’t been home in two days and I know something is wrong. Derrick wouldn’t do that. He wouldn’t just leave me all alone like that. I don’t know what to do. Going to the police is what you’re supposed to do when someone you love goes missing. Now this cop is telling me that they don’t have the time “for that shit”?
I clench my fists, take a deep breath, and try to calm my racing thoughts but it’s no use. Worry and fear for my brother, combined with the anger I feel at this asshole cop, bubble up to the surface and overflow.
“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” I shriek, as I jump to my feet. “My little brother is
! You’re the
! And you’re telling me you don’t have time for this shit?”
He leans back in his chair and cocks an eyebrow at me. “I’m gonna have to ask you to sit down, Miss Monroe.”
I stare at him in disbelief. His eyes bore into mine, daring me to argue. Just seeing that look on his face allows the hopelessness I feel to overwhelm me. My breaths come in short and shallow pants. I take a deep breath in an attempt to slow it down and collect my thoughts.
“I said sit
My eyes widen. I can barely contain the anger in my shaking voice. “I want to talk to someone else.”
He chuckles humourlessly. “Sorry, honey. I’m the best you’re gonna get. Now sit down and let’s fill out the paperwork. It’s almost lunchtime and I have a burger with my name on it waiting down at the diner.”
I can’t even look at this guy. This was a waste of time. Turning, I wrench open the door and storm from the room, retracing my steps to find the exit. My face heats with rage and I feel murderous. Through the haze of my anger I see several people milling about, both in and out of uniform, as I pass. Behind me I can hear the cop running after me, angrily calling my name.
“Miss Monroe! Miss Monroe!” I keep storming, the heavy door to the lobby now in sight. “Miss Monroe! Stop right there!”
Narrowing my eyes, I freeze and slowly turn to face him. His face is reddened and a thin sheen of sweat has formed on his brow below his receding hairline. He opens his mouth to speak but I throw up my hand effectively cutting him off before he even gets started.
“Forget it! You’re a fucking prick. I’ll find my brother myself! I don’t know how I’m gonna do that, but I refuse to waste my time on a report that you likely won’t even file. Now, fuck you very much but I need to get out there and find my brother!”
With those parting words out of my mouth, I spin around intending to continue my storm out of the building but come face-to-chest with an officer wearing dress pants and a dark grey button-down shirt. Just as I’m about to slam into him, he raises his hands to my shoulders and stops me. He’s tall. Very tall.
I lift my eyes, pissed that he’s trying to stop me. I open my mouth to argue, but pause when I see him glaring over my shoulder. “What’s going on here, Frank?”
I continue to stare up at his chin, unsure of what to do next, when I hear from behind me, “Miss Monroe here wanted to report a missing person. I was trying to help her do that when she went crazy and stormed out.”
The man’s chin tips down and I find myself looking into the most beautiful pair of green eyes I’ve ever seen. “Is that true Ma’am?”
I stare at him another beat before realizing that he just asked me a question. Clearing my throat, I think back to what has just been said and I snap out of my daze. I am instantly furious all over again.
Pulling back, I slam my fists onto my hips and turn my body so that I can see both officers. “No it is not!” I declare. “I came in to get help finding my brother, and this guy,” I jab my thumb in the direction of Officer Asshole, “said he was likely strung out in a crack house and that he didn’t have time for this shit.” I look back to the concerned officer. “I just want to find my brother. I don’t have time to waste at a police station if nobody is going to help me.”
He stares at me while I tell my story, his jaw clenched tightly as I speak. When I am done his eyes swing to the other officer. “Frank, I’m reporting this.”
Frank rolls his eyes. “Whatever, man. The kid she’s looking for is a punk. He’s messed up with the Crips. There’s no way in hell we’re gonna find him.”
The well-dressed officer’s body is visibly tight and I can feel the anger coming off him in waves so I’m surprised when his eyes focus on me with a softness that makes my belly flutter. “Ma’am, please. Let me work on this with you. Of course we will do everything we can to find your brother.”
I hear Officer Asshole scoff at his co-worker’s words but I’m too busy staring up at this beautiful policeman who is finally offering me some hope. My eyes wide and filling with tears of gratitude, I nod slowly. He gently takes my elbow and leads me past the indignant cop and right back to the room I just left.
“Have a seat. I’ll be back in just a few minutes.”
I nod at him wordlessly and slide back down into my still-warm seat. He stares at me for a moment before returning my nod and walking back out into the hallway, closing the door behind him.
My mind is spinning. My anger at that jerk cop has my body shaking with adrenaline, but now that I know this new guy is going to help me, I am filled with relief. I just want to find Derrick. He’s all I have left since Mom moved away to live with her new husband, who Derrick and I hate with a passion.
Just then, a loud smash from out in the hallway makes me jump in my seat. This is quickly followed by angry shouts. I can’t make out the words from behind the closed door, but I do recognize the voice of Officer Asshole. The shouts are quickly followed by a low, gruff mumble and then silence.
I sit quietly, ears straining to hear what comes next, but there’s nothing. A few seconds later, the door opens and in walks the new cop. “Alright, Miss Monroe. Let’s get working on finding your brother.”