10-80: Line of Duty Series (8 page)

T
hese double shifts
were absolutely killing my workout routine, my sleep and my social life. Nowadays, I spent more time thinking about what time I could steal away with D’asia rather than go out with any of the guys. She had Zee, I had work, but I just wanted to be with her.

The morning dragged to the point that at around 10:00 AM, Sal asked what crawled up my ass.

“Nothing, just hate doing these doubles.”

“Well, why’d you sign up for them?” Sal asked. “I know you hate for me to say it, but your mom could so help you with that thing.”

“Fuck no.” I shook my head. “This is me. I am doing this for me.”

“Honorable, but you can’t keep it up.” Sal nodded.

“I just have to do it for a little while more.”

“Yeah, let’s hope you make it that long. How’s the hottie?”

“The hottie’s name is D’asia and she’s fine.”

“Well, she is
fine
, but how are you both doing?” He shoved a donut in his mouth and mumbled with crumbs falling from his lips, “last time I heard, you guys were fussing about a ride.”

“No, it’s cool. I fixed that. She was scared about me beating that guy up.”

“You’re a fucking cop, what did she think you were going to do?” he asked.

“Well, I don’t think that reality hit her until that moment and on top of that, I kind of lost it on him.”

“Yeah, I’ll say. His face looked like it hit a brick, not a fist.” Sal raised his eyebrow at me. “Hope you got that shit under control.”

I turned to see he was looking at me. No smiles, no jokes, but concern.

“Yeah, man. I’m good.”

N
oon slowly rolled around
and I made my way to
The Trap
. Not too many people were out, but just to cover my tracks, I knocked on a few other doors in the building that had recent cases and ‘checked in’. Even the guy next door to D’asia. He was a bit brisk, but he had brutally lost his mother so some of that was to be expected. Instead of knocking on her door, I text her letting her know I was outside, for fear that someone would hear me knocking on another door.

A moment later, she unlocked all three locks and took off the latch, opening the door with the hugest smile on her face.

Before I could stop to think, I walked through the threshold, wrapped both arms around her waist, lifting her so I could take her lips. When I finally stopped, she pulled back and said, “Well, hello to you too.”

“Yeah, hello.” I replied, while she locked the doors. “It smells delicious in here.”

She had on a short summer dress, tights, and yellow flip flops that matched the dress. I took off my coat, which she hung on the rack next to wobbly table she always held when opening the front door.

“Thanks.” She led the way to the kitchen where a spread was already on the table with serving spoons and knives. Spaghetti, garlic bread, salad and juice. “I know you’re on duty, but I planned to have a little wine.”

“That’s fine, sweetness.” I moved to the place she pointed for me to have a seat. “You like to cook?”

“Yeah, according to Zee, I’m a badass cook.” She smiled, then added, “But I think he’s just a hungry growing boy.”

“I’ll be the judge of that.” I sat down.

After loading my plate and waiting for her, we dove in. It was some
good
ass food and had a few different spices I didn’t recognize, but it all went together and I had a second helping.

“So since I’m working a double shift and protecting the mean New York City streets, doesn’t my girl want to give me a container of this to eat for dinner?” I asked.

D’asia erupted in laughter, as she got up shaking her head.

“First of all,” she started after she called down. “I have no idea who your
girl
is. And second, you can take some if you would like.”

Here she goes with this shit. I’d have to teach her how this went. No sex in five years. Raising her brother by herself. No help, no support. I’d gladly teach her.

Coming up behind her as she started to rinse off the dishes, I turned the faucet off as I enveloped her into the counter. Her ass moved back into mine, causing a stir, which she knew because she started to move it around my crouch.

Goddamn
.

Sexy and she knew it.

I moved her hair off her shoulder to see the slightly darker mark I left on at the club and it was still visible. Aiming for that same spot, I bent down and started to suck on it again. Her arm reached back, pulling me further into her. My hips started to make circles, matching her movements. The little moans that escaped her mouth and sighs were turning me all the way on.

Pulling away from her neck, I turned her around, and lifted her up with her legs wrapped around my waist.

“Ready,” I whispered against her lips.

“I’m ready.” She grabbed my ears and kissed me.

It wasn’t just a peck, it was with an urgency that I wanted to fill right then and there.

I carried her to the bedroom and gently laid her down. Before I could reach for the bottom of her dress, she was up and unbuckling my pants. I opened my mouth to say something, but she quickly, hushed me.

“Shhhh.”

I took off my holster attached to the waistband of my pants and once they were open, her greedy hand pulled my cock out of the black boxers and wrapped her pouty lips around me.

