The Lone Wolf (11)

Cracker's POV

“No,” I deadpanned giving him the most placated smile I could muster. “You need to get back into your car and see if you can get a life.” I fluttered my lashes, and before he could spew off some more of his cop bullshit, I cut him off – again!

“You see,” I said pointing a finger at the hood. “My cooler is broken. That means I don’t have a ventilation system for my engine. In case you don’t know what that means – which I’m pretty sure you don’t! – it means that my motor gets overheated if I drive too fast and will break down. It costs approximately 1500 dollars to repair it and since I don’t shit money, I never drive faster than 30.”

His confused expression: priceless!

“So you see,” I finished, in the best Dhar Mann-style I knew: “I can’t have been doing 70 miles per hour! If I did, my engine would be a melted pile of scrape. Does my engine look like it’s about to combust?”

I almost laughed when he actually looked at the hood.

“That’s a ‘no’, in case you’re wondering. And yes, to the other question you're now wondering about.” I gave him my cutes smile and enjoyed the mixture of fear and conflict in his eyes. “Would I go to court for a bullshit speeding ticket? Yes! Yes, I would and you know what? I would even get you suspended, charged for harassment, and have you pay the court expenses. And let’s throw in some money for therapy to pay for this extremely traumatic experience as well, shall we?” I tapped my finger on my chin, pretending to be thinking. “How long before you’d be broke, officer? Math isn’t my strong suit…”

He scowled and turned so fast, I think he needed a speeding ticket. I smirked victoriously and reached down to start my car again, wondering what the hell all that was about---

“You also have a broken taillight!” The cop suddenly shouted.

I frowned.

“What---?!”

There was a loud bang and I screamed, knowing it was a gunshot. Max jumped and started barking, his loud howls filling the air. After what seemed like forever – and nobody was about to murder me! – my heart finally didn’t feel like it was about to jump out of my chest and I dared to look out the window to see what the hell was going on.

The officer was looking stupidly smug about something, nodding--- his gun?! – towards my taillight. Eyes wide I finally figured out what the son of a bitch had done!

He shot my fucking taillight

“Are you FUCKING kidding me?” I roared, fury mixed in with fear fueling my actions. I ripped the car door open so fast, it nearly knocked me back into the car before I marched myself right up to the smug-looking asshole who’d shot my car! “What---?”

“Is there a problem?” he said, faking innocence and just for show, held out his arms out to the sides in a non-threatening way.

“A big fucking problem!” I growled, not shy about getting in his face. “You just shot my car!”

Max was still barking up a storm but remained in the trunk. For a second, the cop sent him a nervous glance, but once he realized that the dog wasn’t coming at him, he got overly confident.

“And how are you going to prove that?” he replied, coming right back at me. “Because I’m pretty sure I just saw you and that big oof MC of yours have a big fight and he was the one who shot your car,” she smirked--- and my heart just dropped.

How did he know about me and Steel?!

“Isn’t that right, Newton?” the cop-jerk said, nodding to his friend in the car. I spun. I hadn’t even registered that there was another man there. And although I could take them, something about this whole situation suddenly scared me…

“Saw it with my own two eyes, Carlson,” cop-dick-head replied, grinning. “Wonder where he got the gun? Does he even have a license for that? Could get him into big trouble!”

“Sure could,” cop-jerk chuckled, getting my attention again. He was glaring at me, again daring me to do something about this. And fuck, he got smart fast. With his cop-dick-face covering for him, there wasn’t anything I could do. And anything I did do, would land Steel in a shit load of trouble…

“This,” I snarled in his face, hating that I had to let this go. “Is why I hate cops!”

I spun and stomped back to my car, my heart beating so fast I felt dizzy.

“You have a good day, miss,” I heard the cop-jerk greet politely as if he hadn’t just shot my car and threaten to get Steel in jail.

I took a deep breath.

Never let them see, they get to you!

The one thing the big apple taught me! I forced my erratic heart to slow before I turned back to face him and gave him my best courtroom smile.

“Thank you, officer! I will,” I said, keeping my voice smooth and sugar sweet. “And I hope you’ll burn in hell!”

I ripped the door open and got in as quickly as I could, more or less expecting a bullet in my back. I sat there, heart hammering, and waited until the police car had passed. Not until then, did I dare to breathe easily again.

Max stuck his head in through the broken back window and his wet snout tickled my ear, as he licked the side of my face. I giggled, loving how fast he could make me forget all the bad. I turned and scratched his ear, taking in another calming breath.

“I think I’ve made myself an enemy, Max,” I whispered softly, hating how a lump of dread settled at the pit of my stomach.