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  Badge Bunny

  Legacy in Blue, Book 1

  Katya Ensmore

  Copyright © 2020 by Katrina Moir

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  Badge Bunny is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, brands, media, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  ISBN: 978-1-7773228-0-9 (Paperback)

  Cover Design by Katrina Moir

  Image by Comfreak from Pixabay

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  Author’s Note

  Series Note:

  This book is the first book of a series that centres on the lives of six siblings from the same family. Although it can be read alone, it is suggested to be read as part of the whole. Also at this point, the exact total of books and release dates for the series hasn’t been decided as of yet, but at the moment there are books planned for each sibling.

  Content Warning:

  Due to some of the content of this fictional story, it is recommended for mature readers of 18 years old and above. Please be forewarned that some of the topics that may be presented (abuse, bullying, depictions/discussions of rape, violence, etc.) may cause triggers.

  Foreword

  badge bunny1

  1. A female, usually of the barely legal age, who spends her time chasing police officers and offering them her 'services' in hopes of gaining status among her badge bunny friends.

  See also: holster sniffer

  1 Source: Urban Dictionary; https://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=badge%20bunny

  Contents

  The King Family

  1. Viola

  2. Mike

  3. Viola

  4. Mike

  5. Viola

  6. Mike

  7. Viola

  8. Mike

  9. Viola

  10. Mike

  11. Viola

  12. Mike

  13. Viola

  14. Mike

  15. Viola

  16. Viola

  17. Mike

  18. Viola

  19. Mike

  20. Mike

  21. Viola

  22. Mike

  23. Viola

  24. Mike

  25. Viola

  26. Viola

  27. Mike

  28. Viola

  29. Mike

  30. Viola

  31. Mike

  32. Viola

  33. Viola

  34. Mike

  35. Viola

  36. Mike

  37. Viola

  38. Mike

  39. Viola

  40. Mike

  41. Viola

  42. Mike

  43. Viola

  44. Mike

  45. Viola

  46. Viola

  47. Mike

  48. Viola

  49. Mike

  50. Viola

  51. Mike

  52. Viola

  Epilogue

  Next in the Series…

  About the Author

  The King Family

  Chapter One

  Viola

  January

  I had always wanted to fall in love.

  Once.

  Not twice, or thrice or whatever number came after that.

  When it came to relationships, my sister Ivy was the polar opposite of me. I had yet to decide which one of us was north or south. Ivy and I were what people referred to as Irish twins. She was born in the middle of March, and I was born ten months later at the beginning of January. Even though we were born less than a year apart, we ended up in different classes, so she was a year ahead of me. The sibling bond we shared was closer than it was with any of my other brothers and sister, even with our completely different personalities.

  Over the years, Ivy confessed to me many times, that she didn’t care how much she fell in love. As long as the last and final love would be strong enough to follow her soul into the afterlife, that was all that mattered. The knowledge she did impart upon me, after several failed attempts, was to wait. Wait for that perfect person to give your virginity to, because once you made the choice to have sex, you couldn’t go back. You would never be the same. She said it didn’t matter what anyone said, the act of giving yourself to someone intimately changed you.

  Tonight was my eighteenth birthday, and since everyone in my family had all deserted me, I decided to be spontaneous for once by making the very adult decision to give myself a birthday to remember. For once, I was going to live outside of my self-prescribed mold. My bag was already packed for the weekend and a partial plan was in place. Earlier in the day and prior to making my final arrangements to travel home for a couple days, I wrangled my friends Shelby and Chandra to be my wing women.

  You see, I had yet to fall in love.

  Having six older and very overprotective siblings inevitably placed a hinderance on any possibility of a love life. Being the youngest, I tended to do my own thing. After years of perfecting my wallflower state, I became silent and observant. Witnessing Ivy’s failed relationships, leading up to getting back together with her ex, I feared that I might never find a love that could rock the ages. The planner in me decided it was time to bite the bullet and rid myself of this pesky v-card before I leave for university. It was common knowledge that even though I attended an all-girls Catholic school, I was one of the few that still hadn’t had sex yet.

  Who in their right mind wanted to be the awkward virgin after graduating from high school?

  Definitely not me.

  If I had learned anything from spying on my brothers, it was that no University aged male wanted to waste their time with a virgin. I also didn’t want that awkward moment at the frat party where I had to explain the existence of my hymen. I didn’t want some guy to turn me down after he had already seen me naked because he was scared of me turning into Clingy McClingerstein. So instead of spending the weekend at Sacred Heart Academy, an all-girls Catholic school just outside of the city, I would be heading home to our acreage.

  Shelby and Chandra were already at home with their families celebrating the New Year while I had been holed up in my dorm room, waiting for the perfect moment to escape. The sisters all expect me to be here over the weekend, but I had other plans. I figured since I turned eighteen today, they shouldn’t be able to force me to stay here as a minor. As it was, my dad didn’t care about my birthdays, or the fact that I was spending it alone at the boarding school. So, I had taken it upon myself to fill out the paperwork to allow me full control over my residence.

  Lucky for me, I had money saved up from my last babysitting job, so I was able to pay for a taxi to come get me and take me home.

