Detective

Ryan

I pulled out of the driveway and headed towards the lower south area. I needed a bump. I thought about my night with my wife. I will do better tonight, she will owe me anyway for allowing her to attend that movie without me. She got off easy considering but she always cries. Sometimes even screams and tells me Im hurting her. Begs me to stop. It just makes me wanna slam into her harder. She belongs to me. That slit is mine, I'll fuck it however I please. Most of the people in this city respect my authority. Except for my wife. She gets punished for it. There is the brotherhood gang. Bunch of worthless criminals, I will shoot them all if I have to. I can justify it easily. The captain didn't even really question it the last time. That old fool thinks I walk on water. Like Im Batman, Just here to save the city. I took the detective job to make more money. I never realized the freedom it would give me. Now I am a king. I had to find my informant Darrell in the south. He was a dealer I busted right after my promotion. I hadn't touched any narcotics since before college. I had gotten in some trouble for drugs. I also had a few assault charges. They stuck me in rehab. Then paid for me to attend college. That's when I met my Sandy. She was always meant to be mine. I knew she was looking for a prince. For some kind of hero. The same kind of man her father was. I did try for a while to be that type of man. I couldn't. I got tired of fighting who I was. I fooled her, at first, like I do everyone. I don't think I loved her. I don't think I can love anyone. When I was in rehab I saw a psychiatrist too. He told me I was a narcissistic sexual sadist with psychopathic tendencies. A whole lot of words there for fucked in the head. For the longest time, I tried to stay sober, but it bored me. I tried to hide from my darkness, but it motivates me. I almost just left the married life, but I did want her. I enjoyed her body. I enjoy her submitting to me.

Darrell and I made a good deal when I busted him. I wouldn't turn him in and I would get whatever I wanted. He wasn't my friend. I didn't need friends. Never understood the idea. He had something I wanted. Cocaine was my drug of choice, but I dabbled in others. The powder made me feel invincible. When he saw me coming he stopped the junkie that was talking to him and walked straight to my car. Like I said authority. "Hey detective, I have enough blow for the entire city right now. Some pot. A few Skittles. What will make your day better my man." I smiled at him and told him he knew what I wanted. He walked to his trunk and came back a few minutes later. Reaching me a brown paper bag into the window. "I hear Dime has a few new girls if you're interested." He knew what I needed, I smiled at him and told him I would check out of the hotel after I got my head straight. I started to back out and he stopped me. "I saw you in the paper bro, nice key!" I laughed at his sarcasm and pulled out. I passed a black SUV that I know belongs to the brotherhood. They are known to drive those things around. I could have stayed and watched but I needed to get a line or two in me before I had to go to the department and pretend to give a shit about whatever is on that damn whiteboard today. I pulled over in the alleyway. That first bump in the morning is always a rush for me, but I took a second for good measure. I headed toward work. I started to replay the banquet in my head. I watched as everyone clapped, but I could see the woman who was supposed to be my wife hesitating to celebrate me. I wanted to snatch her up. I wanted to drag them out of the building and tear her apart. I wanted to bend her over that table and beat her with my belt until she screamed for me to stop. Add to the thin scars I know are there from the last time I bent her over the bed. I couldn't. I had to be careful not to show that side to the Captain. I know his soft ass wouldn't approve. Who the fuck was she staring at anyway. I didn't get a good look at him. If she left me for some other man, I would cut his throat open right in front of her.

When I pulled into the office I exchanged pleasantries with the officers standing outside and headed to my office. I would stay in there long enough to satisfy my paycheck and then head to the hotel. Dime was a pimp that ran the hotel in the lower South. They call it the lower south because it's the most crime seeded place in our territory. The brotherhood has been trying to get control of it for some time now. I won't let them. This was my personal pleasure island. Drugs anytime I want. I can get a hooker anytime and keep them as long as I want to. No one messes with me because they don't want to get busted. We have equal opportunities. We keep each other happy. I stopped in and told the captain I had led the brotherhood leader. He never asked questions when it came to me trying to bring down the brotherhood. That leader has invaded him and the PD for years. I have found out more about this mysterious Smoke by doing drugs and screwing hookers than he ever has. He thinks it's due to hard police work. He was on the phone. He looked up and smiled at me "Good Luck" was all he said. I thought about heading for the north, but I wasnt in the mood to work that hard.

I headed to the hotel. I pulled into the parking lot and around to the trash area. I usually hide my car back there by using the back entrance. No one goes behind that gate. I walked towards the building and the girls smoking outside both dropped their heads. They know better than to look in my eyes. Sometimes it's fun to teach the new girls the same lesson. I walked past them and went in through the rear door. "Detective, How can I help you? Dime didn't look like you would picture someone like him. He was an older man with white hair, a button-up, and khakis. I asked him about the new girls Darrell had told me about this morning. Dime was acting shifty. "I ain't got no new ones pal, not today. Same ones I have had for a while." His accent irritated me. "Darrell told me you did." I stepped closer to him to let him know I won't take no for an answer. " I cant detective." He stepped away, "Smoke sent his boy Pan here, his new territory leader around the south, they will take me out." I grabbed his collar and shoved him to the floor. "If I were you old man I would be more scared of me." He tried to sit up. I kicked him hard in his ribs. He screamed out in pain. I could see the hookers scrambling to get into rooms in the hallway. "Leave him the fuck alone!" Her screechy voice made my skin crawl.

I turned around to see Candy walking towards me with a baseball bat. "You nasty whore, come at me with that, I'll bend you over and fuck you with it."

She wasn't scared. She kept walking towards me. "The brotherhood can't protect you from me, Candy, I know they give you some false sense of security, but I already took one of your bodyguards down didnt I?." I started to walk towards her. I saw a man with a gun walk out of the room behind her. He pointed the pistol at me so I stopped. "Shoot me mother fucker." He pulled the hammer back. "Don't tempt me bitch, It's not your time yet, and that's not going to be my pleasure. I am sure though I could call my boss and get permission. Then again I would rather ask for forgiveness than permission." He must be a minion of Smokes. "Pan was sent to protect us from you. He won't be going anywhere. You should probably walk out while your head isn't blown completely fucking off." Candy was a feisty one. I had her once and had to explain those scratches away to everyone, including my Sandy. She questions me so much that I threw her down the stairs. Candy here though, she didn't even cry. She couldn't walk after I was done with her. She got what she wanted and I did too. Pan was still pointing the gun at me so I put my hand up. "Okay, Dime I am leaving but you and the rest of these sluts will be in jail by the end of the week, I'll see you there." Our deal was broken. Pan walked closer to me gun in hand. "I have videos detective." He laughed. He pointed around the room at all the cameras."I suggest you stay out of the lower south or I will send them to your captain and your wife." He was almost touching me with the gun. "You do that big guy" I scoffed as I walked around them and out of the building.

When I got back to the station I looked down at my phone. Sandra had about 10 mins to send me my picture or I would go to the theatre and drag her ass out of there. Then we can have our redo shackle party early.