Our big sting didn't go down as planned tonight. The drug dealers must have sniffed us out or got a tip from someone because they jumped us as soon as we knocked on the door. Lucky for me, I was always on edge, ready for a fight when dealing with thugs.
I took care of the one who thought he could take me.
Then ran over to my partner who was having a harder time of it.
Releasing Ronan from the shrimpy dude, I pulled him off his back. Then Ronan punched the other guy who'd been wailing on him and kicked him until he stayed down.
I simply wrangled my guy down and put him in cuffs. Thankfully, someone alerted the police and they rushed to our aid.
Problem was, we didn't get the information we'd wanted tonight. Months of work down the tubes. And to make matters worse, this guy was trying to make putting cuffs on him difficult, so I yanked his arm and said, "What the fuck, dude? You're going to jail so you might as well give up."
After the police put them in their cars, Ronan came over and clasped my hand. "God, thanks for having my back, August. You need to teach me how you fight like that."
"Sure, bro. We can spar around tomorrow."
The FBI trained us, but street fighting can get ugly. It's something you just have to experience. I'd received a lot of that in Windenburg on top of what I'd already known with the MMA fighting in high school. "You need to always be on your guard, Ronan. You never know when a guy is going to sucker punch you."
"Okay," he said, readying his stance. But he was leaving himself horribly open and I took advantage.
I sucker punched him like I'd warned him would happen.
"Ugh," he groaned and fell backward.
"You okay, partner?" I asked, bending down, reaching out for him.
He chuckled, gripping my hand. "Yeah, I'm fine. You got a hell of a right jab. Hurts like a mother. Maybe we can do this tomorrow when my jaw isn't throbbing?"
I smiled. "Sure, bro. Whenever you want. I'm sorry I hit you that hard. Didn't mean to."
"It's alright. Message received. I'll be more careful next time."
As he got to his feet, Agent Williams came over, crossing his arms. "I doubt you could take me, Agent Day."
I almost laughed. Agent Jake Williams was a tiny dude. I towered over him and was twice his size. I was worried I'd hurt him for real. I decided to play along, though. Shaking his hand, I taunted, "Now's as good a time as any, Williams."
We faced each other when Agent Williams tried to get a jump on me and swung his elbow at my jaw. But I was too fast and dodged it. "You'll have to do better than that, Williams."
When he whipped his other elbow, I pulled him to me and clenched him in an arm scissor lock. But as I did this, our eyes met and tingles rippled through me as my heart sped up. I could feel his heart racing against my chest. There was no doubt about it. He was attracted to me as much as I was to him.
"I think I've got you, Agent Williams," I whispered, tightening my grip around him. "Now what are you going to do?"
We were both getting aroused so I released him, hoping we wouldn't embarrass ourselves at work. Instantly, he tried to punch me again but I was ready for it.
Like a boa coiling around its prey, I draped my arm under his neck and tightened like a vice. "You're done, Williams. I've got you in a guillotine hold. You're going to pass out if you don't tap out."
But the guy was so stubborn, he wouldn't tap out. He just struggled, trying without success to wriggle out of it. I didn't want to keep it up, so I relaxed, saying, "I won even though you didn't pass out. So you owe me."
Gasping for air, he asked, "Owe you what?"
"Dinner and drinks. Meet me tonight at 8:00 at the Rainbow Roof. Got it?" That was a gay bar. If I was correct in assuming Jake liked me, he'd agree.
I was right. He nodded, then shrugged out of my grasp, never glancing back, but I saw his face in the mirror. It held a smug smile.