Banged: Blue Collar Bad Boys, #9
By Brill Harper
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He's a warrior with no battle. A cop with no bad guy. A man with no purpose.
When my best friend and ERU partner was blown up by a bomb I should have been able to defuse, I vowed to never let anyone get that close again. I'm just drifting through life, and that's okay with me. If I can't feel, I can't hurt.
Until I meet my neighbor.
I've been doing my best to avoid the too-pretty pregnant girl next door. She stirs too many things inside me I have no business feeling. She's too young, too fresh, too pregnant with someone else's kid for me to be fantasizing about.
Until the day I can't ignore her anymore.
Hillary is a born caretaker, but nobody takes care of her. She's alone in the world, but not for much longer, not with the way that baby dances in her belly. She's all the things I try to stay away from—optimistic, uncommonly sweet, and oh, yeah, she's somehow still a virgin.
Author's Confession: You read that right. She's a pregnant virgin. I probably don't need to say anything else to get you to one-click at this point, but I'll go ahead and tell you the bomb technician will make your heart go BOOM. He's the alpha caretaker you want guarding your six. And your nine…
Brill Harper
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Bounced: Blue Collar Bad Boys, #1 Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Nailed: A Blue Collar Bad Boys Book: Blue Collar Bad Boys, #2 Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Wrecked: A Blue Collar Bad Boys Book: Blue Collar Bad Boys, #4 Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Drilled: A Blue Collar Bad Boys Book: Blue Collar Bad Boys, #3 Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Tagged: Blue Collar Bad Boys, #6 Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Laid: A Blue Collar Bad Boys Book: Blue Collar Bad Boys, #5 Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Plowed: Blue Collar Bad Boys, #7 Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Bucked: Blue Collar Bad Boys, #8 Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Banged: Blue Collar Bad Boys, #9 Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Tapped: A Blue Collar Bad Boy Book: Blue Collar Bad Boys, #10 Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5
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Banged - Brill Harper
About this Book
He’s a warrior with no battle. A cop with no bad guy. A man with no purpose.
WHEN MY BEST FRIEND and ERU partner was blown up by a bomb I should have been able to defuse, I vowed to never let anyone get that close again. I’m just drifting through life, and that’s okay with me. If I can’t feel, I can’t hurt.
Until I meet my neighbor.
I’ve been doing my best to avoid the too-pretty pregnant girl next door. She stirs too many things inside me I have no business feeling. She’s too young, too fresh, too pregnant with someone else’s kid for me to be fantasizing about.
Until the day I can’t ignore her anymore.
Hillary is a born caretaker, but nobody takes care of her. She’s alone in the world, but not for much longer, not with the way that baby dances in her belly. She’s all the things I try to stay away from—optimistic, uncommonly sweet, and oh, yeah, she’s somehow still a virgin.
Author’s Confession: You read that right. She’s a pregnant virgin. I probably don’t need to say anything else to get you to one-click at this point, but I’ll go ahead and tell you the bomb technician will make your heart go BOOM. He’s the alpha caretaker you want guarding your six. And your nine...
Chapter One
Mac
I REALLY HATE THIS coffee shop.
The darkest corner I could find is still lit up like they’re using stadium lights, and the speakers placed every two feet are blaring annoyingly spirited pop music of the boy band variety. The air even tastes sweet, like bubblegum. It’s like Whoville and all the noise, noise, noise. Fuck.
The barista at the counter even looks like Cindy Lou Who with her shiny blonde hair braided up and her too tight T-shirt showing too much skin. Maybe some men like that. Maybe she gets great tips. But she does nothing for me other than make me want to suggest she put on a sweater and get her homework done.
The music in here jangles my nerves, but so do the clattering dishes, the clinking spoons, the scrape of metal against metal. My blood pressure is rising, the thumping in my head getting louder and louder. A cash register dings and the vein in my temple throbs.
Hold it together, Stryker.
I sip at my acrid, burnt coffee, and it scalds the inside of my mouth.
That quiet spot inside my head that used to make my job dismantling explosives possible seems to have disappeared, leaving me like this—always one step from losing my shit. My hand throbs, a reminder of why I’m sitting here instead of at the station or out on a call. I could probably hide the stuff going on in my head if I had to, but nobody is letting me go back to work until my hand heals, something physical therapy doesn’t seem to be doing.
