Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Dangerous Path ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

Title: Dangerous Path
Chapter: 1
Rating: R/NC17
Genre: Romance/Drama/Humor/Action/Adventure
Author: Pure Euphoria
Summary: After a violent night Serena Le Blanche is left homeless with no money. She has no choice but to go live with an LAPD officer until she can get back on her feet. But a burning passion elopes them. She wants him. He wants her. But will her age stop whatever might've been?

The afternoon sun shined down on the sandy Los Angeles beaches, searing them with light as well as heat. An active game of volleyball was being played out as the opposing teams courted the ball from one side to the other. Many bathing suits clad men and women cheered on the players.

However, Darien Parker was not outside, enjoying the places LA had to offer. No, instead, he was sitting in hotel room, talking to his soon-to-be ex-fiancée, Danielle Boitech. She was beautiful, brown hair, green eyes and a curvy and shapely figure with long legs that any man would love to have wrapped around his waist. But, to Darien, it was all the same old story.

Danielle, no matter how beautiful she was, was a mistake. Sure, they had a lot of fun and great times, but something was missing.

Danielle Boitech was rich, sophisticated and beautiful. She was the heiress to Boitech Technology Inc., which was currently run by her father, Dominic Boitech.

Dominic Boitech was a very proper man. But he was a dangerous enemy, and the one thing he loved most was his only daughter, Danielle. Dominic also had very big connections with the Mafia. Which made him feared by anyone who had any ounce of common sense.

And here he was, breaking their engagement. What the Hell was he thinking, asking Danielle to marry him? Why did he go along to their first date? He certainly did not want Dominic to hire a hit man to get rid of him. Fortunately, Dominic Boitech took a liking to him when Danielle had introduced them. Which he doubted would him any good if Danielle went crying to him and twisted everything around which, he knew, she was very good at.

"Look, Danielle." He began, not knowing how to break his decision to her. "We've -- we've been together for a year and half now. I think, no, I know that it would be best for all if we call off our engagement. I don't feel about you the same way I did when we first met and I don't want to burden you with a husband who doesn't love you," he said, cautious of her reaction.

Danielle was a high-class woman, who preferred servants over doing things herself. And that was one of the many reasons why Darien couldn't and wouldn't marry her. She was too sophisticated and her way of fun was going to an elegant dinner party where people bore you with their bragging of how big their bank accounts are and how many private jets and yachts they own. Darien knew that because Danielle often brought him with her. He knew that kind of lifestyle was not for him and that's how he would've lived if he did go through with the wedding.

"Oh, honey, you can't mean that," she smiled seductively, letting her expert hands travel down his chest, stopping at the waistband of his blue shorts. "Not after all the passion that we've shared," Danielle raised her yellow mini-skirt and flung her leg over his thighs and saddled him, moving rhythmically against his, now somewhat hard, member.

He groaned, God that's good. No! He had to stay focused. If he fucked her now, she would think that they were back together. And they weren't.

Taking hold of her waist, he stood up and placed her on the couch. "Danielle, I said that I don't want to marry you, and I'm not going to."

"Well, that's not what your body is telling me." She smiled.

Darien looked down and sure enough, there was a big bulge pressed against his thin shorts.

"That don't matter, because we are over, Danielle."

"Since when did sex didn't matter?" She seemed calm and collected, and it frustrated him to no end.

He took a few big breaths, to calm him down. The last thing he wanted to do was yell at her and have her go crying to her father. Although, he knew that the whole Technology Company was a big cover up, he had no proof to put Boitech behind bars.

"That's just it, Danielle. All we had was sex, nothing more." It was true, there was nothing than animal sex and he wanted more from the woman he married.

"That's not true. I love you," she said with a pout.

He gave a frustrated yell and walked out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

She was impossible, what the Hell was he suppose to do?

As he exited the Stonegate Hotel, he thought about ways to tell her off without angering her. It wasn't that he was afraid of Dominic, he was a cop, so he feared very little. But it would be very unpleasant to come across one of Dominic's goons. He opened the door of his black Mercedes convertible. It was a present from his parents when he got his job.

Driving always helped him whenever he had a lot on his mind. And he couldn't recall when he had more problems than now. But he had to stop stressing himself about it. He told Danielle how he felt, now it time to play the waiting game and hope it that Dominic liked him enough not to do anything bad.

Pulling up at the Los Angeles Police Department, Darien got out of the car and walked inside.

The interior was a huge room with cubicles scattered all around. The workers scurried in different directions, the room buzzing with chatter and movements. His job was everything to him, he dreamed of being a cop since he was old enough to know what a cop was.

"Parker!" barked a deep voice. Darien turned around to see the speaker, enough though he already knew whom it was.
Lieutenant James Scarrlett. He was a beefy man in his late 40's with graying brown hair. He was tough and did not tolerate incompetence.

