The Bad Cop's Psycho Lover

2. In Which She Gets A Lawyer

Connor’s POV 

The look in her eyes was like mockery, it felt like she was mocking me and every single person in the building. Did she think she'd shed some crocodile tears -no offense to crocodiles- and we'll set her free? Well, if that's what has been happening, she has something different coming her way. I'd make her regret killing anyone.

"Uhm, hi, excuse me, I'm Sarah Jones. I'm a lawyer" I heard a voice from behind me say, I turned around to say hi to her, but just like all the other ladies I've met, she was sizing Brax and I. Brax didn't even bother to say hi to her, at least now you know who is more polite. I'm guessing Sarah is the lawyer assigned to Imade.

Sarah adjusted her coffee brown blazer, clearing her throat and looking away from us due to the lack of attention given to her, by us. I mean could you blame us though?

“Excuse me” she said to no one in particular and went over to knock on the door, from the glass, I could see detective Saunders give Imade a nasty look then stood up to check who was at the door

“Hi, I’m Sarah Jones. I believe I’m assigned to the lady in there” Sarah introduced and Saunders let her in. Detective Saunders then picked her notepad and left the two ladies in the room.

“Something is definitely wrong with her” Detective Saunders voiced when she got to Brax and I. I didn’t fail to notice how she tapped my shoulders and trailed her fingers down my chest. Inappropriate behavior detective.

I gave her a tight smile and pulled her hand away from me, If Brax noticed, he hid his reaction well.

Annoyed, Detective Saunders stomped angrily away from us.

“You know, my advice to you is that, you should tap that ass. She’s offering man, take it so she’ll leave you alone” Brax whispered and I laughed. 

One of these days, I’d give in one of these days. 

  The only problem I had with people like her is that, when she get the opportunity to be with me in bed, she’d think we are a thing, and we could never be, but I don’t give her what’s she’s asking for, she’d disturb me like this forever, and honestly, it’s getting tiring. It was cute the first few weeks when she started it. I didn’t even notice the signs, Brax did.

She was just posted here from LA about three weeks ago, she was classy, hot and very good at what she does, she still is. Everyone wanted a piece of her, including me, everyone wanted to have a taste of the fresh meat, you know? It was then Brax noticed how she would constantly look at me, call me to her office, most times she let me walk into her office when she’s taking her shirt off, I don’t know why she was doing that, don’t ask me. When he told me about it, my attraction for her started to fade, but here never did. Not to this day.

  “Yo Connor, Brax! Chief wants to see you guys” an officer, I think Bradley is his name, said. I guess it’s time to go submit reports.

Imade’s POV

“Hi” the full freckled-face woman said to me, for some reason, she had an oddly satisfying smile on her face. Do I look like a joke to you ma’am? I guess it was her selling point. The face she gave her clients so they could trust her and tell her every detail of everything that happened. Well, it wasn’t working for me.

I didn’t bother answering her. I know I shouldn’t be rude to someone who is trying to help me but, you can’t blame me, I was born with an attitude.

 “Look, for this to work, we have to be at least acquaintances, and we can’t do that if you keep that attitude” she said to me, she still had that smile on her face.

    “What do I then respond to “hi” huh?” I asked her and she laughed. This woman really thinks I’m a joke.

“Nice to know you can talk and you’re not letting go of the attitude” she said and I smiled.

“Okay, let’s get down to the basics. I’m not a regular lawyer, I’m a fun lawyer so let me be your safe place. Okay?” She asked and I gave her a disgusted look at her failed attempt to quote Rachel’s mom from the mean girls movie.

   “For some reason, you’re calm about this whole thing” she stated. I’m sorry what??? What’s that supposed to mean?

“I didn’t kill anyone” I told her. She shook her head and opened up the book she brought with her.

“Oh honey, I never said you did” she smiled.

“So, how did you get that injury?” She asked first, motioning to the blood-stained area on my top. The only reason I’m mad about this whole thing, is that this was my favorite top. I had only gotten it yesterday at a very cheap price; I’m talking $15.

 “I don’t know” I told her. She had a look of disbelief on her face for a few seconds then she scoffed, nodded and scribbled something down on the book.

“What were you doing in the restaurant at that time?” Sarah asked me, putting her black pen on the tip of her lips.

“I own the restaurant” I proudly answer.

“Oh,  I’ve seen it a few times, it’s beautiful” she complimented and I look away.

“Are you okay?” She asked me, searching my face for answers. I mean sis, you could just back the f**k up and let me open my mouth to give you an answer, you know?