Goddamn
!

All thoughts escaped my mind as I watched her take me in and out of her precious mouth. Her tongue trailing and causing all sorts of tingling electricity through my body. Her left hand dropped to massage my sac and fuck it, but I swear she was trying to make me come right in her mouth. Slowly she pulled me out of her mouth, and wrapped what little of her hand fit around my cock and stroked it up and down. Then she turned over so she was on her knees, then bent down with her head facing me to lick my balls.

“Yes, sweetness.” I crooned. “Fuck, baby.”

She moaned against the sensitive skin that urged me to control what was about to happen, or she’d have me spilling my seed down her throat and not in her tight pussy.

I grabbed her by the hair and held her in place, so I could rub my cock up and down her face with my balls still in her mouth. Then I pulled my hips back, so she could take me again, but this time, I was fucking her face.

D’asia, on her knees, mouth wide open, and taking me deep was undoing everything. She was willing, waiting, and fucking loving it.

“D’asia.” I moaned her name as I tilted my head back and let go of her hair.

She grabbed hold of my cock and started to stroke it with both hands while licking the head. Then I felt her unbuttoning my shirt. When she was done, I tore my undershirt off and stepped out of my pants. She was upright with her knees on the bed. I took her dress off and pushed her down, so I could get her tights and panties down.

Her yelp quickly turned into laughter, once I tickled her side. She turned over to evade my attacks against her ribs, while I sat to take off my shoes and kick off my briefs. Once I finished, I pulled her leg, which brought her whole body to the end of the bed. Because now it was time for my dessert. I was kneeling on the floor, she sat up on her elbows and smirked at me.

“Still hungry?”

“No, this is just the icing on the cake.”

My mouth grabbed her nub and I begin to suck on it like a pacifier. Her hands immediately came to my head, with her fingers caressing my scalp.

“Oh God,” she called.

I didn’t mind her calling the big man, but I did want her to call me. I slid one finger into her wet entrance and she tensed as I pushed in. I continued to suck on her clit and using my tongue to flick it back and forth. Pushing in further, she moaned this time and did not clench up.

She was so wet, I knew she wanted this bad. I inserted another finger, causing her to gasp.

“Shh, sweetness, I got you.” I reassured and kept pushing.

After a few strokes, she relaxed and her soft moans started to get louder. If she was going to take me, she needed another finger. Flicking her clit with my thumb and applying another finger gave her too many things to focus on, which sent her in overload.

“Fuck, Ryan.” She yelled.

I went faster and pushed in more. Her entire body enveloped, as she grabbed me around my neck and bit my bottom lip. God, I let her as I felt her start to move on my three fingers inside her tight channel. She let me go and whispered, “Yes, Ryan. Right there.”

I pushed in faster and faster. Her eyes flew to the back of her head as the impending orgasm took over.

“God.” She cried. “Ryan. Yes, like that. Ryan. Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”

“Now, who’s my girl?”

“Wha...” She moaned.

“Who is my girl?” I circled her nub faster.

“Oh my God,” D’asia moaned as she lifted her hips. “Ahh, I am. I am.”

“Glad you see it my way.”

Rubbing that sensitive clit and pushing in her tight, soaking pussy was the fucking life. Her body tensed and she came all over my hands as I pulled out and moved her back up the bed. I wanted her to ride the wave, so I entered her little by little while I kept flicking her taut nub.

“Goddamn,” I said through clenched teeth.

She was extraordinarily tight. Virgin tight.

She had gasped when I first entered, but never exhaled. Meaning she was not breathing.

“Breath,” I nipped her lip with my teeth.

She blew out a sharp breath and gripped me under my arms and pulling me close. Her mouth was near my ear, when she uttered, “You feel so good.”

Slowly moving my hips, I pushed further in while she grabbed me harder. I pulled out, she moaned. I pushed in, she gasped. This continued until she was moaning on each action. Then she said, the magic words.

“Take me, Ryan.”

“Fuck.”

Leaning on my hands, I powered forward and stroked in her sweet pussy until I thought I would transform into the
Incredible Hulk
. Not from anger, but pure ecstasy. She was fucking everything. D’asia held on to me, meeting each thrust with her own and rocking with me as we made sweet…it was too early to call it love right?

Fuck if I knew, I just knew we fit. Tight and right.

S
he came
one more time before I left and that was from me rubbing her swollen clit, while I stroked in and out of her. I came with a long growl, spilling my seed inside of her.

After I had cleaned her up, she laid on my chest for another half an hour as her eyes were closed and her breathing was steady. My girl was knocked out. I needed to go because I was about to be back on duty and I had about an hour before schools let out.

