Dirty Cop

Prologue

First person POV

My first real kiss wasn't exactly like what you see in movies: There were no fireworks or pleasure filled sparks that shot passed our lips. We weren't in some romantic place under the stars—hell—it wasn't even during a sunset. And it wasn't in front of a fireplace on a cold blistery night either you corny, cliché bastards.

On the contrary.

It was in the middle of a hot sweaty day, on the rooftop of some old building. It wasn't romantic in any way, shape or form. But I have to admit… His kisses were addicting.

I'd only known this guy for about a day—give or take.

Yeah! That's right!

I pretty much made-out with a complete stranger!

And a criminal to boot.

Can't say I'm really proud of it, but I also can't say I regret it.

Plus, it's not like I had much of a choice. I mean—the guy basically kidnapped me and dragged me around the whole city, only to french me on some rooftop.

And anyway, I would like to see you say no to getting kissed by a guy as sexy as he is.

Would you push him away?

No.

I didn't think so.

But anyway.

Yes. I'll admit it; he was a damn good kisser (God knows, he probably had a lot of practice), but I don't think that getting a few good kisses is worth being in the mess that I'm in right at this particular moment.

What's this 'mess' that I'm in you ask?

Don't worry, I'll tell you the whole story in just a moment.

But for now, you'll need to wait a second, because I need to hurry up and find a way out of my cell.

…

Yep, that's right—I'm stuck in fucking jail.

No, not prison.

Not yet.

I'll be there by Wednesday though if my lawyer doesn't think of something clever, but I know that the brown-haired bastard is just shrugging everything off… hence the reason why I'm trying to find a way out now.

I kinda just gave you a big hint as to what's going on, but that's not the whole story.

SO—while I'm busy trying to squeeze my big head through these steel bars, I'll just let you go back in time to see the events that led up to this.

And I'd prefer it if you heard the story from my point of view, because if you heard the story from that other bastard, then he'll just twist up everything to make himself look good, which is just a fucking lie.