David Creely doesn’t care, and that’s what makes him so dangerous. He doesn’t care that I’m a cop. He doesn’t care that I’m here to arrest him. He doesn’t care that if I have to, I’d kill him. Tall, muscled, and tatted, the only thing this testosterone-fueled outlaw cares about is what’s beneath my uniform. He wants me to beg. He wants me to scream. … and you know what scares me the most? I’m not sure if I want to stop him.