“No, I mean mentally” she added. I looked down at my handcuffed hands. Tears pooling in my eyes, threatening to fall if I make any move.

  My mental issue is not something I’m proud of. It started when I was ten. 

 I was walking back from school to the restaurant my dad owned, after loosing my mom while having me, I was really all my dad had, and so I wanted to be with him every time so he wouldn’t have the chance to miss my mom and then blame me for taking her away from him. On my way to the restaurant, a reckless biker ran into me and I landed on the road, head first. My dad thought I was going to die, hell, I thought I’d die, but, I’m a bad b***h that can’t be killed easily! I woke up after two months of coma with a mental instability , the doctor claimed was caused by shock and the impact of the hit. I would always cry and laugh when I’m in panic, and I’d feel itchy all over when I’m angry. During the time I’m like that, I can’t be held accountable for my actions because even I wouldn’t know what happened. 

 It was like, I’d see things happen but I can’t give account for it because my mind locked me out of the information. I got into a lot of trouble when I was small, I beat a lot of people up because they always made fun of me, calling me psycho and other mean names. When my dad had enough of my craziness, he decided to home school me. It was for the best anyway, he always said “the more you stay away from people, the better for you” and it was true, so I avoided people as much as I could. 

 “Imade” she tried but failed to pronounce my name right.

“I’m fine, I just have a minor instability” I told her, I couldn’t meet her eyes, I was confident enough for that.

 “Minor? Feels like major to me” she muttered but I heard her. It made me angry, she was here to defend me not f*****g insult me!

“What did you just say to me?” I asked her. For a split second, I saw fear in her eyes when she looked at me.

“I-“

“Repeat it!” I dared her. I was ready to pull out her fake strawberry blonde hair and feed it to her, while still handcuffed.

“I’d like you to calm down, we’re in a police station, remember? And they think you’re a psychopath that killed someone. You don’t want them to be right, right?” She asked and I calmed down because she made a lot of sense.

“I’m sorry for what I said about your mental state. I’d like you to please tell me everything you can recall” she said calmly and I nodded.

I only cooperated because I’m the one in cuffs, and I’m the one being tried for murder.

“So, I’m just closing for the night when this pretty petite lady stops me and begs me to take her order. Spaghetti and meatballs, I tell her I’m not taking any more orders but she begs and promises to pay double the amount. I could tell she was desperate so I tell her to pay the normal amount and I’ll get something for her, I walk to the kitchen and start whipping up something for her when I hear the front door of the restaurant open, someone came in. I go out to tell the second person that I’ve closed for the day but the person was wearing all black, looking scary. I couldn’t tell if it was a girl or a guy so I start to itch because that’s how I get when I’m scared or panicked or angry. The girl makes a nasty comment about me but she meant it as a joke, I could tell so I go back to the kitchen. When I come back out with the food, the girls was lying in a pool of blood, the next thing I remember is being followed by someone in black, turns out it was a police officer. Now I’m here” I explained and she nodded, jotting things down.

“Look, you have to understand that I didn’t kill her, I’m not psycho. I’d never kill anyone. I swear” I told her and she smiled.

“I believe you. I’ll do everything I can to help you” she said, placing her hand on mine.

“Did you ever go to the hospital for your, uhm, thing?” She asked and I nodded”

“Sweet, give me the information of the hospital so I can get your documents, if all goes well, you’ll be fine” she assured and I nod my head, silently praying she’s right.

“It’s been a long night for you, make sure you get some rest” she advices and gets on her feet to leave.

“I’m not psycho” I tell her and she nodded her head, smiling. Her parents would’ve just named her smiley or something related, her smile is creepy and she likes to smile a lot.

“Are you stable enough to give me your statement now?” The stupid detective that came in the first time, peeped into the room.

Her glare just puts me off, she looks like a murderer.

“No I’m not, any question you have, please ask my lawyer” I told her, mentally giving her the finger.

“You’ve got some balls talking to me like that” she blabbed, coming into my personal space. Uhm, excuse me miss, back the hell up. Thank you.

“All I can say to you, is I didn’t kill her, I didn’t kill anyone” I told her.

“Well, we’ll see about that” she said, sending me death glares that would’ve ended me a long time ago if only looks could really kill.

What was her deal anyway? Bad cop?  She looked like a stripper -no offense to strippers- in that tight fitting skirt that was sitting above her thighs. I bet she was doing everything that moves in this building. It scared me to think she’d make a move on me, I mean it’s likely since she had invaded my personal space.

Help! Please! Somebody!

Where in God’s name are the darn police officers when you need them????