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Undercover Lover: A BBW Story | Lisa Mulaton

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Undercover Lover: A BBW Story

Lisa Mulaton

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“The fuck do you think you’re doing bitch?”

I froze up. I thought he would be out of the house for at least a few hours, but here he was. How the hell did I not notice him coming in through the door?

“Come over here right now.” I hesitated, and then walked over to him. It’s not like I had a choice. Mick had a crazy look in his eyes, a look I knew all too well. I could smell the distinct smell of crack as I stood in front of him, unable to meet his eyes. When we had first started going out everything had been fine, I was attracted to his bad boy persona but over the past year he had done nothing but get more and more violent, to the point where I felt more like his prisoner than his girlfriend.

“Did I say you could be hanging around my house when I’m not home?”

I felt tears sting my eyes. Mick would find any excuse at all to be mad at me, no matter how hard I tried to please him. I was just over to pick up a few things I had left at his house. My plan was to save whatever little money I could, and then get the hell out of there. The only problem was, Mick wasn’t the type of guy to just get over me. He would do his best to track me down, and when he did there’s no telling what he would do.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, I just left some stuff here...”

He tilted his head to the side and spoke up.

“You should be fucking sorry. Now get out of my house, you fat bitch.”

I stood there frozen, trying to summon up the courage to tell him the way he was treating me was wrong. As always, I couldn’t do it.

“Go on, GO!” He raised his hand as if to grab me, so I quickly ran out the door. As soon as I hopped in the car I drove back to my apartment, pulling in quickly and hurrying to my door. I was walking so fast I didn’t notice the man following me, that is, until I got to the door and he placed a hand on my shoulder.

Spinning around quickly, I stumbled backwards. I was surprised to find a man dressed in black holding a badge out in front of him.

“My name is Detective Nicholson, but you can call me Alex. We need to have a chat.”

I sucked in my breath quickly as I tried to make sense of the situation. Was he there to ask about Mick, or was there a shooting or something in the apartment complex? Either way, I knew what happened to snitches.

“I don’t know anything, I didn’t see anything, and I didn’t hear anything. Now if you’ll excuse me.”

I turned around to open my door, but he quickly reached around and snatched the keys out of my hand.

“Hey! Go to hell, I didn’t do anything.”

He just shook his head with an amused expression on his face.

“We can do this the easy way, or the hard way. You can either come with me for a little chat in a café miles and miles away, where Mick would never see us,” My eyes widened as I realized this was, in fact, about Mick. “Or if you want to resist, I’ll have to take you in to the station where any one of the guys he rolls with might be. Would he happy knowing you were talking to the cops, Courtney?”

I knew I had no choice but to go with him. Even if I didn’t say anything and told Mick straight away, he was so paranoid and jealous there’s no way he wouldn’t try and hurt me.

Taking a deep breath and looking around to see if anyone could see, I responded.

“Fine. We can talk.”

“I thought you might see things my way.”

He led me to his car, which thankfully was an undercover police car with tinted windows, so nobody would see me. As I got inside and buckled up, I could feel the adrenaline leaving me and I felt calmer.

It’s OK Courtney, I thought to myself, just have a quick talk, act like you don’t know anything, and pray to God Mick never finds out.

We drove for almost a half hour, and during the ride I glanced over to get a good look at him for the first time. He was surprisingly handsome and well built, and it was obvious he took care of his body. He definitely didn’t look like the average cop. His expression seemed to be constantly fixed into a cocky smile, and as I was staring at him he turned his head to meet my gaze. I looked away quickly, staring out the window while I waited to arrive at the café.

“You know Courtney, I’m doing this to help you.” He said calmly. “Your boyfriend has been under surveillance for months now. We have dozens of witnesses who tell us that your boyfriend is one of the largest dealers in the county and more importantly linked to several murders in this month alone.”

I felt my blood run cold. I knew he was moving a lot of weight, but murder? As much as I wanted to think he was lying, even I had to admit to myself that he probably was guilty. I didn’t respond, instead staying silent until he pulled into a cafe, and got out of the car. I followed him apprehensively, wondering just how this would turn out.

He walked inside and motioned for me to sit down. “I’ll order, what do you feel like?”

After I didn’t respond, he just laughed and turned around to go order. A short time later he came back with two iced coffees, and placed one in front of me.

“Now let’s get down to it. I know you don’t want to talk because you’re scared of Mick, and I understand that.” He leaned in closer and stared into my eyes. “I’ve seen him beat you, Courtney. He treats you like shit. Why do you want to protect him?”

Hot tears stung my eyes as I took a sip of my drink and tried to keep it together. “You don’t understand, do you? He’ll kill me if I say anything. I have no money to move, and even if I did he would probably find me.”

“That’s not true. It doesn’t have to be like that. If you can do what needs to be done to put him behind bars, he won’t get out for decades, that I can assure you. We’ll also offer you protection and relocation, with a job set up for you and a new life where you don’t have to live in fear.”

I started crying softly, ashamed of how weak I looked in front of his kind gaze.

“I can’t!” I tried to stand up but he stopped me by leaning over and placing a hand on my shoulder.

“You can. Look at me. You can. You’re saying exactly what Mick wants you to say. Look how much power he has over you, even when you’re not with him. I’m your only way out. Are you going to let this opportunity pass you, or are you going to summon up the courage I know you have and do what needs to be done?”

