Page 5 of Broken By The Devil

He tilts his head in question. “Do they?” I stand there in absolute silence, my eyes narrowed in on him. “See, I looked at your file and for three years it says you were personal assistant to Lieutenant Underwood. Now I know he is an insufferable drunk half the time and from what I’ve seen of your personality so far, you wouldn’t have put up with him for even a day let alone three years, so I’m guessing, undercover?”

I clench my teeth hard enough that my jaw throbs, his lips lift slightly in an arrogant smirk. Did I mention how much I despise this man? I look up through my lashes and smile at him. “I did tell you, Sergeant, that I will show you exactly what I’m capable of.” He slightly shuffles in his chair and clears his throat, I don’t wait to be dismissed, I turn and stroll out of his office.

KADE

My cock twitches. I have to readjust in my chair, the barrier of my uniform becoming unbearably tight. The chief’s daughter. She is the chief’s daughter. Stubborn, hardheaded and insufferable. Yet my body is reacting to her of its own accord. I just need an outlet.

I sit there for what feels like hours. I know I should hate her. I know I shouldn’t be reacting this way to her, but she only needs to speak and my body responds.

“Sergeant, can I come in?” a female voice sounds beyond my office door.

Bree enters my office wearing hardly anything at all. A small pink top which exposes her cleavage and short miniskirt which leaves nothing to the imagination. I smile at her knowing full well what she has come into my office for.

She saunters over to me and straddles my lap. This is exactly what I need. Something tells me I’m going to regret this later. Bree is relentless and extremely irritating. Always wanting to discuss feelings. I have to get the little viper out of my head though, I just need a release and she won’t plague my thoughts anymore. Great, now I’m fucking delusional.

EMILIA

The club is busy, there are people everywhere, at least thirty people by the bar and three half naked women gyrating on their poles. The smell of sweat and alcohol is rife in the air. I can feel the sweat clinging to my own skin like a latex suit. “Everybody in position?” I say into the microphone hidden at the very top of the corset on my dress. The black corset digs into every rib and the skirt itself only just covers my ass and clings to every curve I have. I hear the acknowledgments of the officers in my earpiece. We already have our targets in sight. One behind the bar who is serving a lot more than alcohol, a waitress who delivers the drugs to the tables, and the big boss sat in his VIP booth set in the balcony overlooking the entire club. He’s surrounded by security, making it difficult to engage. Luckily, I planned for this scenario.

Cass and Cara are going to intercept the bar tender and Breanna, to her dismay, is in charge of the waitress. She wanted the mafia boss, naturally I said no. I have already caught his eye. I made sure my hair was unbound in waves that travel to my lower back, my lips are painted a deep red and my eyes have the smallest amount of black eyeliner making them more prominent. One of his brute security guards grabs my arm and it takes everything in me to stop myself from punching him in the face. “My boss wants a word with you, you seem to have made an impression on him.” I’ve learnt through my time undercover that men like that only want submission, so I lower my head and follow the guard to the VIP table.

There in the booth sits Nico Moretti, leader of the Poison Legion. He’s wearing an Italian style suit that probably costs more than my apartment, a white shirt with most of the buttons undone, to reveal his chest hair and a gold chunky chain around his neck. He could be handsome with his brown cropped hair neatly styled back. Even his suit has been tailored to show off his muscled arms. I approach the table as slow as I can, not even lifting my head as he slurs “you are a very beautiful woman, come sit for me.” I try and not roll my eyes at the command, but I do as he says and sit on his lap. He has two guards on either side of him, each with some sort of blueprint in their hands. “Hey boss, we’re all set for the deal tomorrow. Security is stationed in and out of the warehouse and the guns are set.”

I attempt to get a better look at the blueprints but the big muscled brute is blocking my view. “Looks like you have plans tomorrow,” I say in my softest voice and directing my speech into the microphone to signal everybody to halt until further orders are given.

“That’s not any of your business, princess. Just sit there and look pretty for me, you’re mine for the night.” It’s then, I feel his hand moving up my leg to my thigh, desperately trying to hide my disgust, I put my hand atop of his and smile at him to try and slow his ascend. “You’re going to let me touch you in front of all of my men and you’re going to enjoy it.” Don’t panic, I tell myself over and over again, don’t go back there, don’t go back to the basement. Nico continues his ascend with his hand, getting dangerously close to my inner thigh, when I hear in my earpiece. “This is Sergeant Kade Hunter, I now have authority over this operation, all officers on my mark…STRIKE, STRIKE, STRIKE.”

Chaos erupts all around the club, smoke grenades are thrown into the bar, clouding everyone’s vision. The smoke is causing everyone to choke and panic. My lungs are on fire and silent tears streak down my face, my eyes stinging and bloodshot. I have no time to act or think, I scramble off Nico’s lap so fast he doesn’t track my movement. “Two officers on me now! I need the two guards taken out!” Officers appear on my left and my right, they each detain the bodyguards and pin them to the floor.

“Nico Moretti, you’re under arrest for conspiracy to supply class A narcotics. Now are you going to cause me a problem or are you going to let me cuff you?” I purr out the last words in the hope it gets him to comply.

