Miranda Rights and April Fights- Chapter Two:
Why is it that I find myself falling for men who act like boys?
First there was the young, arrogant, and very prideful Morelli. The gorgeous Lothario of Trenton. The man ever girl wanted and the boy I have come to be very familiar with.
Then there was the Dick. Don't get me started on him. He couldn't even stop playing with his "toys" to remember he had wife.
Following that was the very dramatic little episode I had with Morelli. Again. Sure he's older than last time, but seeing as he has suddenly devolved instead of evolved on the man scale (you know, because of the whole crying and throwing a temper tantrum over of a little booboo) I'll rate him at a nice two on the masculinity chart I created in my mind. I know you are probably wondering why I was so generous with that score and the answer in really simple. No kid can have that much body hair. (P.S. I think Morelli shaves more than just his facial hair. I mean come on he's Italian.)
And next we have a man I thought could finally break my habit.
We have Ranger.
He is my mentor, my guardian and my dark knight all wrapped into one, but more than that he is my friend. He is…was… a man in my life (in relation to intimacy), but I am getting tired of all the childish games of tug-of-war we keep playing.
I'm not a child anymore. I have grown into a woman of strengths and confidence.
My name is Stephanie Plum and I am a whole new kind of Wonder Woman.
The interrogation room at the Jersey Police Department is just like the ones on TV. It small and pretty much empty except for the table, chairs, and mirror that people can obviously see you through.
To put it simply the décor in an interrogation room is just like my sex life with Morelli: boring and predictable.
That was why I stuck to being a bounty hunter. The predictability I mean, not the sex. Growing up in the burg you notice that everything is the same to some extent. People woke up, the adults went to work, the kids went to school, the business man and the house wife had an affair on the side, and then you went home to a freshly baked meal and a clean bed. The next day you wake up in the morning and do the exact same thing.
And I hated it with every fiber in my being.
It was why I wanted to be Wonder Woman. She was one of a kind. Not some standard house wife who followed the normal life of the boring and forgettable.
She made something of herself and actually did something. Plus she got that cool lasso.
To be honest with you, I kind of like being call the Bombshell Bounty Hunter. It certainly is a better nickname than what I have heard in the past.
And even though I don't have a lasso, I have a stun gun. Besides the results I get when I use my weapon is a lot funnier.
"Comfortable Cupcake?" a voice- a little too close to my person- said. I stare up into the eyes of Morelli and see a mixture of emotions, anger being the most recognizable.
"I would be, but there is a trigger- happy gorilla standing in the doorway staring at me, and I am starting to get depressing flashbacks of the movie King Kong"
"You know Cupcake," Morelli says as he sits in the seat across from me, "when you are under arrest for assaulting an officer it really isn't a good idea to insult one."
"I guess it is lucky that I am talking to you, because I sure as hell don't see any cop in this room."
The sound of his fist hitting the table was loud an unexpected.
Be careful Stephanie. Remember you're the one in handcuffs here and there are a bunch of cops outside.
Are you saying I should just let him treat me like crap? Hello, he arrested me.
No, I am saying that you should wait till there are no witnesses.
Fine, but you better not stop me when I beat the crap out of him.
Trust me. That is the last thing I would ever do.
"…would be happy."
"I'm sorry, what was that? I was ignoring you."
Morelli took deep breaths and clenched his fist. It's pretty fun pissing off Morelli. You should try it some time.
"I said that is you saw things through my point of view you would be happy."
"I'd like to see things from your point of view Morelli, I really would, but I just can't seem to get my head that far up my ass like you can."
Morelli opened his mouth, most likely to insult me, but stopped when his cell phone went off. He looked at it and his mouth went into a thin line. Without even so much as glancing at me he stood up, walked to the door and slammed it behind him.
Huh? I wonder what happened.
Now what do I do?
It's been thirty minutes since Morelli left the room. I don't miss him or anything; it's just that my ass is going numb. Not surprising seeing as how whenever Morelli and I are together I start to feel numb emotionally too.
Where the hell is he? He should know my now that my life doesn't revolve around him and I got other things to do.
I put my head down on the cool table and tried to get my thoughts together on this whole situation.
You are under arrest for assaulting an officer. Which is stupid.
Morelli thinks that by doing this you are one step closer to marring him. Which is stupid.
You have no way of proving you are innocent, and I don't have money to afford a decent lawyer. (Even though he is family now, there is no way I am hiring Kloughn) Which means that I absolutely and completely screwed.
The sound of the door opening interrupted any further musing I had, and Morelli came stomping in looking really pissed (a look I am becoming familiar with), and another man following right behind him who looked suspiciously like…
"Ranger?"
"Right now I'm Carlos Manoso." A secretive grin appeared on face. (And what a gorgeous face it is.)
"What?...why?...huh?"
"I'm your attorney Babe."