POLICED
AN OLDER MAN YOUNGER WOMAN ROMANCE
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A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS, 11
FLORA FERRARI
CONTENTS
Copyright
A Man Who Knows What He Wants Series
Policed
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Epilogue
Extended Epilogue
Coming Soon
COPYRIGHT
Copyright © 2017 by Flora Ferrari.
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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
The following story contains mature themes, strong language and sexual situations. It is intended for mature readers.
A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS
Book 1: Baby Lust
Book 2: Veteran
Book 3: Built
Book 4: Bambino
Book 5: Rescued
Book 6: Leader
Book 7: Professor
Book 8: Burned
Book 9: Worldly
Book 10: Pistol
Book 11: Policed
Book 12: Driven
POLICED
I’m Chase Justice, and that’s exactly what the f**k I to do.
I chase bad guys by day and women chase me by night. Bad guys get what’s coming to them. Women get their own kind of justice…the kind of lay they’ve been looking for their entire lives. Big busts, flashing sirens, and taking them back to my place for some under-cover work is all I’ll ever need…
Until her.
She’s totally different than any girl I’ve ever seen. She’s a lot too young, a lot too smart…and in a whole lot of trouble.
And being in hot pursuit of her puts me in my own kind of trouble, because I’m her dad’s best friend.
I should be throwing bad guys down on the hard concrete and cuffing them with my cold steel, but all I can think about is throwing her down on my bed and yelling spread ‘em.
This isn’t the kind of girl I just want to punish with big hard night stick. This girl a whole lot more than just the law of attraction. She's perfect in every way.
If locking her up for myself and throwing away the key forever is a crime, then I’m guilty as charged. I’m going to do whatever it takes to make her mine, forever.
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CHAPTER 1
Chase
T hat can’t be her.
There is no way in hell that’s Scarlett. I tip back my single malt and narrow my focus. Fuck, that is her. What is she doing here? This place is way too rough for a girl like her, but by the looks of things she’s far from a girl anymore.
I haven’t been down to her folks place in over a year. I still see her dad once a month when he makes the drive up to L.A. for our monthly poker night, but his daughter is another story. Last time I saw her was at her high school graduation. I know she got accepted to SC, but she got accepted to a lot of schools. I thought for sure she’d head east. A girl like her…sharp as a tack. The better schools were out east, at least that’s what I’d always heard.
But apparently she didn’t because she was sitting no more than ten yards from me in a corner booth at Frank’s, an off-campus bar notorious for cheats, thieves, liars and scoundrels of any and all flavors. This made no sense, and if she spotted me my cover would be blown. I’ve been working this place for months. Created an entire fake persona, practiced an accent, even changed my appearance. But apparently I wasn’t the only one who looked a lot different these days.
Damn, did her appearance ever change as well. She was always a cute kid, but she sure wasn’t a kid anymore. She had filled out like a mother fucker since I last saw her. Damn.
She slowly brought her head forward to that foo-foo drink she was sucking on. She wrapped her lips around the straw and sucked. She didn’t even look up. Fuck me, now I know exactly what she’d look like sucking my dick. But my dick ain’t no straw and she’s over there and I’m over here, and there’s not a damn thing I can do about it.
“Another drink?”
I look up and see the waitress has slid in right between my legs. I hadn’t even noticed her. My thoughts were fixated on Scarlett.
“One more,” I say.
The waitress runs her fingertips across the top of my shoulder as she slithers away, shaking her hips like she’s down in Rio trying out for the Carnival parade.
Any other night and we’d already be out of here. She’d be pinned down to my mattress getting a pounding fuck unlike anything she’s ever had, or ever will again. She’ll tell me to call her, but she knows I never will. I don’t have time for relationships and I definitely don’t have time for her, at least not tonight. Tonight I’ve got other things on my mind, most importantly The Greek. That son of a bitch finally showed his ugly face after three months, and I’m dead set on taking him down.
