Double Tap Read Online Lani Lynn Vale (Code 11-KPD SWAT #2)

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Erotic, Funny, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Code 11-KPD SWAT Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 70630 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
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“I think I like having sex,” I told him.

He squeezed my ass in answer.

“That a yes?” I confirmed.

He squeezed my ass again.

“Good,” I teased.

We fell asleep like that.

And it wouldn’t be until morning that I realized I never asked him about his dream.

I’d make up for it, though. In spades.

Chapter 10

SWAT- Fuck the negotiator

-T-shirt

Nico

My head felt like a fucking balloon. My eyes hurt, and I felt the constant need to sneeze.

I'd caught the cold Nikki had at the dinner with my family. Only mine had morphed into an upper respiratory infection. Thanks, Nik. Really appreciate it.

Luckily, I had the type of insurance where all I had to do was call a number and describe my symptoms to a doctor, and they'd call me in a prescription if they felt it was needed. Therefore I never had to go to the doctor, which was good since I was constantly on call.

I was also on shift.

Dressed in the standard uniform that KPD SWAT wore while on patrol, I was highly visible.

The man behind the counter called next, and a very disgruntled man stalked his way up to the front.

He had about the same symptoms as me, now that I looked at him. He was rail thin with blonde messy hair. And if I had to guess, he was tweaking.

His head shifted left and right on his shoulders as he looked around him nervously.

I probably would've never noticed if he hadn't started to raise his voice with the man behind the counter.

"You jipped me four pills!” The man yelled.

For some reason, I highly doubted they'd 'jip' him pills. I'm sure it did happen every once in a while, but never short four.

"Um, sir," the young man said. "I understand your frustration in the matter, but unfortunately there's nothing..."

"Don't you dare say there's nothing you can do. I want to speak to your boss,” the tweaker hissed.

“Sir, I’m the manager. The pills are counted four times before they’re given to you. By three different people, including the pharmacist. You’ll need to make sure some didn’t spill or possibly recount the prescription. However, if you still feel that there is an error, there is a corporate number…”

I saw it happening before the enraged customer even went for the small man.

I stepped forward, two large, quick steps, just in time to catch the guy’s collar, halting his vault over the counter with quick efficiency.

The guy choked, giving me enough time to wrap my cuffs around one hand, and then the other.

The entire incident was over in seconds. Mostly even before anyone even noticed something was wrong.

The few that had noticed were staring at me in awe, which annoyed me. I wasn’t a superhero. I was a cop. It was my duty to protect them.

I sighed and reached for my mic. “Dispatch, this is unit three. I have a 10-17 at the Walgreen’s on Stone Road.”

“10-4, unit three. Do you need assistance?” The dispatcher asked.

She was new. Most experience dispatchers would’ve just used another code. Honestly, though, it was refreshing to just speak English for once. Sometimes all the codes got caught up in my head. Especially when they changed them on us. The Navy’s codes had been even more different, and at times I always wanted to revert to them. It took a conscious effort at times to keep myself from doing so.

“Negative. Everything’s under control,” I reported, then turned my attention to the man behind the counter.

“Nicolas Pena. 7-7-85,” I told him.

His eyebrows rose, but he still typed my information in the computer, keeping a wary eye on the man still thrashing on the floor.

I was drawing a crowd, but there was no way I was standing in line again. I felt like balls.

“That’ll be f-fifteen thirty…”

“It’s free,” the pharmacist came up to the counter.

He stapled the receipt on the paper bag and handed it over. “Have a good day, and happy birthday.”

I blinked and took the bag, surprised. “Thank you.”

He nodded towards the floor. “No, thank you. Thank you for everything you do. You have no idea what you just prevented by not letting him in here. It could’ve been disastrous.”

I nodded. Yes, it could have.

“Thanks,” I said, shoving the bag into my back pocket.

Then I bent down and hauled the still spitting man up to his feet and led him out of Walgreens.

I had to practically drag him, but in the end he saw the error of his ways when he fell not once, but four times. I wasn’t in the mood to deal with his shit. Or anyone’s shit.

“Fucking cops.”

I looked up at the scowling man that was narrowing his eyes at me. He was younger, probably no more than eighteen. Long blonde hair that came down to his collarbone, and he was dressed in grungy jeans and a polo shirt.

I looked away, afraid my face would betray how disgusted I was in the fact that he was even alive right now.

Like I said. Not in the fucking mood.

“Help! He’s going to rape me!” The tweaker shrieked.

“Hey, you didn’t read him his rights! That’s against the law!” One of the men that’d been following behind me yelled.

I looked back at the young man, glaring.

He froze, arm raised to haul another verbal jab at him.

Cops didn’t have to read you your rights unless they were planning on questioning you, and as of right now, I wasn’t planning on questioning him. I was planning to throw him in the back of the car and let someone else question him.

My mind wasn’t firing on all cylinders, and I was fairly sure I was running a fever.

“I didn’t hear no rights being read either,” another patron whispered.

I held back the scathing retort that threatened to vomit from my mouth by only the smallest of threads.

Fucking ignorant people. It was truly sad that a cop who just saved Walgreen’s a pretty penny, if not from something much worse, got only ridicule.

This was why some cops had bad attitudes. It was hard to put our lives on the line for ungrateful citizens. Oh, we’d do it no matter what. That didn’t mean we had to have good attitudes while we did it.


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