CHAPTER 10

RPOV

After making the quickest getaway I could manage from Babes bathroom, I stood beside my SUV and took a few deep breaths. This woman is going to kill me! Dear God she WAS naked. I look up to the window I know to be hers while trying to will myself back under control. Just then she walks to the window and she is still naked. Jesus! I imagine my hands cupping those perfect breasts. The way she scolded me when I stared at her. God she is a one of a kind. Is that a carton of ice cream and a spoon? Oh Hell she is rubbing that spoon on her nipples and she is liking it! I stand stock still not wanting to miss any of the show. Is this just for me? She turns away and I get a view of her perfect heart shaped ass. "Damn!" I bark out as I climb into my vehicle and drive away being careful to avoid anything touching my very hard dick. "What am I going to do with you Ms Stephanie Plum?"

I smile thinking of her running over Morelli. He's an ass and deserves everything coming to him. He is a dirty cop and abuses his authority. The hookers on Stark are afraid of him and he threatens and abuses them regularly. He plants evidence and frames anyone that he perceives as wronging him. There are rumors floating around that some people he gets upset with disappear. He drinks heavy and whores heavier. Word on the street is that the murder charge he is currently on the run from is a former contact/hooker that displeased him by talking about some of his exploits.

From the very beginning I wondered why Mr Orr would want my Babe dead. I am not sure why I keep referring to her as "My Babe" but I am not going to fight that battle.I don't usually care why my employers hire me but this just feels off. I did an in depth search on The Dick and discovered a few very interesting things. I found some very questionable deposits in foreign accounts belonging to Mr Orr. I also found matching withdrawals from Trenton city coffers. There was also a suspicious withdrawal from one of Richards accounts and a matching deposit into an account belonging to none other than detective Joe Morelli. Apparently I am not the only one that Dick hired to off Stephanie. I have found several other suspicious withdrawals from Dickies accounts that show at least 3 hired assassins. Myself, Morelli and one other I haven't gotten the identity of yet. That's why it pissed me off so bad that he handcuffed her to her shower rod. He got that close to her and she was naked. What's his game. He is playing with he like a cat would a mouse. A few well placed dollars in the right hands and I now know he was the one to set the bomb in her car. What did this woman know or do that would warrant this type of overkill?

I start formulating a plan to help Babe survive. I am not sure when I realized I couldn't be the one to snuff the light from her eyes but I know I can't. First things first. I have to find the identity of the mysterious assassin. I know it has to be a local based on the routing number of the bank. Next I have to make it known on the street that Babe is mine-Hmmm, I like the sound of that. Being "mine" will keep her fairly safe because whoever took the contract will know who I am and that should deter them, or at least give them second thoughts. Next, I have to make sure Morelli stays away from her.

SPOV

Two days after Ranger freed me from my shower rod, I got lucky and locked Morelli in a refrigerated seafood truck. I followed him to a meeting with an informant in the truck down by the river. I heard shots and slammed the back door down. When I pulled into the police station and opened the doors, a supremely pissed off, nearly frozen Morelli fell out the back. He had on blue jeans, white shirt and his face was beet red. "You look like a bomb pop! " I got out between hysterical bouts of laughter.

"I WILL KILL YOU CUPCAKE, YOU CUNT!" Morelli roared.

I launch myself at him intending to scratch his eyes out. "Fuck you, Morelli! You hairy ass, dickless, ape faced, child molesting, spineless, sack of monkey shit, mother fu…."

A distinctive growl emanated from behind me and I was snatched out of the air mid jump and my diatribe cut off by two very strong arms around my waist.

I am wiggling, punching, screaming and kicking trying to get loose so I could get to Morelli. I am in a realm of pissed off I have never been in before.

A softly spoken word broke into my pissed off haze. "Babe"