All or Nothing

Chapter Two

Dylan

I fall into bed fully dressed, gun belt and all. I'm too exhausted to undress myself. The double shifts I've been pulling the last few weeks are starting to take their toll on me. I feel like I could sleep for three weeks straight. I will take the next twenty-four hours instead. This is what I signed up for when I joined the police force eight years ago. Exhausted or not I love my job and I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.

Growing up, being a cop is all I ever wanted to be. I was five years old when I say my first cop, or at least that was my earliest memory of one. The police showed up to bust my dad for rubbering an armored truck. He put up a fight and I got up in the middle and my arm got fractured in the fight. I sat in the back of the ambulance and watched my mother and my older brothers screaming at the cops to let my father go. At five years old I knew the cops were doing the right thing. My father was a dangerous man and should have been carted off to jail. But my mother and my brothers were all blind to the dangerous man my father was. The drugs and the easy money clouded their minds to the truth. The truth that I knew.

Officer Peters was the one that stuck with me during all the chaos. He made sure I made it to the hospital and even colored pages out of a Batman coloring book with me until my grandmother came to pick me up. He kept an eye out for me for many years after that. He even helped my mother and I escape our lives in Boston when I was fifteen. My mother had sobered up and grew tired of the lies and the abuse my father dealt out every day. She wanted a better life me. There was still time to save me. Peters kept in touch with us after our move to Seattle. He made  sure I was doing well in school and of course staying out of trouble. When I wanted to join the academy, he helped by writing a reference letter for me. Peters showed me what it meant to be a good cop and to be there for my community. If it wasn't for him, I may have ended up just like my dad and my brothers. Spending my life in and out of prison until one day meeting their same demise. Death. 

To this day I owe him and my step father for making me the man that I am today.

My mother met my step father just before my sixteenth birthday. She got a job working at Edwards Lumber as a secretary. At the time Thomas was working in the saw mill cutting lumber. It wasn't until after they fell in love that he confessed that he wasn't just a mill worker, he actually owned the company. Edwards Lumber is one of the biggest lumber companies in Washington. Thomas grew up in the mills working out in the fields cutting trees, stripping the bark by hand, and cutting the boards. His father and his grandfather before that believed you couldn't run a company if you didn't get your hands dirty, put in a real day's work. To know how your product is made and the work that goes into it.

I spent every summer working at the mills learning what it means to put in a good day's worth of work. It taught me how to work hard and not take anything for granted. Officer Peters taught me how to be a good cop, Thomas taught me how to be a good man and a hard worker. Seeing him with my mom the way he treated her with love and respect. She blossomed around Thomas. Every day she wakes up with a smile on her face. He saw her more than just someone who cooks and cleans and raises the kids. Or a punching bag. Thomas sees her as his equal. He supported her while she went back to school to get her degree. Spent late nights listening to her presentation when she was trying to get investors to help her start her bed and breakfast. He really makes her happy. I have learned so much from Thomas and I still am. James Donavon may have donated the sperm to create me, but he had no right being a father to anyone. Thomas is the only man I consider to be my father. My mom wasn't the only one he was there for. He came to every one of baseball games. He was there for me when my first girlfriend broke up with me. He was there when I graduated from the police academy and because of that I took his last name.

I kick off my boots and tug off my gun belt then roll myself up in the blankets. Just as I start to drift off to sleep my phone rings. One eye cracks open to peek at the screen I groan when I see that it is Bryce, the new guy on SWAT. "Dude, do ever sleep?" I answer the phone.

"Sleep is for the dead," he responds. Bryce is far too chipper for someone who just finished working a double. "We are going out to celebrate our last week of double shifts and your ass is coming out to join us. I'm not taking no for an answer. Ryder has a hot ass wife at home and even he is coming out."

I rub my tired eyes and contemplate my life choices, because I am actually considering saying yes to this. "Fuck it, I'll be there."

****

I can't fight the back the yawn erupting across my face. All I want to do is go home and crash. Here I am following this train of drunk idiots to the next bar. We pass by the donut shop across the street from the precinct. A streak of blonde hair from inside the shop catches my attention. My head turns to look through the window and I stop dead in my tracks when I see the beauty standing behind the counter. Her honey colored blonde hair is pulled back in a ponytail. My thoughts sink deep into gutter as I imagine wrapping my hand around it tilting her head back exposing the peaches and cream skin along her neck for me to make my mark. I want to stare into those gorgeous blue eyes while I make her come.

Fuck what the hell is the matter with me. I don't even know this woman and I'm already thinking about the dirty shit I want to do to her. There hasn't been a woman yet who has elicited such an intense reaction in me in a very long time. Come to think of no woman has ever done it. God help me I want to bend her over that counter and fuck the life out of her. She looks like an innocent sweet angel and she would appalled by the fact that she has me hard as fucking steel right now. I palm the front of my pants trying and failing to calm the beast. I want to be inside her so bad if fucking hurts. It literally hurts my dick. I'm going to have permanent zipper marks embedded in my cock.

I've been to this coffee shop every morning since I was transferred to the second and I have never seen her before. Apparently, the Deluca's have been hiding her on the nightshift. Well I think it's about time she meets the man she's going to be fucking for the rest of her life.  

Before I can get my hand on the door the guys are pulling me away from my dream girl and towards a car fill of drunk smelly idiots. I try to fight my way to freedom, but I'm denied. The car pulls away and my girl gets further and further away. I may not have gotten my chance tonight, but I'll be back.