“D’asia.” I whispered against her face, then kissed her forehead.

She stirred, then squeezed me tighter around my middle section. Chuckling, I turned her over, so I was on top.

“Huh?” She blinked up at me.

“I got to go, sweetheart. My shift starts and Zee will be home.”

Her lip turned up as she poked out the bottom one pouting. “You just got here.”

“Oh, don’t do that.” I kissed her lips. “I’d stay here all night if you let me.”

She smiled.

“Lock up behind me. Okay.” I kissed her again, then rolled off to put on my clothes.

She grabbed a robe as I dressed and went into the kitchen. When I came out of the bedroom, she had a container of spaghetti in a bag waiting for me.

“For tonight.” She smiled.

“Thanks, sweetness.” I pulled her to me again. “We on for this Friday after my shift, right?”

“Yeah, I’m sure Zee will stay with Reggie that night before they meet with you on Saturday morning.”

“Good and we’ll try again for Saturday?” I asked, trying not to bring up last weekend. “This time, I’ll cook you dinner at my place.”

“Okay, let me check with the Henrys to see if Zee can stay and I’ll let you know.”

“Good.” I grabbed her hand as we walked to the door. “Wish I could stay. How are you feeling?”

“I’m fine, Ryan. Go ahead before you’re late.” She lifted her hand to adjust the radio attached to my shoulder.

“Soak in Epson salt, so you’re not too sore. Also, there are these exer…” She cut me off and kissed me on the lips.

“Go.” D’asia said as she reached around me and unlocked the doors. “I’m a big girl.” She reached up and caressed my face with the back of her hand. “I appreciate your concern, but I’ve had sex before.”

Standing on her toes, she kissed my lips again. “Go.”

She steadied the table behind the door.

“Alright, I’ll call you tonight.”

Peeking my head out the door, I saw the coast was clear. I went down seven flights of stairs, checked-in with another resident who had a burglary a few weeks ago, then I left.

I was in too deep and I did not care.

T
he week went
by as fast as a turtle moves across a crowded park. It was still unreal to me that I slept with Ryan McFadden, the white cop that arrested my brother. I knew it wasn’t cool to keep referring to him like that, but that’s what he was and it scared me that he was becoming more than that. I wasn’t ready for all of those emotion, so putting him in the ‘no zone’ or the ‘unlikely’ category helped me to cope. Or at least I thought.

When Friday finally rolled around, I ensured that Zee was staying for two nights with the Henrys. Mrs. Henry warmly smiled and suggested that I wear the yellow nightie. Mr. Henry gave me a raised eyebrow and said, “Don’t have me going to jail for you.”

“Never that, Mr. Henry.” I replied with a smile.

“You know I will though, right.” He peeked over his newspaper.

“I know.”

Before I left, I pulled Mrs. Henry to the side.

“You need pointers on how to flirt?” Was her very first question.

I gasped, “Oh my God, no.”

“Oh, okay.” She smiled. “You are sure you have that under control though, right?”

A chuckle escaped me as I thought about her trying to show me how to flirt. “I’m good.”

“Okay, honey. What’s up?”

“So, my friend. He’s a little rough around the edges. Like, he doesn’t ask me. He tells me. Well, sometimes he does, but it’s like he’s already made up his mind. You know what I mean? And, he likes control. Like, he expects me to just obey him.” I fiddled with my sweaty fingers and then continued. “Does this make any sense?”

She raised an eyebrow at me. “Have you not met Reginald Henry?” She raised her hand in his direction.

My eyes became wide, then I burst out laughing.

Oh my gosh. She was right. Mr. Henry was just like that. He told you what it was going to be.

“Honey, that’s called an alpha man. There is no fine line about abusive and alphas. Abuse is abuse, but an alpha. Well, he wants, demands and gets control, but not by mere voice alone, but because he’s established a relationship with you that you know if you submit, so to speak, you’ll never regret it. You’re safe under his covering. That’s how Reg is to me. It may look weak to some women, but that man makes me feel loved, respected and cherished. If he says get on your knees, I’m getting on my damn knees. He would never degrade me or make me feel worthless. He’s bossy, but I like a man that knows what he wants and takes control.” She leaned to one side and put her hand on her hip. “If that is your man. Oh honey. Does he make you feel safe?”

A smile was already plastered on my face as she talked about Mr. Henry. Then when she asked if he made me feel safe, it widened. “Oh yes. He does not play when it comes to my safety. I thought it was just an occupational habit or what he’s seen on the job, but it’s just him.”

