Free Mercy F*uck by K. S. Adkins Page A

if just realizing I was attached to him, he looks down at me and cringes.
    “He hit you?” he asked gently touching my face.
    “You hit her!” he then screams at his dad. “Why would you hit her?”
    “She’s fucking with your head, boy. She’s using you, perverting you.”
    “He thinks I’m sleeping with Shane,” I say to Axle with a one eye roll since the other was swelling up.
    “I’m not having sex with her!” Shane roared again. “She’s my friend and my boss!”
    If Shane wanted to break free he could. He may not be a fighter but he was definitely physically stronger than I was. “Axle,” I say with authority and a touch of desperation because my arms were really burning. “Take him out back, now .”
    “You ain’t taking my boy away from me! His mother wants him home!”
    “You hit Drew! So I ain’t your boy!” Shane yells back.
    “In a second,” Axle said blowing past me and in one punch sends the cop sailing into the brick. My God, he was impressive. What I wouldn’t give to be able to hit like that. I was so horny right now …
    “Now,” he says coming to stand in front of me. “I’ll take him out back and let you finish up in here.”
    “Thanks,” I smirk and carefully release Shane. Shane who looked down at his dad like he was a complete stranger. A stranger he could not imagine would ever harm a woman. “I’ll handle this,” I promise him. “Now go.”
    “Drew,” he grates out in defeat.
    “You have to trust me, Shane. Go with Axle, please .”
     
    When the door clicked, I grabbed Woody and stood over Officer Willis. “Come here again and the video you just starred in will be sent to your captain and every news station in Michigan. Touch him again and the same rule applies but with blood. Your blood. He’s an adult, he’s made his choice which means I’m giving you one. Stay the fuck away from me and mine or, I’ll make your life a living hell.”
    “This ain’t over,” he promises struggling to get to his feet. “I have to bring my boy home no matter what.”
    Twirling Woody, I say nothing but offer him a smirk that says, I win . The look he gave me on his way out was one of revenge and determination. Locking up behind him, I toss Woody behind the bar and head out back to see Axle and Shane each sitting on a milk crate. Shane’s head was lowered and Axle shook his own letting me know the kid was not okay. Careful not to rile him up further, I kept it simple. “From now on, you stay upstairs. You go home, I can’t protect you.”
    “My dad,” his words steeped in pure misery. “I can’t believe he hit you.”
    “Your dad comes near you or me again, I’ll do more than whack him with Woody.”
    Looking up at me the fear in his eyes nearly dropped me. “He’s a cop, Drew.”
    “He’s no cop,” I manage, barely. I was so fucking angry I couldn’t see straight out of my good eye.
    “Cops protect, they don’t harm. At the end of the day, he’s just a man. We all have lessons to learn. Some of us do, some of us don’t. He’s the latter.”
    “Drew…”
    “My house, my rules. You learned your lesson, Shane and because of that, you have a place here. For as long as you want it. I’ll keep you safe, I swear it.”
    He was off that milk crate hugging me tight when Axle caught my wince. “Thanks Drew,” he whispers.
    “You’re a good kid,” I whisper in return.
    “How about we finish that lesson?” Axle said gently pulling him back.
    Leaving them to it, I went upstairs to ice my face.
     

 
     

    “Something’s got to be missing in your life to want to buy this dump,” Foxy laughed. “So what’s missing?”
    She was… but I didn’t say that. I couldn’t talk about my past with Foxy, with anyone.
    So I went with, “Not sure, but I’m hoping I’ll find out.”
    “You loved and lost,” he guessed shaking his head in pity. “She sure did a number on your ass.”
    “Nine,” I nod. “There’s a number.”
    “I don’t