AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“If you agree to come with me, we’ll take you downtown, get you rebooked, and you’ll likely have to stay in jail until your rescheduled court date.”
Mr. Baker’s eyes went wide. “Let me get my things. I’ll just be a second.” He turned away from the door and shuffled deeper into the house.
Nero shook his head. “He’s going to run.”
“No way. Look at him. There’s no way he’s going to run.”
“I’ve been doing this for a long time. I promise you he’s going to run.”
“I bet you he’s not.”
“What are the terms?”
I gave my mate my best coy smile. “Blow jobs. Winner receives. Loser gives.”
Nero’s eyes widened, but he nodded. “Deal.” We shook hands. Nero pulled me in close and whispered in my ear, “Though if you wanted me to suck your dick, all you had to do was ask.” He pushed away and winked just as Mr. Baker shuffled back into view.
“All right. Let’s go.”
Nero’s eyes went wide. “Really?”
“Of course. I’m running out of time. This will be one hell of a story to go out on. Let’s hit it.” Mr. Baker pushed past Nero and shuffled down the stairs.
“Told ya so.” A smug smirk stretched my lips.
My mate shook his head. “In all the years I’ve been doing this, no one has ever been excited about going back to jail.”
“Wanna bet he comes out with a tattoo?”
“No way. I one hundred percent think that’s going to happen.”
I laughed. “Me too. Bet it’s a rose he shows off at the next horticulturist’s guild fundraiser.”
We both dissolved into undignified giggles. “For sure. If he hasn’t already been banned for life.”
Mr. Baker was already buckled into the back seat by the time we got back into the car.
“Is it always this easy?” I asked under my breath.
Nero shook his head. “Never.”
The drive to SPD headquarters was uneventful, and Mr. Baker walked into the building like he owned the damn placeafter we parked outside. The desk sergeant looked confused when he told her he was there to turn himself in.
She immediately looked at Nero and me, and Nero explained the situation. The desk sergeant clearly thought the whole thing was ridiculous, but she did a good job of hiding her laugh behind her hand. After Mr. Baker had been taken back to a holding cell, she handed Nero a small slip of paper, and we returned to the car.
My smile was genuine as we left the building. “That was fun. You were right. This is a good way to pass the time.”
“I swear that”—he waved at the doors—“never happens that way. I almost always have to run. I hate running.”
“I would have liked to see that.” I had a feeling my mate would look hot as fuck dripping with sweat after chasing down a perp. I gave him a come-hither look from my side of the SUV’s center console, and he smiled.
“Behave.” He nodded to the other folders I’d stuffed between the seats. “Want to see who else we’ve got?”
“Sure.”
The next skip didn’t answer when we knocked on the door, and after a quick walk around the property, it didn’t look like he was at home.
“What do we do now?”