“Oh good. I love that for you. In this crazy world and your life thus far, you need someone to watch your back.”

Tears panged the back of my eyes. That was exactly how he made me feel, like he had my back. This police officer, who I just met.

“Alpha, huh?” I laughed in an attempt to regain my composure.

“Yes, I know all about them and girl, girl. It’s good too.” She raised her eyebrows at me.

I put my head down. Mrs. Henry was cool and all, but I was not at the place to talk to her about sex and especially not thinking about her and Mr. Henry. Although, he was a major catch. All the women talked about him, wishing ‘he leave his Nita’ is what they’d say. That man wasn’t going anywhere and neither was she. They knew what they had and that was good.

F
riday came faster
than I expected. Thanks to Mrs. Henry, I already had an outfit and about to get ready. Or so I thought, until I received the call.

“Ms. Carey,” a woman stated.

“Yes, this is she.”

“We have a Zeke Carey at the 81st Precinct. He was picked up for attempted robbery. Since he’s a minor, can you please come down to the station?”

My breath had left my body and I was no longer able to remain standing. As I slowly slid into the couch next to the phone, I realized my eyes were unfocused, my head was pounding and my dry mouth was parched.

“Ms. Carey?” the sterile woman called. “Ms. Carey.”

I tried to say something, but nothing came out.

It was just me.

Just me. Trying to provide for him. Trying to make ends meet. Our mother was on drugs. She left us to fin for ourselves, so she could feed her demon and I was twenty-fucking-three. I was not living my life of a single woman, I was living the life of a single parent. A guardian and this motherfucker was making it harder. I loved Zee with all my heart, but I could not handle the letdown. It felt personal. While he was out there trying to be in with people who would never amount to anything, I was busting my ass, on welfare, to keep a roof over our heads, so that he could have a chance. I felt like giving up. Telling them to keep his ass there. Maybe the injustice judicial system could teach him a lesson. Since our drug-addicted mother could not. How I had to come in on men in his room, high out their minds. They would have taken either him or me if the knife I carried with me at all times was not present. The crazy thing was Mr. Henry taught me how to use that sucka. I could wield a blade too. One guy had the opportunity to find out, but Zee. He’d never feel that pain under my watch. I wanted him to have a chance and he was fucking up, despite people trying to help him.

I couldn’t.

I wouldn’t.

Why was he doing this to me?

Hopelessness set in my spirit. I felt like there was no way out of our situation. He would fall prey to the streets and I would fall into the system. There was no escaping the hood. No leaving the remnants of it behind us. Why go to school? Why try to better myself? Why send him to get his education? What was the point? All of this was for nothing and I was a mouse, chasing a wives tail. I would never get off the treadmill of this life. And there was no helping me.

“Ma’am?”

“Y-yes.” I croaked as I didn’t even recognize my own voice.

“If it helps, he was in the store, so he went down too. There was nothing on him, but he was there.” She tried to reason.

That did help a little, but I knew that he knew he should not have been there in the first place.

“I’m on my way.” I mumbled as I grabbed my purse.

Once I reached the station, there was no one at the front. It was a damn police station, how could no one be at the front. I rang the bell in small intervals, but then I had enough and kept ringing it consistently. To the point that the bell was hopping off the desk. A few moments later, a red-head came out muttering her apologies and the fact that there was a visiting captain from another division. I could care less who was there to visit.

Once she gave me the information I needed, I was later escorted to the same place I was before. Half of me felt like the Henrys would have been there too, but it was just me.

Thirty minutes later an officer came out to tell me the same thing that the other officer told me over the phone.

“Well, I don’t understand. If he was simply there, why is he going down as an accessory to commit a robbery?” I asked, becoming more and more agitated.

I knew, but I needed it to be proven.

“Well, ma’am.”

“Stop calling me ma’am. My name is D’asia or its Ms. Carey to you.” I was utterly pissed.

“Well, Ms. Carey,” the young cop tried to calm me down. “Zeke was apparently the lookout for the robbery and that means…”

“Did he say he was the lookout?” I raised my voice. “No, I doubt he did and just because he’s a black boy in a damn store.” I stood up. “That does not mean he was an accomplice.” My voice was three times higher than normal.

“D’asia.” I heard a familiar voice firmly call my name.

I spun around and saw Ryan walking towards me at a faster than normal speed.

“What,” I snapped at him. “Zee is locked up because he was in the store.”

“No,” he grabbed me around my arm, moving me further away from the young cop.

His gray eyes pierced into mine when he lifted my chin and said, “He wasn’t arrested because he was in the store. He was being the lookout and that’s why he was gathered with the rest.”