I frown into my cup. If I have to be at a coffee shop instead of the cop shop, I wish I were at Old Joe’s instead. Old Joe’s feels more like a pub, only instead of booze they serve smooth coffee and normal looking desserts that taste like food and not plastic and saccharin. But now I come here because she had to ruin it all.
I don’t know her name. She’s pretty. She’s smiley. She’s pregnant.
And she’s my neighbor.
The last day I stepped foot in Old Joe’s, I took one look at her behind the counter, that sunny smile and pretty little dimple, her dark chin-length hair the same shade as her deep brown eyes, and I turned around and never went back. It’s hard enough to avoid her in the hallway outside our apartments, I don’t need to run into her every day over my coffee. Then she’d start talking to me. Asking me questions. Getting to know me. Then she’d expect that we chat at the mailbox. Maybe gossip about the neighbor down the hall who entertains an awful lot of men in her apartment when her husband is at work. Then comes borrowing a cup of sugar
or I made extra lasagna and brought you a plate.
No. Thank. You.
For one thing, I don’t want to be friendly with anyone. It’s not just her, but she’s worse. She’s the kind of person that you can tell is genuinely nice. Good inside. Not faking it like most of us. Ten years on the police force and I can tell you I know for certain there are more assholes like me in the world than honestly nice human beings like her.
But the other thing that keeps me far, far away from the girl next door is I want to fuck her.
Bad.
She’s deliciously round. Fertile. It shouldn’t even be sexy. I’ve never been turned on by a pregnant woman before.
But being someone’s mother means she’d best stay away from the likes of me. Not only am I not interested in commitment or family, but I’m a fucking mess. Nobody deserves to be saddled with me, but especially not someone responsible for another human life.
I’ve never seen a baby daddy hanging around, but he’s out there somewhere. He should be home with her. Keeping guys like me from drooling all over the mother of his kid. The fantasies I have make me feel dirty. Well, after I come, I feel dirty. While I’m stroking to the thought of her, I feel fucking fantastic. The things I want to do to that woman are not legal in some states.
Better change the direction of my thoughts. The last thing I need is a hard-on when my boss gets over here.
Captain Albright weaves around the long line at the cash register and toward my table. I stand, offering him my left hand rather than my right now that it’s so messed up.
We catch some startled stares from the Abercrombie & Fitch crowd around us. We don’t exactly fit in with the One Direction is the best band ever
patrons. Cap isn’t a small man, and we’re evenly matched in height, though he’s got about forty pounds on me. Most of the guys on my ERU squad are big. It seems to go with the territory. Though Cafferty, the one handling the bombs that used to go to me, is about 5’9" and wiry as fuck. He’s the dude we always send into crawlspaces first.
After shaking my hand, Cap pulls me into a bear hug and slaps my back. Stryker, what’s good here?
Bottled water,
I answer and slap him back.
He laughs and scans the chalkboard with specials written on it in fat bubble letters. I like that sweet drink, right? What is it called?
Mocha, sir. I already ordered you one. They said they’d bring it to the table.
I signal to Cindy Lou Who that I’m ready for that drink, and we sit in the hard plastic chairs the colors of a neon nightmare.
How are you doing, son? I read the most recent report on your hand this morning.
I blow out a frustrated breath. I need to come back to work. I’m going crazy, Cap.
His eyes are warm, but his expression resigned. You’re not logging in all your psych meetings.
His coffee arrives in the hands of a different young woman who shoots me an appreciative glance. At least she looks a couple years older than the blonde, but I’m still not interested. Thank you,
Cap says, offering another tip for the delivery to the table.
I’d already added a tip, but I don’t begrudge her getting more. It gives me a few more seconds of not hearing the bad news anyway. When she leaves, my time is up.
Cap sighs. I can’t bring you back until both your doctors agree, and that psychologist will never clear you unless you do the time.
I was afraid of that. I’ll start going to the group meetings again. I just...hate it.
I can’t decide which is worse—the group sessions or the one-on-ones with my psych doc. That fucker sort of makes me want to punch things more when I’m inside his office than I do outside of it.
None of those cops want to be there, but there’s no shame in it. We have to lean on each other sometimes, Stryker. Everyone in that meeting is dealing with similar shit.
I nod. The guys in the group are not the problem. I can relate to all of them. Two of the guys also lost their partners on the job like I did. There’s no manual telling you how to deal with that. Well, there is. There’s a manual for everything at the police department. Just not a useful one.
Ricky was more than my partner on the squad; he was my best friend. Every night, I relive his last moments. Every day, I walk around feeling like a ghost.
It