Dating a female cop isn't really fun for men I guess. In the looks department I turn enough heads. Just over 5 ft, long black hair, big brown eyes and a natural figure that would made women jealous. That helped the relationships, sometimes, but they all eventually frizzled down to nothing. I decided to go into law enforcement because of my father. My mother passed away at birth and my father died in the line of duty during a major drug bust when I was a teenager.
I knew that law enforcement was a dangerous job but the thing that hurt the most was the knowledge that my father was betrayed by his partner, resulting in his death. Ever since then I knew that my life would be spent in the law enforcement field. Eventually I became a U.S. Marshall and became in charge of transporting high profile prisoners to court or to a different facility.
The day my life changed was when the transport case and profile of Viktor Nikolsky came across my desk. It was a normal transport that my partner and I handled but the person who was shown in the profile was much more interesting then transport details. He was 34 years of age and according to the notes 6'4. Looking at the man in the picture I see midnight black hair and dark eyes set underneath a pair of elegant eyebrows. His nose was straight and aristocratic and his cheekbones stood out and made his face beautiful to behold.
The only mar to the perfection was a single scar running 3 inches long from the end of his left eyebrow down to the side of his face. The scar brought to attention the dangerous man that he really is. For those who have never heard of Viktor the scar would be enough to make a normal person avoid him. However, this criminal is the beloved son of the Russian mafia boss Ivan Nikolsky.
Tales of Viktor and his narrow escapes from the law have run through many squad rooms but we finally nabbed him. According to the file he needed to be transported to court at 9 a.m. tomorrow for the alleged killing of 10 people. Thinking about seeing him in person sent a shiver of apprehension through my spine. I didn't like the idea of transporting this man.
He was dangerous, had dangerous connections and was dangerous threat to my libido as well. I didn't like the reaction of my body whenever I looked into those black eyes in his picture. Just staring into the picture for a few more minutes imagining what he would be like in bed made me hot and wet. Guiltily I closed the folder and went home to get some rest for a busy day and hastily blame the feelings I had in my office as just horniness since I haven't been with a man for a while.
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The first part of the job actually entailed getting Viktor into the car. So here I was with Viktor in handcuffs next to me while I waited for my partner and the car. The obvious male approval of my body was evident in his intent gaze and the way the right side of his mouth crooked up just slightly. I didn't like him and told him as much and was just rewarded with a deep male chuckle.
By accident (or not) the front of my body happened to mesh against him while helping him into the car. Just the one touch instantly hardened my nipples and sent currents of heat to lower areas of my body. The look on his face when he was finally seated in the car showed that he noticed my body's reaction. Bastard.
Stan, my partner, seemed to be in a chipper mood while I sat straight as a pin in the passenger seat of the car. The drive to the court seemed to take longer then it usually does. The darkly handsome prisoner restrained in the back might of had something to do with it too. I was starting to finally relax when Stan pulled into a rest stop on the side of the highway. Angrily I turn to him, "No stopping, we can do whatever we need to do when we get to the courthouse. You know the procedure."
Stan looked at me and shrugged as he killed the engine. "Sorry kid, when you gotta go, you gotta go. Be back in 5." Brooding I stare out the window on high alert when I hear the gunshot. In a panic I jump out of the car, make sure its locked and run towards the mens bathroom. No way was anyone hurting my partner while I was on duty. I take out my gun and have it on the ready when I swing around the side of the building. Stan is calmly walking towards me without a worry in the world.
"Stan! What the hell just happened? I thought something was wrong. I heard a gunshot!"
Stan's my partner so naturally I put away my gun while I'm ranting. Stan was all smiles as he walked up to me and gave me a right hook that made me go down hard and see stars. As I try and recover Stan gives me another one that almost makes me black out. Struggling to stay awake I feel Stan bind and gag me.
"Sorry kid," he whispers as he throws me into the back trunk of the car and covers my face with a white piece of gauze that had a funny smell. As I slip into unconsciousness he says, "The money that the Nikolsky family gave me was too hard to resist. Don't worry though, I was assured that you would meet a quick, unexplained death."
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I was pretty sure I was dead when my eyes finally opened. At least my body felt like someone's attempted to kill me and I could feel my face swelling. Shifting I could feel the the soft mattress underneath me with sheets that had to be egyptian cotton. My head was resting on the softest pillow. So maybe I was in heaven, but I'm pretty sure angels don't restrain people.
