Saving Scarlett- 18+ (PREVIEW)

2: Duke

Can today get any worse? I've never failed a case in my entire life, until today. Several months ago, I was investigating the murder of a seven-year-old girl who was brutally raped and murdered, left in a back alleyway for the rats to find her. It was the most heartbreaking case I had ever been assigned to. The little girls' parents were MIA at the time but when we found them, they were too messed up on drugs to even care. It wasn't until two months later when the mom was locked up and becoming clean, that the news of her daughter's murder finally hit her.

And today, while I was heading out of the city to meet up with friends, was when I received a call from my superior. He told me the case was lost. The little girl's murderer got released from lack of evidence. I cried; I'm not going to lie. I feel like I let that little girl down... as if I didn't give her justice, because I hadn't. 

It took me weeks to trail the cocksucker down but I finally did. Security cameras from local shops on the street caught a man following a little girl into a dark alley and that's when I was able to figure out who the guy was. He was a dumbass and continued to hang around, all while I sat in my mint '67 Impala, waiting for the prick to show his face. If it weren't for the badge on my hip, I would have strangled him to death with my bare hands.

Now I was driving down the road, tears filling my eyes, and I just wanted a stiff drink. After the news I had just received, I needed more than one to get me to relax. That's when I saw a bar up ahead, sitting by itself along the highway, and pulled in. I was still about an hour away from my buddy's place, but I didn't have to be there for a while so I pulled off and got out of my car.

The bar stunk like stale cigarettes and body odor, but I didn't mind right now. I marched up to the bar and ordered a shot of whiskey. When that wasn't enough, I ordered another one. Then I grabbed a beer and sat at the bar, staring down at my hands.

"What brings you around here?" The bartender asked in a creepy voice, which caused me to look up. And that's when I saw the most beautiful brunette I had ever laid eyes on.

She had the darkest brunette hair I had ever seen that cascaded down to just above her perfectly rounded ass. Her jeans looked like they were painted on her, revealing perfect curves, and an hourglass shape. Her breasts were perky but not fake perky. Then I got a small glance of her eyes and noticed they were a light blue, almost silver tone and I couldn't help but stare at her.

Her plump lips turned into a scowl after she took a drink from her beer. "Car problems," she told the bartender.

Then I watched him eye her seductively and I instantly felt a bubble of rage form inside my chest. I hadn't ever met this woman before but I had this strong feeling that I needed to protect her.

"Oh? Well, I get off in thirty minutes. I can take a look at it for you if you'd like." His tongue came out to lick his lips while eyeing her up and down and I had to clench the beer bottle in my hand to keep myself at bay.

"No thanks, I have a tow truck coming. He'll be here soon." She turned her back to him as I watched her drink from her beer. Her lips were seriously so sexy.

A guy that sat between me and her ended up getting up so I took this opportunity to slide one chair closer to her.

"I can take a look at it," I said.

She spun towards me with a look to kill, as if she were about to give me a tongue lashing, but then her features completely softened. I won't lie and say it didn't affect me, because it did. The way she was looking at me made me feel like she liked what she saw. The feeling is mutual, babe, I thought to myself.

She stared into my eyes before asking, "You know how to fix cars?"

I gave her a small smirk and watched her mouth drop open, making me feel twenty feet tall. I knew how to fix anything when it came to cars. When I wasn't investigating and being a homicide detective, I was working on cars.