But right now The Greek is the furthest thing from my mind. All I can think about is Scarlett, and how much she’s changed. Her dad would have never let her out of the house looking like this. That ruby red lipstick covering those soft, shiny lips. That ample cleavage that all I want to do is get up right now and go over there and bury my face in. And the way she’s so focused on whatever the hell she’s writing in that notebook. It’s like the rest of the world doesn’t exist. She’s focused on her own thing, which is a rarity in this town. Too many distractions and too many people fighting for attention, and she’s certainly got mine right now. All of it. I feel my cock bulging in my 501’s. I move in my seat trying to relieve the pain, but it’s no use. Damn, I want this girl so bad.
“Compliments of the two ladies from the table at your two o’clock,” the waitress says as she sits down the drink.
“Thanks, but I’ll pay for it.”
“Can’t remember the last time I saw someone turn down a free drink in here.”
“Men pay for their own drinks.”
I hand the waitress the money and ignore the girls primping and preening trying to get my attention. Probably those model-waitress-actress types. That or they’re out for a night of cheating on their husbands, looking for a ménage. No thanks. The only woman I want is right across the room, and not for long.
She stands up and gathers her things. I can see her body better now. That freshman fifteen is no myth, but she needed it. Filled her out nicely. She can handle the pu
nishment I can’t wait to dish out. I envision slapping that juicy ass as hard as I want. She can take it, and she’ll be begging for more.
But first things first. I’m going to get in touch with her later. Ask her what the hell she was doing in here. This place isn’t safe. I’m going to have to keep an eye on her. I can hardly wait.
She’s almost to the door and she passes a table of rough looking bikers. One of them lifts his chin and motions with his eyes towards her. Don’t even think about it asshole. I feel blood shoot through my veins, my protective instinct kicking in automatically.
A few seconds after Scarlett walks through the door, two of the bikers stand and leave quickly.
Fuck! This has gone from bad to worse. This area is full of dark alleys and seedy characters.
I’m not letting anything happen to her. I may have put a lot of time into this case, but I joined the force to serve and protect and that’s exactly what the fuck I’m going to do.
CHAPTER 2
Scarlett
I turn down the alley, and pick up my pace. I don’t want to look like prey, but I know this area isn’t the safest and I want to get out of here as quickly as possible. It’s not quite ten o’clock so I figure everything’s still okay. If it was after midnight I’d be terrified.
My tennis shoes are quiet on the concrete and there doesn’t seem to be another soul in sight. Thank goodness.
I’m holding my keys in my right hand, clutching my little bottle of pepper spray attached to the keychain just in case. I got it as a graduation gift last year, and although it didn’t seem very cool at the time, it’s the best damn gift I ever received right about now.
I see a body step out from behind the dumpster up ahead. It’s illuminated by the streetlight at the end of the alley. It’s a guy. A big guy, and he’s got a wide, menacing stance and an ear-to-ear grin. Fuck, this is not good.
I bend down to pretend to tie my shoe. I look back towards the bar. Fuck, fuck, fuck! There’s another man coming from that direction. I’m exactly in the middle of the alley. I’m pinned in and there’s nothing to climb.
Think, Scarlett. Think. By the time emergency response gets here these guys will be long gone. I can try and run around the guy at the end of the alley, but who knows if there are more guys after him. I can try the same, heading back towards the bar, but that area is even worse than the one in front of me. And if I go down to the ground it’s all over.
I look forward and decide the only option is to run straight ahead. I take a deep breath and try and block the fear out of my mind. I blow it out slowly and then I breathe in deep again and count down from three.
Three…
Suddenly I hear a loud grunt. Then another.
My head spins back and I see some guy kicking the shit out of the guy behind me. The guy further up the alley starts running right at me. I dart over to the side of the alley. The guy’s focused on what’s going on at the other end of the alley. He runs right past me and I use the opportunity to take off in a dead sprint.
I run and run and run. I’m running through stop lights. I hear a horn as a car stops just short of me, inches from pummeling me into the concrete. “It’s red, asshole!” a man’s voice yells. I don’t care. I just keep running. Ten minutes later I see it. The dorms. I run right up to the front steps, before slowing. I take the elevator up to my floor. My heart is pounding. There’s not enough oxygen in this elevator. Finally the elevator door opens and I stumble down the hall to my room. I stick in the key.
“Oh my God, is everything okay?” my roommate says. I face plant onto my bed, thankful to be alive.
