Book 2 in the bestselling M/M romance Sin City Uniforms series is now available for early download at Totally Bound publishing and pre-order on Amazon.
Vegas is filled with human cast-offs, yet officer Parker McLean sees something special in hustler Slade Wolfgang. Unfortunately, so does Slade’s pimp who wants to sell him overseas in the sex trade.
Hustler Slade Wolfgang has little choice over his fate. At the age of twenty, he’s had to survive any way he can since being thrown out of his home for being gay. As soon as he hit Vegas, Slade was lured into the hopeless world of prostitution where he’s become a virtual prisoner to his pimp, the ruthless Julio Estevez. His evil keeper has even threatened to sell Slade overseas as a sex slave.
It’s another typical night on the Strip when Parker comes across Slade. His heart breaks every time he sees someone so young being exploited. Something in Slade’s eyes tells Parker the young man might be in real trouble though—especially after the recent spate of sex worker killings from a rival prostitution ring.
The two men’s lives become intertwined when Slade is almost beaten to death. The danger grows, but so does the relationship between Parker and Slade. Parker helps Slade to heal from the horrific attack and their bond deepens. But the human traffickers are still out there—and they’re still looking for Slade.
Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of violence and a brief scene of sexual abuse.
Publisher’s Note: This book is best read in sequence as part of a series but can be read as a standalone.
“Officer, stop him—he’s getting away!”
Parker looked where the man pointed and noted what appeared to be a young man in goth-type clothing walking at a fast clip in the direction of Koval Lane. Parker jogged toward him, not sure what was going on, but the kid’s body language suggested that he was in a hurry to get away while at the same time trying not to attract attention himself.
Petty thief, druggie, rent boy.
Parker ticked off the possibilities in his head as he rushed to catch up to the suspect. Right as he was almost upon him, the guy glanced over his shoulder, his eyes widening in fear at the sight of Parker. He took off like a rocket.
Parker’s reflexes kicked in and he shot after the kid. No longer doubting that the runner was guilty of something, he put all he had into catching up to him. One of his biggest worries was that if the young man was into drugs or selling himself, his life would be at risk if he didn’t get help. If an arrest were to put assistance for him into motion, it would be worth whatever Parker had to do to nab him.
Right as his quarry rounded the corner to duck down a pathway to Bally’s hotel rooms behind the main casino, Parker launched himself forward. He grabbed the smaller man around his neck, their combined momentum knocking them both to the ground. Parker threw his free hand in front of them, hoping to keep his larger body from hurting the kid as they tumbled down.
A loud whoosh of air was wrested from the young man as Parker landed on top of him, and he knew he’d only been partially successful at keeping his weight off his suspect. The kid struggled and fought like a wild cat. Even though he was smaller than the guy Parker had just arrested, he was much more determined. There was a tinge of desperation in his efforts and pleas that clutched at Parker’s heart. He was genuinely frightened and somehow, it didn’t strike Parker as being caused by the fear of going to jail.
“Please.” His cries were muffled by their continued battle. “Let me go. You don’t understand. You have to let me go, man.”
“Stop resisting, son, you’re only making things worse for yourself.”
“I’m not your son, you fucker! And nothing could be worse…” It sounded as if he had strangled down a sob as his voice had trailed off. “Nothing.”
His body went limp as if in defeat. Parker hauled him up to a standing position, using one hand to clutch his collar and the other to grip his arm. The boy winced.
“Are you hurt?”
Deep blue eyes lined in black stared up at him, defiant. But behind that façade was a deep sadness that threatened to crush Parker’s heart even more.
“What the fuck do you care?”
He’d tried to make his voice sound cocky, tough. Parker was used to the attitude he received from the various lawbreakers he interacted with on a daily basis, but he still felt as if there was something different about this one. It wasn’t his job to interfere with individuals, only to bring them in—and when appropriate—offer relevant social services information. Personal involvement was off limits.
“I care more than you probably think.”
Parker took out his cuffs, which startled the young man into action. He yanked his arm forcefully and Parker tightened his hold. The kid hissed again in obvious pain. Parker decided to cuff him in front until he could determine that the boy wasn’t injured.
“What’s your name?”
He remained silent. Parker patted him down.
“Anything in your pockets I should know about? Drugs? Needles? Other sharp objects?”
“Dude, I’m not a fucking user.”
“Good. That shit’s bad for you. I’m glad to hear you’re clean.”
The kid arched his eyebrows, a look of mild surprise evident. Parker found a wad of bills stuffed into one side of his pants and a Nevada ID in the other. No wallet. There wouldn’t have been room for such a thing in the tight clothing the young man wore. Parker examined his identification and barely controlled a snort of laughter.
“Slade Wolfgang? I’m supposed to believe this?”
Slade scowled at him. “I don’t give a fuck what you believe.”
“You might at some point. Want to tell me why that guy from the casino told me to come after you?”
The kid snorted. “Not really.”
“Okay then. I guess we’re done here.”
“I can go?”
The hopeful, almost childlike tone in Slade’s voice only added to Parker’s concern for him.
Parker shook his head. “If you won’t talk to me, I’ll have to send you downtown where you can explain it to them. With any luck, you’ll see a judge in the morning and hopefully, be out after that.”
“No!” It had come out on a wail. “I can’t, you don’t understand. It’s impossible. Please don’t do this! Seriously, dude, I’m begging. I’m begging you!”
Parker frowned. He’d heard plenty of impassioned pleas over the years. If he was a betting man, he was sure that Slade was a sex worker and had a pimp who kept a close eye on him. But there was something else. The briefing about the escalating violence amongst those in the sex industry the day before rose in his mind.
“Slade, are you in danger? I can help—”
“No, no danger.” Slade’s eyes filled with clear terror, his breathing amping up. He shrunk in on himself, his body trembling under Parker’s sure grip.
This poor kid.
“Come on. Let’s go.”
One second Parker was tugging on Slade’s arm to lead him away and the next second Parker was writhing on the ground, white-hot fire searing through his balls as he clutched at them.
Goddamn. How did he manage that?
Reviews for Copping an Attitude:
Knight is quickly becoming a force to be reckoned with in the M/M genre, that at times can be tedious and repetitive, she continually brings fresh and gritty storylines and characters to her books… The scenes on the strip are so well written and described that I can literally visual myself being there with Parker and Slade. Then there is the character development and emotions that jump right off the pages and really endear the reader to the characters.
(Tams – MM Good Book Reviews)
Book 2 in this series was a fantastic read from start to finish…. I needed my box of tissues…. This book has a great plot that kept me gripped to the very end. I can’t wait to read more in the series.
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