Daniel (Kings of Korruption MC) by Geri Glenn

 

     
    Gabby
     
    “ W hat did you just say?” I ask, feeling like I’ve just been punched in the stomach.
    The officer smirks and shakes his head. “Look sweetheart, I know you’re worried about your brother, but the truth is, punks like him go missing every day. He’ll turn up a couple of weeks from now in some crack house, strung out and looking for his next hit. We don’t have time for that shit. I’ll file the paperwork, but I doubt we’ll find him.”
    With every word he speaks, my heart pounds faster and my anger grows. My nineteen-year-old brother hasn’t been home in two days and I know something is wrong. Derrick wouldn’t do that. He wouldn’t just leave me all alone like that. I don’t know what to do. Going to the police is what you’re supposed to do when someone you love goes missing. Now this cop is telling me that they don’t have the time “for that shit”?
    I clench my fists, take a deep breath, and try to calm my racing thoughts but it’s no use. Worry and fear for my brother, combined with the anger I feel at this asshole cop, bubble up to the surface and overflow.
    “Are you fucking kidding me right now?” I shriek, as I jump to my feet. “My little brother is missing ! You’re the police ! And you’re telling me you don’t have time for this shit?”
    He leans back in his chair and cocks an eyebrow at me. “I’m gonna have to ask you to sit down, Miss Monroe.”
    I stare at him in disbelief. His eyes bore into mine, daring me to argue. Just seeing that look on his face allows the hopelessness I feel to overwhelm me. My breaths come in short and shallow pants. I take a deep breath in an attempt to slow it down and collect my thoughts.
    “I said sit down. ”
    My eyes widen. I can barely contain the anger in my shaking voice. “I want to talk to someone else.”
    He chuckles humourlessly. “Sorry, honey. I’m the best you’re gonna get. Now sit down and let’s fill out the paperwork. It’s almost lunchtime and I have a burger with my name on it waiting down at the diner.”
     I can’t even look at this guy. This was a waste of time. Turning, I wrench open the door and storm from the room, retracing my steps to find the exit. My face heats with rage and I feel murderous. Through the haze of my anger I see several people milling about, both in and out of uniform, as I pass. Behind me I can hear the cop running after me, angrily calling my name.
    “Miss Monroe! Miss Monroe!” I keep storming, the heavy door to the lobby now in sight. “Miss Monroe! Stop right there!”
    Narrowing my eyes, I freeze and slowly turn to face him. His face is reddened and a thin sheen of sweat has formed on his brow below his receding hairline. He opens his mouth to speak but I throw up my hand effectively cutting him off before he even gets started.
    “Forget it! You’re a fucking prick. I’ll find my brother myself! I don’t know how I’m gonna do that, but I refuse to waste my time on a report that you likely won’t even file. Now, fuck you very much but I need to get out there and find my brother!”
    With those parting words out of my mouth, I spin around intending to continue my storm out of the building but come face-to-chest with an officer wearing dress pants and a dark grey button-down shirt. Just as I’m about to slam into him, he raises his hands to my shoulders and stops me. He’s tall. Very tall.
    I lift my eyes, pissed that he’s trying to stop me. I open my mouth to argue, but pause when I see him glaring over my shoulder. “What’s going on here, Frank?”
    I continue to stare up at his chin, unsure of what to do next, when I hear from behind me, “Miss Monroe here wanted to report a missing person. I was trying to help her do that when she went crazy and stormed out.”
    The man’s chin tips down and I find myself looking into the most beautiful pair of green eyes I’ve ever seen. “Is that true Ma’am?”
    I stare at him another beat before realizing that