In Love With A Police Officer

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d was to fall in love

that way toward me. Plates slamming against the wall behind me, and his wife screaming at the top of her lungs to

d the lunch as he would be happy to see me. I wore a plain shirt beneath and a black jacket to show

dimly to make it appear even more elite. The aroma in the private

ch he laughed a deep chuckle. (My step-brother, Chase, didn't come to the dinner as he was abroad in France, completing his studies.) I almost had my e

. My eyes shifted to the gift his wife was giving him. But m

nged to

gs she could ask for. Hundreds of different jewellery pieces and brac

ing my mom's bra

t I saw was onl

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lood, as I am already mad. My hand bangs against the horn for the tenth time in a row, leaving it red against the

ill yourself if you drive like this! At least think about my poor life here! I am not part of anything," my b

lam my hand against

digger, he's been disrespecting my mom! She was wearing my mom'

for this time. You love your mom, and

im. It was last week, and he didn't even attend the ten-year

ense," he says, watching

eady slammed my vehicle against theirs and picked a

nd drive past it at high speed in the wrong lane, overtaking ar

to his seat and looking a bit concerned. But as he's use

ng even more, but the Porsche doesn't support any speed after 110, as I've set it for sa

t you for the rest of your life. You better spare my life," Lucas says next to me. His ey

ith a red and blue light on top of it, with its siren blaring in my ears. I co

er plate. Once they see it,

's not stop

it drives past me and see an unfamiliar person in the driver's seat, but I cannot

police car door swings open, and an unfamiliar person walks out of it

us badges perfectly hugging his body. As he stands next to my window, I notice his cold gaze. It makes my heart skip a beat,

the alcohol bottles in the backseat as well. Hopefully, the tin