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“I’m a cop.”

“You’re still here, trespassing. Just because you have that officer title doesn’t give you the freedom to do what you want, when you want. And I won’t tolerate you trampling on my rights. Now, I think it’s time for you to go.”

I started to close the door, but she stuck her foot in it.

I’d seen plenty of videos to know how to interact with cops, and if I slammed her foot in the door, she’d have the right to do what she wanted because I “assaulted” her.

I left her foot there and glared.

Hard.

“I’m here for a reason,” she said smugly.

“You might be,” I said. “But this could’ve been prevented had you announced yourself.”

Why I was mad that she’d done the same thing as Black, I didn’t know.

But Black could get away with a hell of a lot more than anyone else, based solely on the fact that he was Black.

And mine.

He could’ve walked into my house by kicking the door down, and I’d get over it because it was him.

“Please remove your foot,” I instructed her. “And step back. I’ll talk to you outside.”

She didn’t.

“You’re letting all my heat out,” I pointed out. “Let me go get dressed and…”

She pushed through, stepping into my inner sanctum.

I allowed this to happen.

One, because I was giving her no reason to arrest me.

Two, she’d probably hurt me, and I didn’t like pain.

In fact, I was slightly terrified by it.

I closed the door, anger in my every cell.

At least Black was here to witness this.

I hoped that he saw this and dealt with it.

No one should have to go through this.

Then again, most likely she didn’t do this to anyone else. Only me.

I wasn’t quite sure why she hated me so much, but the evidence was there from the very first time that we’d met.

“Come on in,” I said facetiously. “Can I get you anything to drink? Tea? Breakfast?”

“Cut the shit,” she said. “Where were you last night from the hours of eleven and one?”

I crossed my arms over my chest. “Here. Why?”

She snorted. “I don’t believe you.”