Chapter 5: Jake

"Summers get in here." The Cap did not sound happy. I wonder what was up his ass this time? There was no love lost between him and I but I liked to keep the peace and since I was going to be gone there was no point in rattling his cage.

He'd just use it as an excuse to fuck with my team in my absence and then they'd have to extract my foot from his ass when I came back "Hey Cap what's up? I can't stay long I need to be on the road in ten."

I'd only stopped in to clear off my desk and make sure I didn't leave anything hanging. My guys knew what they needed to do in my absence, that's why they were my guys.

"You took a Russian dignitary into custody without clearing it with me?" He was belligerent and pissed way the fuck off which was his usual attitude when dealing with me. He'd also apparently forgotten to take his meds or some fuck this morning.

My steady glare was all that was needed to remind him just who the fuck he was talking to, but just in case. "Uh captain, you seem to be forgetting something." He folded his arms and rocked back and forth on his heels. The potbelly and receding hairline went with the job I guess, too many years of riding a desk and pushing papers.

"I'm still the captain of this precinct and..." I held my hand up out of respect to flow his diarrhea of the mouth. "My division has nothing to do with your house and you know it. We've been here before you know the drill. You have a problem call up the Supe."

I knew he would hate that even more. He resented everything about me, the fact that he thought I was too young to carry the power within the force that I did, the fact that I was a transplant. He had a shit load of grievances against yours truly and I could give a shit.

The Superintendent was my direct boss he's the only one I answered to. Who he answered to I didn't know and didn't care. It was the deal I'd made when I came on board. I wanted my own team, men and women that held true to the same ideals.

People I knew wouldn't shank me in the back for a quick payday. I also wanted full control within reason and that's what I'd gotten. There had been a lot of rumbling from certain quarters and still were but as long as I kept pulling down the hard jobs they were shitting in the wind.

The Supe was my kind of guy, he'd joined the force a hundred years ago it seemed like and he still remembered why he'd done it, and held true. How he got promoted with his clean record is a mystery.

I know damn good and well that the higher you climbed the dirtier the pool, like this fuck standing here in front of me. When I get back, one of the first things I'm going to do is look into his shit.

I've been hearing way too many rumblings of late of evidence in high-ranking cases disappearing, witnesses being gunned down while they were supposed to be under protection.

My division was a separate entity altogether yes, but some of his boys had been slipping through my backdoor at night asking for my expertise. I hated to put them off but I had to until I took care of my shit.

That took precedence over everything else. She's been twenty-one for almost a damn year already, but work and commitments had kept me here. Now I was free to go if only this fuck would get his head out his ass already.

"I don't like this one bit." I hope he wasn't expecting me to answer that shit, he knew better, and the fact that he was keeping me from my girl was only burying his ass deeper. The Supe had asked me to play nice with this asshole so for him I would try but if he fucked with me I'd hand him his ass.

"I'm sure you're well aware by now that I pretty much don't care what you like or dislike. Why don't you write a memo and stick it on that wall over there with all the rest of that shit? I don't work for you, the sooner you get that through your head the sooner we can forego these little chats, now if you're done I've got shit to do and you're fucking with my schedule."

So much for playing nice; but the sight of him standing there looking all pompous when I already knew, and his own men were now coming to believe that he was dirty, was fucking with my head.

Men that were supposed to be able to trust him with their lives were afraid to do their jobs because they didn't know if they'd come out alive. I have no respect for his ass and the longer he keeps me in his company the more chance of him finding that shit out, and not in a good way.

After a little more hemming and hawing and fishing for information which he was never going to get from me, I walked out of his office and went to do what I'd come here for in the first place. I needed to be on the road in a few hours.

Ever since I'd made that call it's as if my dick had a mind of its own, the fucker's been nagging me on and off for hours. He knew he was going home soon and since we were in the last stretch his patience had worn thin. "I hear you boy we'll have her soon enough, just a few more hours and we'll get to see her and taste her again."