“Why would I make it that easy for you, princess?” A fight it is. I grab his arm and twist until he drops his phone on the floor. I make sure his whole body twists with him and he falls into the table face first. I pin him behind the neck, push his face further into the table and put his hand behind his back, cuffing one wrist. I try and grab the other wrist, but he turns too fast for me to anticipate, spinning us both onto the floor. He straddles my waist and leans in close, “What I would do to you if we had the time, princess. I wouldn’t stop until I hear you scream, no matter how many times you say no.” His words snap my last remnant of self-control. I have been used, manipulated and broken. No more. I smash my head against his nose, causing it to break and blood spurts from it all over my face. My leg strike lands perfectly on his abdomen freeing my body from him. I lunge so I’m atop of his body now, grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling his face closer. I punch him in the face, punch after punch, until he can’t see through his right eye. Never again will I be used, never again will I be taken advantage of by men. I pull my arm back for another strike to his face when I hear “HALE! STOP! THAT’S AN ORDER!”

Another man giving me orders. I don’t want to lose my job and career, so I comply. I turn Nico’s body over and cuff both of his wrists behind his back before he’s carted away by another officer to be booked into custody. I lost control, I saw red, the rage simmering at a constant blew up inside of me until I had no control left. I know there’s going to be consequences for this. I’m struggling to care at this point though. He touched me, implied he would rape me, he deserves everything I gave him.

The rage doesn’t dissipate. Who the hell does he think he is? Taking over my operation and ordering my officers to strike. We were not ready. We had an even bigger opportunity to disrupt an arms deal, but Sergeant Hunter makes a split-second decision to ruin everything. Why did he put me in charge if he was just going to rescind control like that? He sabotaged me on purpose, the fucking asshole. I knew he hated me, but to jeopardise his own team, their safety? If he thinks he can sabotage me, he doesn’t know me very well. I may be subject to complying with Tom, but I’d rather die than be submissive to yet another sergeant. I grab my coat from the cloakroom and storm out of the bar into an awaiting SUV. As soon as I see the tower building with triangular set windows climbing all the way up, I knew what I was going to do. I’m not letting this go, it’s time he met the real Emilia Hale.

KADE

Aaron, our technological analyst, gives us a view of inside the club and a close up of the VIP booth Nico would be in. I caught on to the hint Emilia gave to hold orders. I liaised with narcotics but they gave the order to strike despite knowing about the arms deal. Naturally, I called rank and demanded they let Emilia play this out, but the chief then proceeded to walk into my office and demand Nico be brought in regardless. I can’t override the chief’s decision, even if I think it was wrong. He didn’t care that it was Emilia’s operation, he didn’t flinch watching his daughter be touched by the scumbag. Something tells me they do not have the normal relationship a father and daughter should have.

Seeing Emilia be touched, seeing her flinch for just a second, was enough for me to call the strike. Then I see the rage, the hatred, the burning desire to kill. Whatever Nico had said to her, it triggered the viper in her. Nico is unrecognisable in his cell, his eye is swollen shut, he has a broken nose and a fractured eye socket. I have no sympathy for the bastard. He touched her, I would have done far worse, he’s lucky to be alive right now.

Emilia bursts into my office at that moment-her eyes like deep pools of darkness, completely consumed by rage. Until she catches her father’s eye on her and she bows her head. “Father,” she whispers. Chief Hale turns his nose up at her, disgust showing on every inch of his face. “How dare you reduce this force to mockery! You lost control Emilia. There is going to be an investigation into your actions now, not to mention a big target on your back. You beat an Italian don to a bloody pulp! How many times are you going to disappoint me?”

I sat quiet for as long as I could. “Sir, Emilia was perfectly justified in her use of force, she acted in self defence, he touched her inappropriately and implied he was going to sexually assault her. I have no issues in providing a supporting statement as to what I saw.” I think it was gratitude I saw on Emilia’s face, she almost looked relieved and shocked I said anything. “With all due respect, Sergeant, this is between me and my daughter. Emilia, I expect to see you in my office first thing Monday morning, good evening, Sergeant.” Emilia’s posture immediately relaxes, her shoulders more slumped and her expression softened, that all but lasted about a minute.

“If you think what you just said absolves you for sabotaging my operation, you’re sorely mistaken, Sergeant.” The little viper has her gaze on me, seeing her lunge at Nico, I know what she is capable of. The rage emanating from her right now, it’s enough for me to be on alert. “How can you put me in a leadership role and not expect me to fucking lead it? Every single one of those officers were under my command tonight and their safety is not only paramount to me but my sole responsibility! You brought into question every officer’s safety tonight, all because you wanted to make a statement? Is that it? Just because I’m the chief’s daughter I can’t be trusted? Well I don’t know if you’ve noticed but we don’t have the best relationship! If you want me off your team, transfer me!” She spits out the last part, almost to get rid of the rage.

“Do not for one second think that because you’re the chief’s daughter, you have free reign to speak to me as you please. Know your place Hale, before I put you back into it.” I don’t understand why she is so free and expressive with me but so submissive when in the presence of Tom and her father, nothing makes sense with this woman.

“Or what? You think because I’m a woman I’m just going to bow down before you. You’d like me on my knees for you, wouldn’t you?” Disgust is all I hear in her words. I’d be lying if I said the picture of her on her knees before me didn’t enter my mind. Kade get a grip!

I don’t get a response in before she continues, “God forbid you be a woman in this force, let alone a leader in it! Oh no, we don’t take orders from her, she has a vagina!” She storms out of my office, I can still hear her shouting down the hall about not being able to have a vagina in the force and not being taken seriously as a woman. She has a valid point, there are no women in leadership roles in this force. I really hate to admit it but the little viper is growing on me. So much so, that my cock is now fighting my uniform.

Cyrus chooses to make his presence known in my office, an eerie looking smile on his face. “What?” I groaned. “Oh nothing, judging by the massive hard on you’ve got right now and the look on your face, I’d say you’ve met your future wife, Sergeant,” he laughs and strolls out of the room. He really is a bastard.

EMILIA