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she said, nodding. “He did horrible things to me.”
    “He took those pictures.” Chuck glanced at the camera on the table beside him.
    “I know. I hate them. Please delete them? I’d die if anyone saw them.”
    Chuck’s gaze narrowed, and he patted a pocket on his shirt with the hand holding the gun. “I’m going to keep them.” The light from the lamp on the kitchen counter fell on his other mangled, bloody arm. Creature had gotten a pound of flesh. Good for him.
    “As long as you have them,” she replied.
    “Only me, baby. I take care of you.”
    Chuck was a thug. A thug with a badge and a gun who’d charmed her with jokes and a smile.
    Come on, Jacques.
    “I’m going to look at Creature now.” She took a step toward the dog.
    “No.” Chuck stood, swaying on his feet, and held the gun out. “You leave that damn dog alone.”
    “He’s hurt.” Red hazed Odalia’s vision, and she dug her fingernails into her palms.
    Creature struggled upright, growling at Chuck.
    “Fuck you, dog.” Chuck limped toward her, the gun pointed at Creature.
    She stepped between the gun and Creature. “Chuck, no!”
    “Get back.” Chuck thrust the gun toward her, and she raised her hands again.
    Creature surged to his feet, snarling and swaying as he struggled to protect her.
    “Lie down, Creature.” She hated how her body trembled, how she wanted to wrap her arms around Creature and cry. Would this be Katrina all over again?
    “Get away from the dog,” Chuck yelled. He swung his arm, aiming at Creature instead of her. “I said get back.”
    The back door crashed open, and Odalia threw herself at Chuck. She hit him square in the chest as the gun discharged. Pain shot up her leg, and she screamed as the sensation tore her to pieces. They were hit by something else—Jacques—and Chuck roared in rage.
    “Get back,” Jacques snapped at her.
    She rolled, grunting as her injury was jarred. Creature barked, and the two men grappled in her kitchen. By the time she got upright, Jacques was on top of Chuck, his knee in the man’s back. He yanked out the standard-issue cuffs from Chuck’s belt and used the man’s own cuffs to restrain him.
    “Oh fuck me,” she spat out between clenched teeth. Her calf was torn and bloody, from what, she couldn’t tell.
    Creature dragged himself over to her, whining and licking her hands.
    Outside, the night lit up with red and blue lights.
    “Odalia?” Mathieu called, a frantic note in his voice.
    “Suspect is restrained, officer down,” Jacques yelled to the people outside.
    Oh, shit. The SD card. It was in Chuck’s front pocket.
    Before Odalia could get a word out, officers entered, guns in hand. Creature stood over her, growling, too many people talking at once.
    An officer she didn’t recognize pointed his gun at Creature.
    “No, he’s not dangerous.” Odalia wrapped her arms around her dog, glaring at the cop.
    “I’ve got him.” Mathieu shouldered through the crowd and went to a knee by her side.
    Creature strained toward the man, whimpering. He swung his head and growled at another officer who got too close.
    “I’ll ruin you. I’ll ruin you!” Chuck howled as the officers read him his Miranda rights and hauled the struggling cop out of her house.
    She watched him leave, knowing he had all the pieces of the puzzle on his person to make that happen. Her life as a cop—it was over. He’d reveal everything about her side job, her lifestyle and that was it. She’d be off the force.
     
     

 

Chapter Six
     
    Odalia limped to her Sergeant’s office after a long morning. It was about to get longer.
    Philip Soulier-Rouge was a man of few words. Had he been a Dominant in the dungeon, Odalia would have avoided him whenever possible. She respected him, but there was an intangible, intimidating quality about the man.
    “Sarge?” She tapped his door with her knuckles. “Got a minute?”
    Rouge, as they called him behind his back, was bent over paperwork, a cup of