For the first time, I began to think that I could actually do what he was asking. The problem was, I still had no idea what exactly he wanted from me.

“What would I need to do?”

His face lit up. “It’s simple. Just wear a wire during his next drug deal. All we need is some concrete proof of him dealing, and that combined with the testimony we already have should be more than enough to get a conviction. With his record, the judge is going to throw the book at him. You won’t have to see him again. Ever.”

I felt torn. On one hand I wanted to escape Mick desperately, but on the other hand he was my boyfriend and I did have feelings for him, even if he had become evil. As much as I hated him, there would always be a part of me that loved him and wanted to protect him. I could still remember a softer side of him, back when he used to surprise me with flowers and treat me right. Before he turned into the monster he was now.

I took another sip of coffee, and hung my head in my hands. “Ok. I’ll do it.”

Without waiting for me to change my mind, he quickly explained what I had to do, and when and where I was to do it. On the drive back he gave me the wire and taught me how to set it up.

“Now remember, we’ll be listening in the entire time. So if anything happens, we’ll be right outside to intervene. Just make sure you’re there when he does the deal, and get everything recorded. Leave as soon as he’s said enough to incriminate himself, and we’ll storm in right then and catch him red handed. Understand?”

I nodded my head in agreement, and as he pulled into my apartment complex I quickly got out and hurried inside. After I hid the equipment, I collapsed on my bed and thought about what would happen tomorrow. That night I said a silent prayer that everything would work out fine, before drifting off to an uneasy sleep.

***

I awoke the next morning to the sound of my phone ringing. It was Alex.

“Listen, you need to get down to Mick’s house as soon as possible. Someone just pulled up to his house with a suitcase, and we need you in there.”

“Shit. I’ll be there in 10 minutes.”

I got dressed, and tried to think of an excuse to come over this early. I knew there was only one thing that Mick never got mad about, and that was making money. I’ve never done cocaine in my entire life, despite Mick trying to get me to do it constantly. I knew that if I went over there with what little money I had and tried to buy coke, he would see it as an opportunity to make me ever more dependent on him.

I quickly set up the wire, and drove straight to his house. I drove fast the entire way there, secretly hoping that I would get pulled over so I wouldn’t have to go through with it. When I finally pulled into his driveway, I could barely breathe from the nerves. I got out of the car, and slowly started walking towards his front door. There was no sign of the detective, Alex, or anyone else but I knew they must be observing from far away. I took one last deep breath and tried to brace myself, before knocking on the door loudly.

“Who the hells that?” I heard him yell from the hallway. I took a calming breath and responded. “It’s me baby, let me in.”

The door swung open and he looked at me as if he was about to hit me. “What the hell are you doing here this early? If I wanted you to come over I would have called your ass.”

I did my best to look upset, which was easy to do since I was already so nervous. “Mick, I came over because I can’t take it anymore. I need something to take the edge off.”

He raised his eyebrows, and for a moment I thought he was on to me. Thankfully, he responded as I hoped.

“Well whatever you want, I got. You have to pay for it though.” I nodded, and reached into my pocket to pull out a crumpled 20 dollar bill. “This is all I have.” He looked around to see if anyone was looking, before grabbing it out of my hand. He regularly sold coke by the brick and didn’t need to take my money, but he did anyway. It was the type of person he was, he would take it just to make me rely on him more.

“Come on in and you can have a few lines. I’m doing some business in the living room, so you can wait in the other room while I finish.”

I panicked; this wasn’t going how I expected. “Can’t I just come in with you? I really need something to take the edge off. I won’t bother you, I’ll just do a few lines.”

He looked at me like I was crazy. “Suit yourself, but if you talk out of line I’m going to have to beat your ass, I won’t have you disrespecting me in front of them. Now shut up.”

I nodded my head and followed him into the living room.

As I opened the door I was hit with the smell of crack smoke. There were two dangerous looking men sitting on the couch, and what looked like two bricks of coke on the table. Mick sat down, and motioned for me to take a seat.

“This is my bitch, ignore her. Now where were we?” He continued discussing the deal they were making as he absentmindedly pulled out a bag of his own supply, and emptied some out on the table. He chopped up a couple lines, before handing me the rolled up bill to do myself. It hadn’t occurred to me that I would actually have to try it, but I realized if I didn’t then I would be found out. I leaned forward and snorted a line just like I had seen Mick do hundreds of times. I felt a rush of adrenaline as I did it, and after a few seconds I could feel it take hold. I suddenly felt invincible, like I could do anything. All my nervousness had washed away and all that was left was a feeling of pleasure, although I still felt a rush of fear every time I thought of what could go wrong. Without even thinking about it I leaned forward and did the second line, and tried to listen intently to what they were saying.

“So if you can guarantee you’ll give back 10 grand on each brick on top of 20 grand up front, we have a deal. I don’t normally front people, but we’ve been working together for years now. Trust me when I say this is the best coke you can get.”

I felt a thrill of victory. That was it. Those few sentences were all that were needed to prove that he had been dealing for years. Now my thoughts turned to how the hell I was going to get out of there!

I stood up quickly, probably more quickly than I should have. Mick’s head instantly snapped to my direction.

“Where the hell are you going?”

“Well, I was just going to leave and come back when you guys were finished.”