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Black Jack - Chapter 1

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Published: Dec 6, 2014

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It´s like gambling somehow. You go out for a night of thinking and you don´t know where you´re going to end up next day. It could work out good or it could be disastrous. It´s like the throw of dice.

(Jim Morrison)

“Twenty-one!” Steffen exclaimed and victoriously threw his hands in the air. “It seems that I win, again,” he said cheerfully and pulled the chips to himself. His pile was pretty high already and few chips slipped down from it.

“Fuck it,” another player groaned and supported his head with his hands. Other players around the table glared at their lying cards with disgust. White haired kid had to either cheat or have one hell of luck.

“It´s getting late. I´d love to play another game, but… you know.” Steffen shrugged and got up, hastily stuffing chips into his pockets.

“Everything all right?” security guard asked behind his back.

“Sure, pal,” Steffen retorted, grinning widely. He let his jacket open a bit and discretely showed his cop badge to guard. “I´m getting up early tomorrow, so it´s time to wrap it up.”

“Sure, sir.” Guard watched young man to leave. Casino didn´t have rules about not letting cops to bet, so there wasn´t need to do anything. And if the guy was lucky? With state salary, he´ll have good use for those bucks.

Steffen headed to change his chips for cash. It would be nuisance to drag this load home with him. Bills weight less. And he should know, after winning countless bets. Steffen grinned and tried not to look suspicious. Casinos aren´t fond of people who grin like they are high.

With fresh new bills in his pocket, Steffen headed out. It wasn´t that far from his place and he could enjoy a bit of movement after sitting at the tables for few hours. In the street, he took a deep breath of cold winter air. It felt refreshing and Steffen smiled. Lately, he didn´t have many opportunities to widely smile. That´s how it works when you´re part of elite police squad. The elite part usually means that criminals whom you´re catching are somehow elite too.

Like when they massacred four squads overnight, few years ago. Steffen pulled the collar of his jacket closer. He sadly lowered his head and started walking. Sometimes, their criminals were a bit too elite. Like when Mafia kidnapped three officers in few months and no one was arrested for it. It was like nothing happened. Cops missing in action? No big deal. Stuff like that happens, they knew what they were signing for when they joined the squad.

They didn´t sign for this. Steffen shook his head and sighed. He looked up to never dark sky. There were too many lights in the city to see stars or even black sky. More light, less darkness. As a cop, Steffen could understand that math. But in squad, it felt that Mafia was spreading too fast, leaving too little room for police. Steffen couldn´t believe that they didn´t even get Freddy Toulghate after he kidnapped and tortured two their men. It was half of year ago and Freddy was still alive and high boss in Mafia. Steffen didn´t understand why no one else seemed to care. It was like every of his colleagues had some devilish pact with the underworld which shut them down. Steffen had no idea about those deals but he wasn´t stupid and he wasn´t blind. He didn´t say anything trough. Last winter, they buried one of them and Steffen was simply happy that others were fine. Alive, if nothing else and that´s what should matter. But there was more and Steffen wanted to know what.

Ears tearing sound of brakes suddenly tore Steffen out of his grim thoughts. Out of nowhere, something hit him to side and send him hard against asphalt road. Steffen instinctively stretched his arms in front of himself but his head hit the road anyway.

“Oww…” Disoriented, Steffen blinked and shook his head. He felt shocked and confused and his right arm hurt. When he raised his head, strong light blinded him so suddenly that he flinched back.

“Are you out of your mind?!” male voice yelled from the light. “If you want to kill yourself jump off some bridge! Or hung yourself like normal person, don´t jump in front of other people´s cars! What´s wrong with you?! Were you bored or just asshole?! If you damaged my car I´ll tear you up you fucking maniac!” The man huffed and walked closer, so he shielded a bit of light and Steffen finally could see car that hit him.

“You hit me,” Steffen defended himself. “It´s not my fault.”

“Not your-?! You moron, you just walked in my way!” The man looked furious and his hands were clenched into fists. He was standing over Steffen now and fury radiating from his cold, gray eyes made young cop shiver. “Whose fault is that you want to die?! Mine?! I didn´t try to kill you! Not yet at least!”

“I´m a cop,” Steffen whined. His arm was starting to hurt even more. “I´m road cop and I can arrest you for dangerous driving.”

“Go ahead and try, brat,” man snorted. He didn´t look much over thirty but thanks to Steffen´s slim figure and young appearance, he quickly took over the position of older person here.

“You drove over a cop!” Steffen exclaimed offended.

“If you´re cop than you could ran a bullet through your stupid head without dragging anyone else into your mess,” man snapped back.

“I wasn´t trying to kill myself!” Steffen was starting to get offended. “I was normally crossing the road and you hit me!”

“You walked into traffic without checking any direction! You´re cop, you say? Kiss my ass, officer.” Man mockingly bowed to Steffen and turned to car. He ran his hands over the front hood. “Shit. It´s dented!”

Steffen could sympathize with that, after all, the car was Mercedes. And not a serial model. But still, the cool car hit him. Steffen pulled a badge out of his pocket. “See? I´m really a road cop!”

“Sure you are,” man waved him off without turning around. “I just hope that you have good insurance in your road police. Cause you´re totally paying for this!”

“I will arrest you!” Steffen yelled in frustration. He was starting to get angry despite he really didn´t pay attention to where he was going.