“How do you know?” I was still yelling. “Were you there?”

“Yes, I was the arresting officer.” His voice was low and lethal.

My blood turned cold and deadly. Snatching my arm from out of his strong grip, he took a step into my space. Our noses were practically touching, when he said through gritted teeth, “We’ll talk about this later.”

My eyes narrowed and I leaned into him, saying, “There won’t be a later.”

Then I turned to walk away, but his hand grabbed my arm. “Oh, yes there will be.”

With my head swiveling around to give him the death glare, an authoritative voice called. “Officer McFadden.”

Ryan’s head looked up and a woman decked out in a full tailored uniform, was standing and looking at us weirdly, then turned a stern eye towards Ryan. She looked familiar but I could not place where I’d seen her before.

She walked over to us and said, “Introduce us to your friend.”

Ryan looked at her for a bit, then said, “This is D’asia.”

“Hi D’asia,” she annunciated my name. “How do you know Officer McFadden?”

Her inquiry seemed almost like that of a disapproving mother and not a commanding officer.

“Who are you?” I asked because I didn’t like being outnumbered by cops, but I also didn’t like being interrogated by them either.

“I’m Captain Leslie McFadden, the head of the 71st Division.” She leaned in, so only anyone in the vicinity could hear. “And this here is my son.”

“Mother,” Ryan snapped sharply.

“Yes,” she leaned back up and raised an eyebrow at him.

“Don’t.” He said through gritted teeth.

“Oh, I have only…”

“Listen, I have things to tend to.” I walked around the both of them and caught a glaring black-haired woman in a uniform glowering at me. She was standing directly behind the great Captain.

Rolling my eyes at her, I made my way to the restroom where I proceeded to call Professor Hillman. After explaining the situation to him, he gave me a few people to call and said he would also call the precinct.

Thirty more minutes later, Zee was released to me with a motion to appear in court in a few weeks. Neither of the McFadden’s were around to spew more of their venom or arrest us, so we made our way home.

“D’asia, I know you’re mad, but I swear these guys are relentless.” Zee pleaded.

“I don’t want to talk about it tonight.”

Which I really did not. My boiling point had already reached an all-time high. Anything I said at that point was bound to be reckless, heartless and inconsiderate.

“But you don’t understand, these guys made me go. I didn’t want to go. Reg ran away, but the guy had me by the neck and made me stand by the door. It’s all for a gang. I told them over and over again. I wasn’t trying to do that. They made me.”

“Zeke,” I yelled. “’I do not want to talk about this shit okay. I’m doing the best I can. You fight these motherfuckers til you can’t anymore or they’ll continue to push you over. What the fuck? I am by myself. I can’t fight your battles and mine. I’ve already taken on more than what I know to do with. All I ask is that you take your ass to school and stay out of fucking trouble. I don’t ask for shit. I ain’t ask for it.”

“D’asia, I swear to GOD!” He yelled. “They made me. I wouldn’t have put myself in that situation after the last time. These niggas are hunting. There is no fighting, when they want you, they go after you.” Tears were running down his eyes. “I swear D’asia. I’m sorry, but I’m telling you. I know you’re doing everything you can.”

“Fine, go get ready for dinner.”

He wiped the tears from his eyes, took two large steps and wrapped his arms around my neck. At first I just stood there, and then he started crying on my shoulder, so I hugged him back. He was really a good kid, but I just couldn’t continue like this.

He broke away and stalked into his room. Almost immediately, my phone rang. It was Mrs. Henry.

“Hey, honey. I heard what happened.” She said in a low voice.

“Yeah, we just got back. Glad Reggie escaped.”

“Well, not really. He wasn’t locked up, but he ran away, so he’s on someone’s list.” She sighed. “So, that means they are on Big Reggie’s list. He’s out now and I’m not sure if he’ll come home.”

“Ohh, don’t worry. Mr. Henry is known by everyone in the neighborhood. He’s highly respected.”

“Honey, these new guys have no respect for anyone.” She did not sound too sure. “I just. I don’t know. Just send a prayer.”

“Yeah, I am. I’m also going to talk to Kash because if I’m so protected, then my family should be as well.”

“Girl, be careful. I know he put you on, but like I said, these new guys have no respect.” Mrs. Henry warned.

“Okay, will do.” I breathed. “Should I send Zee over there early tomorrow for their community service?” I asked.

“No, Reggie is going to swing by and get him at 7:15 AM.” She replied.

“Okay, cool. I’ll let him know.” I nodded. “Thanks again for checking in.”

“Anytime.”

We hung up.