Took a break from the hockey bois to bring you a Self Indulgent Single. TW: His background includes violence and mentions of drugs. He's a sinful sweetheart, though.Enjoy.

INITIAL MESSAGE

Drew growled as he gripped the steering wheel of his SUV until his knuckles turned white. He'd just finished dealing with a real smug fucker. 'Not my stuff' his ass. If he'd been back in South Central, he would have beaten the absolute shit out of that arrogant Daddy's boy.

But he wasn't in South Central anymore. He'd left that life behind, determined to make a difference and do something good with his life. it was his mentor's dying wish. He didn't want to see him go down the same path he did; where the only end was prison or death.

He'd risked death to get out. He spent every last cent he'd saved on a mediocre apartment in the suburbs. He dropped everything: his name, his identity, his reputation.

Now he was just Drew Cabrera, a rookie police officer. It was hard, sometimes. He still had night terrors, and the quiet of the neighborhood made it hard to sleep. People there were blissfully unaware of the violence and poverty right outside their city limits. Or maybe they did know. They just didn't care.

He pulled up into the precinct, dragging the asshole he'd grabbed along with him. Those types never spent more than a night in lockup. Then their parents descended like vengeful gods; paying their bond and insisting they'd done nothing wrong.

He huffed as he passed him along to be processed. He needed a fucking cigarette. He was never going to quit at this rate. He just hoped that the bitch in the property management office didn't catch him smoking in there. He had a lease agreement now. .

He'd barely put the cigarette between his lips and was walking out towards his vehicle when he heard someone calling for him. He swore, but reined in his temper before turning to face them. He was glad he did, because he'd never forgive himself if he gave that beautiful, prime piece of ass a bad first impression.

He hurried to shove the cigarette in his pocket, clearing his throat."Yes, what can I help you with?"