I pushed him away, laughing. “Just stay away so nobody gets hurt. Got it?”
“Hurt me, master. Whip me. You know I like it.”
I heard Matthew’s roaring laughter before I closed the door and stepped outside.
“Get in the car, dude. Seriously, I need to pick up my girl.”
I opened the passenger door and shoved him inside, slamming the door closed. Just as I was putting on my seat belt, a police car slid into the spot behind me, red and blue lights flashing. I waited until both policemen had approached my side, then rolled down the window.
“Good afternoon, Officers.”
They both nodded. One officer looked like Popeye, while the other one looked as skinny as a pole. Popeye eyed Levi suspiciously.
“Is this your house?” Officer Pole inquired, his face friendly and open.
“No, sir. A friend’s.”
“What were you doing here?” Popeye asked. If Pole was the good cop, Popeye was definitely the bad cop. His eyes narrowed as he studied my face.
“Just visiting,” I replied.
“Hey, say what, you guys got some doughnuts on you?” Levi piped up.
I groaned.
“Seems like your friend is drunk.”
“I’m driving him home.”
“Are you?” There was a challenge in Popeye’s tone.
I gave him a nod.
“I need to see your license and registration.”
What the hell?
“What the fuck for?” Levi interrupted.
“Levi, shut up. Let me handle this.”
“I’d buy you ten thousand boxes of doughnuts if you guys leave us the fuck alone,” Levi slurred.
I gave him a warning glare, shaking my head slightly. When I was sure he’d gotten the message, I turned back to the officers.
“Sorry about that. Is there a reason for this?” I asked.
Pole answered, “We received a peace disturbance report about this residence.”
“And that someone is dealing drugs,” Popeye added.
I gritted my teeth. Justin.
Levi let out a loud snort. “I could use some dope right now.”
I closed my eyes tightly. Damned Levi.
Popeye stepped back, his eyes hard. “We need to search the car. Please step out of your vehicle, sir.”