So, I'm dedicated toward finishing this WIP I'm working on called UNRAVELED. In it, I have my hero, who is a Vice Detective in NYC, that may or may not be the most "upfront" type of cop. He does things a little dirty, and more so, he IS hiding things from his department. Bring in my heroine, who is specifically there to investigate him...and toss in the fact that he doesn't know this, or even know what she does....and watch the conflict explode. My hero, Bennett, is based on Jason Statham and the many roles he has played. So this Monday, I'd like for you to jump in with a bit of our action hero, and below, a quick unedited excerpt. Enjoy!
A grunt passed between the guy’s thinned lips. “Whatever, homie. You know, you have to tell me you’re a cop if I ask, right? That’s the law.”
Oh, here we go again. Back to this idiotic rumor. He really wanted to lay into people who asked that question. In fact, the rumor was so damn outdated, he was surprised people even bothered with it anymore. Seeing as the movie Deep Cover came out in the early nineties, it was amazing any of this generation even paid attention.
He waited for the kid to voice his question. And yes, he was going to lie, because he was under no obligation to tell the truth, blow his cover, and get his balls shot off.
When Johnny just stared at him, Bennett widened his eyes. “What? Did you actually ask the question or was that just a statement, man? Because really, even if I were a cop, you totally just let me off the hook by not asking it.”
The telltale click of a nine-millimeter chambered echoed next to his ear. Something cool brushed along his temple. Johnny smiled real slow, and it reminded Bennett of a serpent crawling out from the thick sludge of a swamp.
Damn it. This was not how this meeting was supposed to go. He wasn’t even supposed to be here. Get in, get the info, get out and go find the girl. That was it. Instead, he was getting up close and personal with the Beretta kissing his skin, punked by a kid who couldn’t be any older than nineteen, and who probably weighed all of one fifty, wet.
Bennett, at six foot three, had about eighty pounds on Johnny, not to mention at least seven years experience on the force. If things got physical, there was no doubt he could take him in less than thirty seconds. The guy behind him? He wasn’t sure about. That could be a bit more of an even match. Same height, same build; only where Bennett held muscle gained and built through daily gym workouts and constant running, the other guy held leftovers from too many burritos, cheeseburgers, and late night munchies trips.
He had two options. Well, he probably had a few more, but he wouldn’t consider the rest. He could either play it cool, laugh off being put in his place, and let the pip-squeak assert his dominance, or he could draw the nice little shinny piece of metal tucked in front of his groin, tap a round into the ass at his back, and force Johnny to give him information. Both situations were a practicality and could be done without a problem.
Only thing was, he didn’t much feel like handling the paperwork shooting the asshole at his back would bring. He was here for information. In addition, the longer he went without, the more time clicked down between life and death for her.
Decision made, he gave a subtle shake of his head and laughed, let his eyes drop in a submissive pose, and shrugged. “Sorry, man, I didn’t mean to get smart. You’re cool, and I should know my place. My bad.”
“Yeah, you better know, homie. I bet you don’t feel so smart now, do you?”
“No. I don’t.” Bennett lifted his head and met the kid’s eyes, then sent the lie out there, hoping like hell that he took the bait. “I’m not a cop, and I’ll prove it.”
Johnny lifted a brow and nodded. Slowly, so the bad-ass at his back didn’t spook, he sidestepped until the muzzle no longer touched him. Johnny gave a slight nod of his head to the guy behind him, and Bennett let out a breath of relief. He moved carefully, but quick enough to show Johnny he meant business. Reaching inside the front of his pants, he yanked out his Sig Sauer p229 and pointed it in the air. Johnny stepped back and eyed him warily. Bennett didn’t look, but felt the sight of the weapon behind him retrain on the back of his head.
He pushed down on the magazine catch, and the fifteen-round holder slid out and fell to the floor with a thump. His pulse pounded in his throat and he cursed himself mentally for getting into this fucked up situation to begin with. He hardly slept last night, and upon arriving at the office this morning, took his grumpiness out on his partner. Instead of sucking up his pride and ego then, like he’d was just forced to do with Johnny, he stormed out without a backward glance, intent on taking his anger and exhaustion out on the first punk to give him shit. Unfortunately, he ran into Johnny first. And he needed information on where she could be, or even where the new boyfriend was. He hadn’t seen her in months, but he had heard all about her new little lover. His hands itched to wrap around that guy’s neck. And it was one itch he could not wait to scratch.
Pulling back the slide of the SIG, the round he had chambered flew out with a golden arch, then fell, bounced off his boot, and landed on the carpet. He pushed on the catch level with his thumb and with a few quick flicks of his fingers—turning the takedown lever, disengaging the catch—he slid the slide and barrel out and off the frame.
To his right, sat a small brown table. He dropped the barrel to it, turned and pushed down on the spring and guide, then guided it out as gentle as a doctor delivering a baby. Effectively unarmed now, he slid the spring in his pocket and tossed the butt of the gun on the mattress behind Johnny.
“Would a self-respecting cop unarm himself when left alone with you two? I’ve got Big Rob look-a-like sitting behind me with one in the chamber pointed right at my head. Seriously. If I were a cop, I’d be asking for a bullet right about now. Instead, all I want to do is find the jackass who is tapping my old lady’s sweet pussy and put him in his place. You can feel that right? The need for a man to handle his business? To mark his territory?”
~ UNRAVELED, DC Stone, coming soon