CHAPTER 3
Scarlett
I ’m still a little bit out of it from everything that happened. The warm shower helped a lot and it feels good now to just be alone in my shared room. My roommate had to leave to meet her boyfriend. It was nice that she took the time to listen to my story and comfort me. She suggested I report it, but I realized nothing actually happened to me and I didn’t stick around long enough to hear or see anything other than a guy getting beat up. Fights happen all the time in and out of bars, on campus and off, so it’s not really something the cops are going to send someone to look into. This is L.A., we’ve got real crimes that they’re dealing with all the time. The only crime I’m involved in is one of being stupid.
I’m sitting on my bed about ready to binge watch some Netflix, when I hear three loud knocks on my door. It’s way too formal for the girls on this floor, plus it’s already after midnight. Something’s not right.
I look out the peephole and see two bodies. I can’t make them out but they seem serious.
“Who is it?”
“Campus police. We need to talk to a Scarlett Smith.”
Can this night get any stranger?
I realize nothing’s going to happen to me here, so I slide open the door to get a better look. The chain is still latched, but I can clearly see the campus cop is in uniform, so I unlatch the chain.
“That’s her,” the man who’s not the campus cop says.
“I’ll leave you to it,” the campus cop says, taking off down the hall.
The man looks familiar, but I can’t quite place him. He looks like he could be on the football team, but he’s much too old, and much too rugged. He’s built beyond belief, but not that kind you get from hours in the gym or from shooting up steroids. He has that kind of muscle tone you get from living and working in manual labor. Making things with your hands. Building things. And that’s exactly what he smells like, fresh cut sawdust, but from a thick, earthy kind of wood. His scent is heavy and masculine and it’s not from a bottle.
He has a beard, which is thick and dark. I’m usually not too into facial hair, but mystery man is the definition of tall, dark, and handsome, if you prefer the rugged kind of handsome, which I certainly do.
“It’s me, Scarlett.”
What the fuck? I’m still looking over his huge body when I hear his words. Who is me? My eyes rise to meet his and instantly I recognize him.
“Mr. Justice?”
“Yes…Mr. Justice.” He’s staring at me, not saying anything. His eye contact is intense and unwavering. I’m not sure what to say. Then he breaks the tension. “Do you know why I’m here?”
A million thoughts race through my head, but none of them make an ounce of sense. Of course the one I’m hoping for is…well, Scarlett, I know you had a rough evening so I’m here to make everything right…as he bends me over on this little bunk bed and gives me what I’ve wanted for so long.
I’ve always had a crush on Mr. Justice. He was kind of a fun, uncle type, who was always around when I was younger. Once I got near the end of my high school years I started noticing him less as my dad’s best friend, and more as someone I’d really like as my friend. My buddy. My bed buddy.
But there was no way that was ever going to happen. Mr. Justice had a reputation a mile long, and it wasn’t like he tried. He couldn’t even go to Olive Garden without the hostesses, waitresses, and management staff flirting with him. I’d seen it with my own eyes, and wasn’t surprised at all.
He was the perfect mix of absolutely sexy God, and laid back California guy. He surfed most mornings and hiked most weekends, but when he put on that uniform, look out. He was a whole ‘nother person.
I didn’t care whether he had on a wetsuit or a bulletproof vest. No matter what he was wearing he was always beyond panty melting.
But right now he looked anything but a surfer, policeman, or any kind of upstanding citizen. He looked more like a cross between a feral biker and a bum.
But he still looked hot as hell.
“Do. You. Know. Why. I. Am. Here?” he repeated himself.
“Oh, sorry. No.”
“Scarlett, what in the hell were you doing in that bar tonight?”
Shit! How did he know I was in there? “You saw me in the bar?”
“I couldn’t take my eyes off you.”
My eyes opened wide and my heartbe
at picked up. He couldn’t take his eyes off me?
“I couldn’t. I had to watch you to make sure nothing happened to you. That place is dangerous.”
Great, he’s treating me like he’s my dad. Not nearly as sexy as I thought.
“You’re not answering me. What were you doing in there?”
As much as I wished he was looking at me in a different way, I felt a certain tenderness in my heart. He was angry. The vein bulging in his neck and his body language told me so. He was angry at me, sure, and I definitely deserved it for being so stupid, but he was more angry that something could have happened to me. As big and burly as he was, he had a softer side too.
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