Cassandra"What was that all about in there?" Crayvin asks me once he fastens his seatbelt, jabbing his thumb back towards the station.I exhale, wondering the same fucking thing as I stare out the windshield and buckle myself up."Your guess is as good as mine." My eyes drift to him as I shrug my shoulders and turn the key, bringing the engine to life. "He asked me if you knew something? But I have absolutely no clue as to what he is talking about."Crayvin gives me a side glance, studying me as he blows out his cheeks. "Is there something you aren't telling me?" His voice is so tremulous when he asks.Yes.My subconscious says.My mouth though, lies, "No."He gives me a quizzical look, not believing my first answer.My daddy always said I was a bad liar. But this is one truth I don't ever want him to know. It is in the past. Buried... gone. Besides, how would Drew even know? Exactly, he can't because I never tol

CassandraFor every person, there is that one dessert that has to be given up when on a diet. That one dessert that you try convincing yourself you can take one bite of and then put it away, but once the flavor hits your tongue, you're scarfing down the entire thing.You know the one.In my case, my dessert was always cheesecake. And in this scenario, Crayvin is my cheesecake and one taste of him just isn't enough. I keep wanting more and more. I just hope that I won't regret it if I continue to indulge in him like I would if I kept eating cheesecake while on a diet.The outcome is never good if that happens.After that horrendous house call and our shift ended, I drove my truck home, grabbed my clothes, then went to Crayvin's. Tarra had already left for work by the time I got there, so I texted her to let her know I would be staying at Crayvin's. In the first text back, she said okay and that she loves me. In the second she said, "If he hurts you..." Then

CassandraNight shifts seem to be the worst ones, where the weirdos come out, the villains create crime, and the general bad population wreak havoc in their wake. It's when we sometimes receive the worst calls. I now understand why my dad used to sleep most of the day away before he had to suit up and return to fighting crime for the night.And he did it alone.The thought makes me shudder to imagine the things he might have seen and encountered in all his years as an officer. True, before my mom passed she was always there to comfort him, but I am assuming it would only work to some extent. She wouldn't have been able to fully comprehend what he was going through because I don't believe he would have put those horrific images in her head, making her worry more to the degree than she already did.Having Crayvin by my side is not only nice, but I feel safer when he wraps those strong arms around me at night. I don't feel coddled or anythin

CrayvinWhen I manage to drag myself off of the pavement and into my house, Piggy is sitting in the foyer with droopy, sad eyes. A rush of guilt hits me like a damned truck, causing me to not be able to see clearly. A sea of thoughts floods my mind.I want approval.Acceptance.Forgiveness.I want her to see that I can, in fact, be a good guy. I don't want her to think I am some kind of monster that she has to starve herself to be with."I don't deserve you in any way, do I?" I say quietly more to myself than anything.I rake my hands through my hair, exhaling as I avert my stare to the floor.What the fuck is wrong with me?I bury myself into willing women's bodies who let me fuck my cares away. Any trauma or shit that I see at work, is gone and replaced by unchained pleasure. Uncommitted fun, no loyalties.But, then I look at Cassandra, and it's like someone releases the chains around my heart. I want to er

CassandraHave you ever wanted something so badly in your life, that when you finally get it, it's taken from you just as fast? Leaving your heart completely and utterly broken. You were happy one moment, and then fucking destroyed and shattered the next.Well, me too. That's exactly how I feel now. Finally landing the guy that I have always wanted, just to lose him the second I do.Two shots were fired and there was no taking them back. Once the two bullets were released from the barrel, they had to go somewhere, right?It was like the world decided I looked too happy and in one moment the reason for my happiness was removed from my life."Crayvin!" I shriek.I drop to my knees, hitting the gravel parking lot. My pants are immediately pebbled with debris and dirt. My eyes quickly avert to Drew who charges towards Stormy. He yanks the gun from her grasp and takes her to the ground, holding her wrists behind he