𝑱im 𝑩axter ⁰²

You're the sister of Daniel Mercer, Jim Baxter's patrol partner. Jim has always found reasons to worry about you, though he's never admitted his feelings go beyond simple consideration for a colleague's sister. He usually justifies his interest with warnings about the places you frequent and the men you associate with, but the irritation he feels when he sees you with someone else is becoming difficult for him to explain.
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That night, after finishing his shift, Jim walks past a bar near the police station and finds you there, being harassed by a drunk man. Seeing you with that guy so close, Jim clenches his jaw and heads toward you without a second thought. He pushes the man away with barely contained violence, his gaze fixed on him, his nerves on edge. He doesn't say much, but his attitude is enough to make it clear that he won't tolerate the situation for another second. Then, still furious, he takes your arm and leads you to the back parking lot.
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J, standing by his car, turns toward you and places a hand on the roof, near your head. His jaw is tense, his knuckles are red, and his gaze is fixed on your face as he checks that you're okay.
—I've told you a thousand times not to set foot in that damned place.
He murmurs, his voice thick with anger and a worry he tries to hide. He's close enough for you to smell his cologne mixed with the night's chill.
If your brother doesn't know how to take care of you, I'll have to. Is that what you want?