“Annoying brat!” Angry driver turned around and tore the badge out of Steffen´s outstretched arm. “Looks real,” he noted indifferently. “Black Panther squad?” he read, sounding thoughtfully. He looked over the badge on Steffen with unreadable expression. “You said you´re a road cop, not from animal protection.”

“I´m from special squad!” Steffen yelled. “Oww…” he clutched his forehead with unhurt hand. His head was pulsating with pain and he was starting to feel a bit dizzy. “You broke my skull,” he complained.

“Don´t be paranoid,” other man said snappily. “And get up, the road is freezing.” He pulled Steffen into standing position and dusted snow off Steffen´s back. “See? For a suicidal maniac, you´re pretty fine.”

“I´m not suicidal maniac,” Steffen repeated reflexively and took his badge back. “But I probably have broken arm.”

“Huh, probably?”

“I never had broken arm, I don´t know how it feels,” Steffen explained. He tried to limp back on the pavement but the other man caught his elbow and stopped him.

“And where are you going now?” he asked. “You need to go to hospital.”

“You´re not yelling anymore,” Steffen stated out of blue. It surprised him and it surprised him that he didn´t notice sooner.

“I don´t yell at cops,” other man said. “At least not all the time,” he admitted sheepishly. “Plus you´re kind of cute with that white hair of yours. Kind of like a chicken struck by lightning.” The guy made explosion gesture around Steffen´s hair.

“Try having nice hairdo after getting hit by car!” Steffen objected. The other man completely ignored him and opened the passenger´s door.

“Watch for the head,” he said, while pushing Steffen into the car. Steffen curled in the seat and pressed a palm against his head. He waited until the driver walked around the car and sat behind the wheel.

“Why are you helping me?”

“Let´s say I have quite a record for speeding and I don´t wanna another ticket,” driver retorted indefinitely. “Plus I always drive cute cops to hospital after driving them over.”

Steffen turned red and quickly looked away. He hated to admit it but stranger´s joking was making him blush. Maybe it was just conclusion but he felt nervous around the guy. He didn´t look bad, with blond hair with lighter and darker strands and arrogant smile. He was also observing Steffen from corners of his eyes and smirked when their eyes met. Steffen´s blush darkened.

“Can I give you a good advice?” driver looked away and engaged the gear. “Just in case you decide to live…” he teasingly trailed off and Steffen pouted in embarrassment.

“Go ahead,” Steffen shrugged.

“Next time, look around before crossing the road.”

“Great, I´ll try to remember it.”

“One more advice, trough,” the guy say tapping his fingers on the wheel.

“Let me guess, it´s a good advice,” Steffen sighed.

“Very good one,” driver agreed seriously. “Do me a favour and don´t get in cars with strangers,” he said, glancing shortly at Steffen while driving. Steffen shuffled in his seat.

“If you stop, I can get out,” he offered nervously.

“No, I´m taking you to hospital,” man said matter-of-fact. “Don´t worry, if I wanted to kill you I simply wouldn´t step of brakes before.”

“Original logic,” Steffen noted.

“Original is my middle name,” driver joked. Steffen had to laugh despite his hand was still hurting.

“And other names?”

Driver hesitated for a moment too short for Steffen to notice. At least Steffen with conclusion didn´t notice. Then the man looked to side on the cop sitting next to him.

“Eric Grauer,” he said with a grin. Something about his smile made Steffen blush again. Steffen´s heart was hammering against his chest and he was starting to get sure that his arm wasn´t broken. He wouldn´t have time to think about things like this with broken arm. Shyly smiling, he outstretched his left hand.

“Steffen Schneider.”

“I know. You have it on your badge,” driver laughed on Steffens puzzled expression. He shook left hands with Steffen clumsily over the wheel, teasing smile never leaving his lips.

“And that leads me to the third good advice for you – remember my name.”

“Why?” Steffen asked confused. Eric just smirked and raised an eyebrow. If he meant anything by it, Steffen didn´t got the message. He just innocently smiled and tried to act like he knew everything. He only didn´t know how to stop that traitorous blush from spreading over his cheeks.

Let me introduce you a new story. It´ll be novel concentrating on riot in the criminal underworld, during which line between Mafia and Police will be deleted and line between allies and enemies nonexistent. If you like hot cops, criminals and gambling, you should enjoy comming chapters.

For my old readers: You wanted story about Jack and Steffen. I´ll write on your wish.

Thanks for reading my stuff.

Preview photo is mine, by the way.

next chapter: Black Jack - Chapter 2

first chapter: HERE

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SonAmyFan362

Jan 23, 2015

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Amazing work! Steffen seems to be a really lucky guy in this story, starting with his Black Jack game. By the time he finished playing, it sounds like he won quite a bit of money.

The other major role that luck plays is when Steffen got hit by the automobile. He was caught in a daydream, and the situation could have gotten worse.

One thing I saw was the driver of said vehicle being initially hostile with Steffen, even going as far as to not believe that Steffen was a road cop. People are very known for that, and I think you portrayed that aspect of the relationship between citizens and police very well.

I'm not entirely certain of what's to happen between the driver and Steffen, however. I guess I'll have to find out.

All in all, you've really written something golden. Keep it up!

Black Jack - Chapter 1

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