My Policeman Kindle Novels & Stories

My legs felt unsteady as I stood there, the gravel crunching under my shoes. “On your knees,” He ordered, his voice low and commanding. I hesitated for half a second, then obeyed, sinking down onto the rough shoulder of the road. The position made me feel small and exposed. What the hell are you doing, Ariana?! My subconscious screamed at me. But I ignored it. How could I not when the thrill was already pooling hot between my legs? The policeman smirked, that dangerous curl of his lips deepening, then he reached for his zipper. The sound cut through the quiet night as he pulled it down.

"Caleb kindly asked you to leave it in your hands, so in respect for what he guaranteed me in the past, my men will withdraw and wait if you regret it or change your mind.” I wonder what my father may have done so great for justice to close his eyes in favor of revenge. I just know that it is enough to cause doubt in the conduct of the man before me. The policeman is silent, and I think he has already finished everything he intended to say, so I agree with a nod. He takes me outside taking care not to touch my arm.

I asked. “Here we go again. Are you saying a black man can’t drive a nice car?” “I’m saying a teenager, regardless of race, rarely drives a 100k vehicle. Trust me, I’m the last person who would be racist. My girl is black.” “Oh, so you like chocolate pussy. I see you, Papi,” he replied. He let out a soft chuckle and then looked me up and down. I immediately felt uncomfortable about the language he’s used. “That’s an inappropriate statement for a kid to say to an adult, especially a police officer,” I replied.

He says in a harsh whispering tone. I strive to get his hand off my mouth but he held it firmly that I had to bite on his finger hard causing him to pull out his hand from my mouth and fell on the floor. " Put your hands behind your back!" The kind policeman exclaims. As soon as I heard the kind policeman's voice, I heave a sigh of solace, while lying on the floor. The lady officer helps me up and walks me out of the restroom to the bed. While sitting there, I watch as they pick his pathetic a** off the bathroom floor and handcuffs him with his saggy pants, while The policeman takes him away he talks at me, if the eyes could shoot bullets he would have killed me at a spot.

"We are sorry, ma'am but that's our policy here," "Fuck your policy! Is this your policy or is it because you have been bribed? Spare me that, Mr. Policeman. I am aware of your disgraceful act," She replied rudely. The policeman was infuriated by her fearless behavior, he wanted to pounce on her, however, he decided against it. "Be quiet for the few days that you will be using here," He hit the table and strode outside. As soon as the policeman walked out, Evelyn and Ryan rushed to meet him, looking at him expectantly and anxiously.

“He almost killed me, you know? What? I managed to turn the tables and suddenly I’m the bad guy?” The policeman was speechless. Did he not realize he looked like a rich kid that kept on stirring up trouble? “Seriously? You’re doubting my character?” Kent stood up and turned on the projector, playing a clip from the studio’s hidden security camera that came with night-vision capabilities. The security camera did its job well. Even when the light wasn’t switched on, it captured what happened perfectly. “See that?” Kent snorted at the policeman. “And here you’re framing me!” “Sorry about that.” The policeman’s attitude immediately changed and he pulled the man up.

He smiled as soon as he received the payment, standing up to shake me. “Be rest assured that your son will be found. Leave the case to me now. I have ears on the street and even know what goes on in the air before the police. Hope you haven't gone to them yet?” I nodded in the affirmative, agreeing that I had gone to them initially. “That's too sad,” he said, grabbing the open door for balance. “The police are no good. Private investigator Lucas the great is the best, there's none better.” I went out of the room, disgusted and not even shaking his hand in farewell. He had looked as if he would throw up any second, and I certainly didn't want that to be on me.

"Have mine. No worries, I don't got cooties." "Mmm," she tilted her head in an attempt to nod her thanks then stared at her palms for a moment before she realized what she was doing. She clasped her hands in her lap and looked up slowly. When she reached Mr. Policeman's face, he was staring at her with a slight arch to one eyebrow, but other than that, he seemed expressionless. His eyes were mesmerizing. They were hazel, medium brown, rimmed, getting lighter in color inwards with flecks of greens, the insides turning almost to liquid gold right before her eyes. She stared at them wondering what liquid gold tasted like. Perhaps somewhat like honey liquor sweet and smooth on the tongue but bur

I tried to tell the police the truth about what happened. "Sir, I'm not wrong. I'm chasing a thief, sir!" "Oh yes? Any witnesses?" asked the police. I looked at the crowd. No faces of people I know. "Sir, listen," I said, trying to convince him politely. "I'm not a bad person. You see, I'm an American, not an immigrant!" "Say it at the police station," said the police. Unfortunately he didn't seem to care what I said. This policeman is so stylish by wearing dark glasses. He spoke in a disdainful tone, laughing too.

Emily quickly patted and soothed the baby, her movements practiced and gentle. Noticing them, the policeman walked over, holding his daughter. “Thank you. I’ve heard about what happened today. Really, thank you.” The little girl said, “Daddy, she’s a good person! She made me a princess carriage and helped Mommy fight the bad guys!” Emily smiled and handed the baby to the policeman. “Here’s your son. Be careful…” The policeman clumsily took the baby, his movements stiff, afraid to move. “It’s my first time seeing him awake.”