She is a cop. He is the leader of the notorious River Boys gang. But they are unable to resist each other. This is a story about how opposites attract, how conflict arises and how love can be dangerous, in many ways.
Charlie Buckton entered Angelo's, wearing her blue cop uniform. She was there on business, nothing more.
"Darryl, a word, please?" She said to the attractive, tattooed "respectable" barman, Darryl 'Brax' Braxton.
Brax nodded. "What is it, Sarge?"
Charlie glanced around. "It's about Heath."
"What about Heath?" Brax asked.
"He was in possession of an illegal stash of drugs." Charlie told Brax, her eyes searching his face for a change of expression. "He's in police custody."
"Do you have anything you would like to say, Darryl?" She asked.
"You look hot today Sarge." Brax replied cheekily. "No, you always look hot."
She flushed. "That is highly inappropriate."
"I don't care." Brax told her.
"Darryl, what do you have to say about your brother!" Charlie exclaimed, exasperated. Everytime she talked to him, he always had something inappropriate to say.
But she liked it.
Darryl Braxton, in her eyes, was a criminal, and there was no way that she could have any kind of 'friendly' interaction with him. She was there to do her job.
Which Charlie loved, and wasn't going to let Darryl Braxton of all people, interfere with that.
"He's an idiot." Brax said honestly.
Charlie was surprised at Brax's honesty.
"Really." She stated.
"So do you know anything about the drugs?" Charlie questioned.
Brax shook his head. "Nope."
Charlie sighed, knowing Brax was lying. "Darryl, if I find out your lying..."
"You have nothing to prove, sarge." Brax said. "Now will you let me do my job, before Angelo starts asking questions?"
Charlie nodded, before leaving the restaurant.
Brax grimaced when she left. Heath was an idiot, and he was going to tell him so.
He dialed the Yabbie Creek police station.
"Hello?" A male voice asked.
"Yeah, hi, this is Darryl Braxton, can I talk to my brother, Heath?" Brax asked.
"Hold on, I'll check."
"Brax, I need you to come bail me out." Heath's voice came over the line.
"Heath, your an idiot." Brax told your brother. "What have I told you boys about drugs?"
"Not to let the cops catch you with drugs." Heath recited.
"Exactly." Brax said.
"Can you come get me, bro?" Heath asked.
"Yep, but you have to wait a while." Brax told his brother.
"Why?" Heath asked. "Can't you get off work?"
"Nope." Brax answered, and hung up the phone.
I know its short, but I promise I will have longer chapters in the future.
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Lilly Braxton readers, I will have the next chapter up in a week or so.
I have mock exams coming up the week after next, and exams in November, so I don't know what I will be like to update.
Thanks for reading, I hope you liked it.