Chapter Seven
SASHA
The call came in over the radio, and Sasha kicked her car into gear. Two uniforms had stopped a man who fit the description she had given.
“Don’t scare him,” she said into her radio. “Just tell him to wait for me. I’m only a few minutes away.”
She rounded a corner, saw the same man, big and tall, standing with his hands up, and two uniforms nearby, hands on their holsters.
Fuck, Sasha thought. They didn’t have to act like they were reaching for their guns. She stopped the car, saw the man bend down to look in the window and laugh.
He greeted her as she climbed out of the car, and she did not fail to notice him checking her out. So he was that type of man, arrogant, cocky, and thinks he’s god’s gift to women. No sense of boundaries. In other words, a cocky prick.