"Yes, Lieutenant?" he turned fully around. However, he did not see the chubby man, instead he saw an African American man in his mid twenties laughing. That was Jordan Smith, his partner and best friend.

"You crazy son of a bitch!"

"Ah, this is fun!" laughed Jordan.

"That was sure as Hell not funny. For a moment, I thought I was in deep shit," exclaimed Darien, anger shining in his blue eyes.

"Damn, sorry, man. Couldn't resist," smiled Jordan. "So, tell how Danielle took the news."

"Not well." Darien proceeded to tell Jordan what happened. When he was done, Jordan started laughing. "More than sex? That has to be the most hilarious thing I have heard in all my life. So what are you going to about Big D? Can't say he's going to be happy about it," said Jordan, his expression somber.

"Don't know but I, sure as Hell, am not going to cower somewhere. Plus, he seemed to like me a lot when we met, so, you know, maybe that'd be enough not to blow my head off."

"Hope so."

"Smith! Parker! Get back to work. You're not getting paid for standing around, scratching your asses all day." This time, it was Lieutenant Scarrlett.

"Yessir!" the duo called out before returning to their respective desks.

The day rolled by without any eventful happenings. Now, it was three twenty five. Almost the end of the day and Darien was ready to fall asleep right there.

He could hear someone yelling at him, but his or her voice was distant.

"Parker! Get up!"

It took him some time to register that he dozed off. Groaning, he lifted his head to stare at the angry face of Lieutenant Scarrlett. "Sorry, Lt. Won't happen again," he mumbled.

"It better not, Parker. Now, you and Smith go to LA General Hospital. There was a murder and a robbery committed at Sunset Plaza. Ask for," Lt. looked at the sheet of paper in his hand, "Serena Le Blanche, the only witness."

Darien didn't need any other invitation. He stood up, and ran out the building, dragging Jordan with him. They settled in a police car and headed off towards the hospital.

"All right! Something to do, I was bored out of my mind," exclaimed Jordan, fastening his seat belt. "So, you want to come over to dinner tonight? Terry's trying out some new recipe or somethin' and told me to invite you over."

Terry was Jordan's wife, they got married only after three months of dating. Partly because Terry was 2 months pregnant. But they got lucky and now, it's been a year since their wedding.

"So, how's Junior doing?" asked Darien. Junior was Jordan and Terry's son, his godson. "He's doing good. Smart kid, I tell you."

Jordan was very proud of his son and would always tell what the little toddler was up to. The rest of the ride was spent in a somewhat silence.

When they pulled up in the parking lot of LA General Hospital, the duo exited the car. They walked through the front entrance and up to the Info booth.

"Hello, how can I help you?" asked the lady behind the glass window.

"Yeah, hi, we're looking for Serena Le Blanche," said Darien, frowning slightly.

"I'm sorry, sir. We do not give out such information about our patients."

"It's all right, we're cops," insisted Jordan, taking out his wallet and flashing her the badge. The lady still looked somewhat troubled about releasing the information.

Darien's patience had officially run out. "Look, lady, we don't have all day," he snapped. The pressure of Danielle was getting to him.

She typed a few keys on the keyboard and gave them the room number. "Thank you!" called Jordan as Darien dragged him towards the elevator. Today, he wasn't in a good mood for crimes.

The elevator arrived and a nurse exited the small structure. Stepping in, Darien pressed the floor number they needed. He waited for the elevator to descend with an impatient scowl.

A 'ding' indicated their stop. They got off and went searching for the room. A detective was standing guard at the white door.

"Are you Jordan Smith and Darien Parker?" he asked.

The cops nodded a 'yes'. "And you are?"

The man extended his hand. "I am Detective Colin Rodney. I'm the one working on this case," he informed them. Darien shrugged off the hand and said, "Well, why were we sent here? Is there any trouble, Detective?"

"As a matter a fact, there is. Miss Le Blanche was brought here earlier this morning. After a background search, we have learned that the one murdered was in fact her brother, also her only living relative. Miss Le Blanche, at that, is also underage, not 18 ye--"

"I'm well aware of what underage means, Detective Rodney," snapped Darien.

"Yes, yes. Well, Ms Le Blanche is not 18 yet, anyhow. Since there are no live-threatening complications with her, the hospital is releasing her today. And as I mentioned earlier, Miss Le Blanche doesn't have any relatives that we know of or that she told us about, so we will be forced to take her to an orphanage. Only she says she won't go."

The older man paused and summoned a handkerchief, whipping the sweat off his face thoroughly. Irritated, Darien asked what had been clouding his mind, "So why exactly are we here?"

"What? Oh, yes, we called you to find someone who can take her in until she turns 18 or is enough financially stable to rent her own apartment."

Darien and Jordan exchanged a look. "I see," muttered Jordan.

"Well, can we talk to her?" he asked.

"Of course," motioned the man. Darien and Jordan brushed past Rodney and into the room.

Darien's attention settled onto the white bed and he froze at who was sitting on it.

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