Big sister, provider—that’s how Joy Simmons had always seen herself. She wanted more from life, but she didn’t have time for a man to make her heart race.
Officer Logan Scott never imagined when he was shot he would meet her—a nurse with dark soulful eyes and a killer body who made him forget every other thought in his mind. He would do everything he could to stoke the intense attraction between them.
But it wasn’t going to be easy. Something big stood in his way. However, Logan wouldn’t give up now that he’d found Joy.
The darkness of the alley made it a perfect place for an ambush. Officer Logan Scott knew he had to be careful. He paused at the entrance and listened for any kind of sounds that would give away Ridge Webber’s location. He hadn’t been a police officer for twenty years not to take his time. The smell of old garbage, urine, and a scent he didn’t want to think about burned his nose.
For the past two years now, he had been after Ridge for selling stolen guns and drugs to minors. He needed some hard evidence to get this street punk and menace-to-society put behind bars. However, Ridge was smart and always found a loophole to slip through. It was like he was a cat with nine lives. One time, a rookie had forgotten to read the bastard his rights, and the station had to release him.
“Logan, do you want me to go down to the other end and block in him?” Logan’s partner Peggy Williams whispered next to him. “I know he’s in there. I can feel him staring at us. He has been waiting for us to come to him, and I think we should flush him out.”
Glancing to the left, Logan looked down at Peggy. Despite standing five nine and a half, he still towered over her with his six feet five inches. She had been his partner for about six weeks now since his long-time partner Marcus Jackson was assigned to desk duty. Ridge had shot Marcus in the arm about eight weeks earlier while fleeing from a scene. He had gone into hiding the same day, and this was the first time they had him cornered since.
The whole police force had been searching for Ridge, but his family kept moving him from place to place. Logan was convinced he would still be hidden now if they hadn’t threatened to arrest the uncle who kept giving him money.
“Do you want me to stay here while you go around the block to the other side?” Peggy asked him, repeating her question. He had to admit Peggy was fearless. Nothing seemed to scare the woman next to him. Maybe it came from both of her parent being in the military, or she could just have ice water running through her veins. He didn’t care which one it was. He was just pleased he hadn’t been placed with a rookie.
“I think it would be best if I stayed here and you went to over near the trash cans since it’s deserted there. I want to make sure he can’t have easy access to the busy street a few blocks away. You know, once he gets on that sidewalk, he can blend in with the crowd so easily,” Logan complained.
“Okay, give me a chance to get to the other side before you call him out. You know how much he hates to be confronted. He has a quick temper and doesn’t have a problem shooting a cop.” Peggy eased around him and hurried around the corner.
Logan waited until he saw her again on the other side of the alley before he called out. “Ridge, I know you’re in there. Why don’t you come out? Don’t make this any harder on yourself. You’ve already shot a cop, so you’re already in deep trouble. Why are you trying to make it harder? I don’t want to have to shoot to kill, but I will if you make me. Give yourself up now.”
“Shut the fuck up,” Ridge yelled back from somewhere in the darkened alley. Logan couldn’t tell how far away he was. “He had it coming, and I would shoot him again without thinking twice about it.”
Logan held his temper as Ridge’s words pissed him off. He couldn’t let this thug get to him. He had to be the one in control. He wasn’t the kind of cop to shoot first and ask questions later. If he had to kill Ridge, he wanted it to be a clean kill. Nothing that could come back and haunt him later.
“Why can’t you show your face? Or are you too scared to do it?”
“I’m not scared of shit,” Ridge yelled as he suddenly appeared from behind several piled-up boxes a few yards in front of Logan, pointing a gun directly at him. “How many times do I have to tell the cops I’m not going to jail?”
Logan didn’t flinch as Ridge pointed the gun at him. Years of training had his emotions under tight restraint.
“I’m not going to let you take me in. I want out of here, and you’re going to let me go, aren’t you, Officer Scott?” Ridge taunted as he aimed his gun for the middle of Logan’s chest.
“You don’t have any power to make any demands on me. So, why don’t you drop your gun? I know you honestly don’t want to die today,” Logan tossed back as he tried to get through to Ridge.
“I don’t care about dying. However, can you say the same thing about your pretty partner?” Ridge asked.
Logan’s stared back at Ridge as his threatening words set in. What in the hell was Ridge talking about? Peggy wasn’t going to die. “Once again, stop with the empty threats and drop you gun,” he demanded.
“I never make an empty threat, do I, Luther?” Ridge moved out a few inches, and Logan was momentarily stunned to see Ridge’s partner had a knife up to Peggy’s throat. How in the hell had that happened? Luther must have been hiding further back in the alley and come up behind Peggy. He couldn’t let Ridge know how much this had thrown him. He had to get Peggy away from Luther without him hurting her.
“Luther, let go of my partner, or I’ll be forced to shoot Ridge,” Logan threatened.
“Don’t listen to him, Luther,” Ridge yelled back at his friend. “Officer Scott isn’t going to do a thing. He doesn’t want another partner hurt on his watch. Now, why don’t you get more comfortable with Officer Williams? I think we might be here a while.”
“I can do that.” Luther’s raspy voice carried through the alleyway back to Logan. He could hear the threat in the younger man’s voice, and without a doubt in his mind Logan knew Luther would kill Peggy.
“So, Officer Scott, I think we have the upper hand now. How about you drop that gun and toss it over here to me?” Ridge suggested. “I know you want me really bad, but not if it means the life of your partner.”
Shaking his head, Logan aimed the gun for the middle of Ridge’s chest. “I can’t do that, and you know it.” He had to find a way to outsmart this guy. Ridge was young, but there wasn’t anything dumb about him. He had been on the streets most of his life.
“I wish you had listened to me,” Ridge said before he fired a shot.
Logan tried to move, but Ridge was a crack shot. The bullet hit him in the upper part of his shoulder, knocking him to the ground. A burning pain raced through his body. He was able to fire off a shot, but it missed its mark as Ridge raced away from him toward Luther and Peggy. He saw her fall to the ground as Luther let go of her and raced off behind Ridge. He was trying to stay focused as Peggy hurried over to him.
“Logan, just stay with me,” she screamed, applying pressure to his wound. “I just called in the shot on the radio. Help is on its way.” He noticed the blood make it way’s down Peggy’s neck from the small cut on the side. It looked like a flesh wound, but he couldn’t be too sure.
“I’m sorry that I didn’t know Luther was here with him. I should have known. He got bailed out of jail last week,” Logan mumbled as he started to feel lightheaded. His shoulder felt like it was on fire.
“It’s not your fault. Ridge and Luther are very dangerous.”
“Yes, it is my fault, and I promised not to put you in that kind of situation again.” He was trying his best to keep his eyes open, but they were getting so heavy. He just needed to close them for a few minutes. “Tell Marcus what happened and that I’m not giving up on getting Ridge a cell next to his father.” Logan mumbled before he closed his eyes.