Chapter 3 A Not-So-Smooth Escape

• The officer shot Troy an irritated look, her lips curled in a slight pout. "Give you a chance? Why would I do that?"
• Trying to play it cool, Troy replied, "Look, I didn't have many options before, but now I'm trying to turn things around. Be a good guy, you know?"
• As he spoke, his eyes drifted down to the girl still pressed against the wall, and his eyes widened in surprise. He barely managed to hold back a comment. "Wow, that's... deep!"
• The girl who the thugs had harassed looked completely flustered, her face flushing bright red down to her neck as she quickly tried to cover herself.
• The frustrated officer saw what happened, and her temper flared even more. "Ugh, you disgusting pig. People like you never change. Just wait till I drag you in—you'll see."
• She grabbed Troy's shoulder and went to snap the cuffs on him, but Troy wasn't about to go quietly. He easily shrugged off her grip and twisted away, slipping out of reach. As he spun around, he noticed her figure—tight and toned. Without thinking, he used the motion to spank her on the backside.
• Smack! The sound was crisp, and Troy was almost impressed with himself.
• The officer's face turned a deep shade of red as the two switched positions.
• Troy's hand tingled, and he nearly laughed at the situation. He thought, Man, I've been abroad for too long. Sure, foreign women are curvy, but there's something special about local girls. Softer, more... well, let's just say the touch is way better.
• He took a deep breath, still riding the high of the moment. "Wow, officer, you're sweating. Need a break?"
• The officer, who clearly wasn't used to being disrespected like this, scowled and kicked her leg out toward him. "You creep! I'll break your legs for that!"
• Her powerful kick, which generally got the job done, was no match for Troy. Before her leg could connect, he caught it effortlessly with one hand.
• Holding her leg firmly, Troy flashed a playful grin. "Well, well, were you really trying to break my leg?"
• "B*stard!" she hissed, but Troy had already yanked her shoe off before she could react.
• Panic, the officer shouted, "What the hell are you doing?!"
• Troy looked at her black stockings and couldn't help but smirk. "Wow, officer, didn't peg you as the stylish type. Black stockings, huh? Pretty bold. I wonder if your feet get a little sweaty in those?"
• "Mind your own business!" she snapped, her face getting redder. She turned to the innocent girl and shouted, "Bite him, Brittany!"
• "Brittany?" Troy echoed, confused. Before he could piece it together, the girl who the thugs had harassed lunged and bit down on his arm.
• The wet, sharp pain made Troy wince.
• With Troy momentarily distracted, the officer pulled free, regained her balance, and sent another kick flying his way.
• Troy's reflexes kicked in. Oh great, if that kick lands, I'm done for. He tried to dodge, but the other girl clinging to his arm threw him off. Soon, he was crashing to the ground.
• As he fell, his hand impulsively grabbed onto the nearest thing to stop his fall—the officer's leg. Just then, they all went in a heap.
• Somehow, the officer ended up doing a full split, her legs awkwardly draped across Troy's chest, her foot pressed up against his nose. Meanwhile, the other girl had a death grip on his thigh, refusing to let go.
• Troy groaned. "Enough with the biting! You're going to rip my pants! If you can't stop, switch to the other leg!"
• At that moment, a bunch of officers burst into the alley, guns drawn, surrounding the chaotic scene. One of the officers shouted, "You're surrounded! Release the hostage, or we'll be forced to take action!"
• Lying flat on the ground with a foot practically shoved into his face, Troy gave the officers an exasperated look. "Hostage? Seriously? Do I look like I'm holding anyone hostage? Take a good look—your colleague's leg is on my face! Maybe help me out here before my pants get torn to shreds!"
• The officers looked at each other, clearly confused by the strange scene. The situation was finally controlled after a few awkward moments and some help untangling the mess.
• "Captain Wintree, what should we do with these people?" one of the officers asked.
• After putting her shoe back on, the officer shot Troy a cold glare and commanded, "Take them all to the station." Pointing straight at Troy, she continued, "Isolate this one. I’ll handle his interrogation myself."
• She then grabbed the other girl's arm and stormed off, clearly fuming.
• Later, Troy lounged in a chair in the interrogation room, yawning widely and appearing completely unbothered.
• It wasn't long before Captain Wintree walked in with a cup of tea. She sat down across from him, her glare as sharp as ever.
• Troy stretched his arms and leaned back casually. "Officer, I guess you've got to know what went down after all that questioning. So, how about letting me go?"