The chase

@06@

"Wow. You lost your cute baby fat." A deep honey voice filled with mischief floated.

I quickly got up. "Knox?"

"Yep." He grinned at me. "I didn't think we would meet here."

I looked down. I only had my bra and panties on and Knox also almost seemed naked with his rippling abs that I saw for the first time.

"Did we-"

"No, we just threw up on each other's clothes. Had too much drink." He explained.

I laughed. "It's great meeting you again." I ruffled his deep shiny black hair. But I noticed something shining on my finger.

It was a ring. A wedding ring.

"Knox. Who did I marry?" I asked almost teary eyed. "I don't want to make the biggest drunk mistake of my life."

He held up his hand. It was an identical one.

I sighed in relief.

"Oh thank god." I hugged him. "We can divorce and laugh about it later."

"Or. We could stay married." He said.

My eyes widened in surprise. Did he love me in return?

"Think about it. Joint insurance. Joint rent. You don't even have to pay. I own a place." He started.

I laughed angrily. "What makes you think I'm broke?"

"You told me that you payed off your ex-boyfriend's debt and now you had no money for rent or anything for that matter when you were drunk."

"Ahhh, stupid drunk me" I pulled my hair.

"And both of us don't want a relationship right now. So we can stay single by remaining married."

"Dude. Where's the logic here?"

"What I mean, we can avoid getting hit on randomly."

"That works only for you Mr Popular."

"You don't get hit?" Knox asked almost surprised.

"You knew me since highschool. I'm the fat ugly bitch."

"You were never ugly." He pushed my messy hair back.

"Are you flirting with me?"

"I don't see anything wrong with calling one of my homies beautiful."

We both laughed off.

"Maybe it's best if we remained married."

"Sweet dreams?" A nasty voice said as I slowly opened up my puffed up injured eyes.

All of my face was hurting. I could feel at least two of my teeth loose and cheeks swollen. My hands and legs were hurting due to tightness of the rope.

"You wish." I hissed.

The guy quickly snatched up my jaw.

"Now that I look, you look kinda cute." His examined my face. "Shouldn't have told my men to beat you up so bad.

I spat on him with disgust.

He slapped me hard in return.

"WHAT THE FUCK BITCH? YOU KNOW HOW EXPENSIVE THIS SHIT IS?" He pointed to his clothes.

I grinned at him sarcastically. "I don't fucking care."

He slapped me on the other cheek.

I spat out one of my tooth with blood. "I'll make sure that you will rot in jail for the rest of your disgusting life."

The man pulled away. "GARY! STACK HER UP!" He ordered.

"How do you feel now bitch?" He pulled my hair backwards forcefully as he laughed frantically.

How did I get myself caught up here?

48 hours ago...

"So this requires a bit of undercover." Swati split open the file as she pinned a perp's photo on the white board.

Jules immediately raised his hand.

"Yes Jules."

"Why undercover? Don't we already have all the evidence against them?"

"Nope. Unfortunately not. Finger prints and packages are not enough. We can't simply burst into their house and catch them red handed.
The Guanaco family is deeply connected with the judiciary and also have suspected moles inside the multiple precincts.
That's why this case was passed on to us." Swati explained.

"Question. Who's the guy you pinned?" Fred asked.

"Alejandro Guanaco. 29. Don't get swayed by this hottie. Dangerous perp. Only known heir of the Guanaco family living in States. He's our only chance to bust the entire drug overlooking. Others members have already fled to Europe and Latin America."

"It's not fair how big rich perps always look hot." Fred leaned back.

"Truth. But let's come back here. It's a big case. It might even give promotions. So I want everyone to focus." Swati prompted.

Everyone agreed unanimously.

"What do you say Sarge? Can we continue with this?"

"Yep." I granted permission for the plan continuation.