Hey readers, this is my redone version of Dangerous, I hope you like it :)
Charlie Buckton entered Angelo's, wearing her blue police uniform. She was there on business, nothing more.
Right.
She spotted him, the man she was after. Well, she was after his brother. He was serving drinks at the bar, and when he was free, she strode up to him. "Darryl, a word, please?" Charlie said to the attractive, tattooed, "respectable" barman, Darryl 'Brax' Braxton.
Brax sighed. "What is it now Sarge?"
"Don't call me that," Charlie snapped. "Can I have a water, lemon on the side?"
"Are you sure you wouldn't like anything stronger?" Brax asked, leaning forward and resting his elbows on the bar.
"No, water is fine." Charlie snapped again.
Brax poured Charlie the drink and set it in front of her. "What is it you wanted to talk to me about?"
"It's about Heath, your brother." Charlie said as she took a sip of her water.
"What are you trying to do him for now?" Brax asked in frustration.
"We understand that he was in possession of an illegal stash of drugs," Charlie told Brax, her eyes searching his for any sign that he was involved or knew about it. "Marijuana. He's in police custody. Do you have anything you would like to say Darryl?"
"You look hot today, Charlie," Brax replied, a smirk on his face. "You always do."
Charlie flushed. "That is highly inappropriate, and you know it."
"I don't care." Brax answered.
"Darryl, what do you have to say about your brother?" Charlie asked, exasperated. Every single time she talked to Brax, he always had something inappropriate to say.
But she liked it.
However, in Charlie's eyes, Darryl Braxton was a criminal and there was no way that she could ever have any kind of a friendly interaction with him. She was there to do her job.
"First off, it's Brax, don't call me Darryl," Brax told her. "And second, Heath is an idiot."
Charlie was surprised and shocked by Brax's honesty. "Really?" Brax nodded. "So do you know anything about the drugs?" Charlie questioned.
Brax shook his head. "Nope, not a thing."
Charlie sighed, knowing that Brax was lying. "Darryl, if I find out that you're lying..."
"You have nothing to prove, Charlie," Brax told her. "Now will you let me do my job before the big boss starts asking questions?"
"Fine," Charlie said. "But this isn't over." She turned on her heel, stalking out of the restaurant.
"Damn right it isn't over." Brax muttered under his breath. He grimaced. Heath was an idiot, and Brax was going to tell him so. He pulled out his cell phone, and dialed the Yabbie Creek police station.
"Hello?" A male voice asked.
"Yeah, hi, this is Darryl Braxton, my brother Heath was brought in, can I speak to him?" Brax asked as politely as he could.
"Hold on, I'll check," The police officer told him. Brax waited a few minutes and then the police officer came back on. "You can speak to him, but it's only because he hasn't had his phone call yet. Otherwise you'd be out of luck."
"Thanks." Brax said.
"Brax, I need you to come bail me out." Heath's voice came over the line.
"Heath, you are an absoulute idiot!" Brax said. "What have I told you and the boys about drugs?"
"Not to let the cops catch you." Heath replied.
"Exactly." Brax said.
"Can you come and get me, bro?" Heath asked.
"Yeah, but you'll have to wait a while." Brax answered.
"Why?" Heath asked. "Can't you get off work?"
"Nope." Brax answered before hanging up the phone.
"What was that about?" Angelo asked, walking around the bar.
"Nothing, just something with Heath." Brax told his business partner. Brax had helped Angelo out of a messy financial problem, leading them to become business partners. Angelo hadn't been too happy about that but Brax had prevented him from losing his business altogether.
"What about him?" Angelo asked.
"It's nothing." Brax answered.
Angelo nodded. "Alright." He said, not wanting to press the issue further.
Twenty minutes later, Brax was in his car, driving to the police station.
"I'm here to bail Heath Braxton out," Brax told the cop at the desk.
"Darryl?"
Brax turned around to see Charlie.
"Follow me." Charlie told him, leading the way to her office.
"So, you're here to get Heath out?" Charlie questioned.
Brax nodded.
"Sign these forms, but if Heath gets into any more trouble, we won't be so light on him next time." Charlie warned, handing some forms over to Brax, who took them, took one look at them, and started filling them out.
"There won't be a next time, believe me." Brax told her, handing the forms over.
"We'll see about that," Charlie said as she took the forms.
"Thanks bro." Heath said on the drive home.
Brax focused on the road, eyes straight ahead. "Don't get yourself into any more trouble, you hear me?"
Heath nodded.
"Good." Brax told his brother.
"I just..." Heath paused.
"You just what?" Brax snapped.
"I kinda..."
"You what?" Brax asked his brother, exasperated. "Spit it out Heath."
"I have another stash." Heath answered.
Brax sighed. "Heath..."
"I'm not going to let the cops get it this time." Heath promised.
Brax nodded. "You better not."
Brax was wiping down the bar at Angelo's, at the start of his shift when Charlie walked in. Brax couldn't help but notice how her red top clung to her curves and how her high waisted shorts showed off her long and tan legs perfectly.
"Fancy seeing you here." Brax said, as she slid into a stool.
"I just came to tell you that we are after Heath." Charlie said in a low voice. "We are going to get him for something, we don't care what." She slid out of the stool, and walked out of Angelo's, leaving a gobsmacked Brax.
"Heath!" Brax yelled as he entered their house, after his shift, later that night.
Heath came out of his room, bleary-eyed, clearly half-asleep. "What?"
"I had an interesting visitor during my shift." Brax told his brother. "Buckton."
"Yeah?" Heath asked. "What did she want?"
"She came to tell me, that they are after you, and they are going to get you for something and they don't care what."
Heath collapsed on the couch. "Shit."
"Shit is right," Brax said, plonking himself next to his brother. "You need to keep your nose clean so the cops don't get you in for anything."
"How?" Heath asked.
Brax sighed. "I'll keep the drugs for you."
Heath's face brightened. "Thanks bro!"
Brax sighed again, a hand rubbing the back of his neck. "I'm not going to keep bailing you out, next time you're on your own."
Brax was walking along the beach when he ran into Charlie, who was wearing her police uniform.
"Hey Sarge."
"Darryl." She stated.
"Why are you after Heath?" Brax asked.
"Because we've arrested him so many times, just to let him go time and time again." She told him, before noticing the corner of a plastic bag poking out of Brax's back pocket. "What's that?"
"What's what?" Brax asked.
"Hand it over, Darryl." Charlie said, not in the mood for games.
Brax, noticing Charlie's mood, handed it over, unwillingly.
It was a bag of marijuana.
Charlie pocketed it, before saying the words that Brax was dreading.
"Darryl Braxton, you are under arrest for illegal possession of drugs, you have the right to remain silent, anything you do or say may be used against you in a court of law."
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