  None of the lights in the house were on, which didn’t surprise me. Empty, just like it was every weekend I came home. There had to be a great comparison regarding our family dynamic somewhere in there. Considering the general lack of people occupying the space, I would have thought my dad would adopt a dog to guard the place or possibly brought home a retired police dog. It made me wonder if he only vacated the place when I came home, or if he was actually gone all the time. I tried not to feel jealous, but
looking back, he seemed to be present during most of my siblings’ birthdays.

  I was the youngest of seven.

  I had four brothers and two sisters – Rowan, Reed, Ash and Alder were my brothers and Fern and Ivy were my sisters.

  Our mother was a botanist, so of course our first names were derived from plants. Mom was also the only reason dad purchased the acreage. She grew up on an orchard nestled in the mountains and wanted the same type of life. So, after my parents were married, they bought the land and built the house and surrounding buildings. She wanted a place to grow anything and everything without space restrictions. The only one of us who got the short end of the stick was Fern. The rest seemed to have semi-normal names.

  Rowan and Reed, identical twins, and firstborn of the King siblings, were inseparable until Rowan died when I was eleven. Reed was younger than him by a meagre five minutes, but Rowan never let him forget it. They were eight years older than me. What I remembered of Rowan was that he was an amazing, caring older brother. He overdosed on Fentanyl and was found during a raid on a crack house. He struggled over the years with his addiction. I only wished he would have been able to escape his demons and grow older with the rest of us, instead of succumbing to them. Although he was gone, he would never be forgotten.

  Reed took over the mantle shortly after Rowan died. He became our protector, and the stand in father for most of our lives. He was the first to uphold the King family legacy in blue. That was another one of the twins’ differences. Reed joined the police force shortly after he graduated high school, while Rowan’s addiction didn’t let him keep it together long enough to finish his first semester in University. He has been on the job for seven years now and hasn’t regretted the decision. The only time he had second thoughts was when he almost dropped out after Rowan overdosed. He was just a month into the academy and the grief of losing his twin in such a tragic way almost ruined his future.

  Fern was the oldest girl in the family and seemed to be the biggest disappointment to our father, next to me of course. She was six years older than me and was the closest thing I had to a maternal figure in my life. She went into the police academy after graduation but was kicked out just before their final evaluation. There was an extreme blow out at our house, that resulted in her leaving town and essentially never looking back. She had been officially gone for five years, but she still visited us once a year, minus dad. They had been incommunicado since the blow out of the century.

  Ash, four years older than me, was the next to join our legacy in blue. He was placed at the same precinct as Reed and as far as I knew, he had been doing well. He often suffered from middle child syndrome because he felt responsible for Alder, Ivy, and me, but he was considered a younger sibling to Rowan, Reed, and Fern. It could have been his central birth order that enabled him to be a natural lie detector. None of us could keep a secret around him even if it saved our lives.

  Alder was a couple years older than me and was the first in our family to attend University before deciding on the police academy. He received a full ride sports scholarship to play hockey and was currently studying Criminal Justice with aspirations of going to law school. However, if I had to wager a guess, he would be registered for the police academy once he graduated. He was the brother I was closest to, not because of the smaller age difference, but because he didn’t have some misguided sense of responsibility over Ivy and I. Sure he would likely go ape shit on anyone who caused us pain, but he was often in on some of our shenanigans rather than trying to stop them.

  My sister Ivy and I had almost been in the same class at school, but I was a week later than my estimated birth date according to Fern. During our exile to Sacred Heart we were inseparable and were lucky to share a room until she graduated. I loved her to death. We saw less of each other these days since she moved in with her douche of a boyfriend. None of us were surprised when she got back together with Tyler, one of the boyfriends she dated when she was in High School. They broke up when he went away to college for football. Before he could finish his degree, he was injured. He eventually lost his scholarship due to failing grades. When he returned the year she graduated, joined the police force and they started back up where they left off.

  With my dad playing the lifetime roll of my absentee father, I constantly wondered what things would have been like if my mom was still around. Over the years, my older siblings told me stories about her, but it wasn’t the same as having the person present. I glanced at my phone again to remind myself that even though I had been deserted by all of them today, they still thought about me.

  Ivy: Hippo Birdy, Hippo Birdy, Hippo Birdy to you

  Me: You’re officially a moron

  Ivy: Whatevs, you love me

  Me: unfortunately

  Ivy: Hey, so please don’t hate me. Ty has an event tonight that I need to go to. It’s important for him.

  Me: so, you’re missing my birthday

  Ivy: I’m sorry, you know I’d be there if I could

  Me: I know

  Ivy: Have a blast though TTYL

  Me: TTYL

  Reed: Happy Birthday, imp. Sorry I had a shift today, otherwise I’d have taken you out for supper.

  Me: No prob, big bro. Keep the streets safe and come home in one piece.

  Fern: Hi sweety. Happy Birthday. Sorry I couldn’t be there today. They’ve got me at a conference in Russia this week. Know that you’re loved, and I will see you soon.

  Me: Cool! Bring me one of those Matryoshka dolls if you can. I’ve always wanted one.

  Fern: Already got you one.

  Me: Thanks, sis, you’re the best!

  It was hard not to miss my big sister. She was essentially the only maternal figure I had growing up. Sure, there were a couple nannies or caretakers, but that only lasted until I was old enough to go to school. Once that happened, Rowan and Reed were thirteen and Fern was eleven, so dad didn’t need to hire caretakers. He had three, ready and willing to take care of the siblings they loved so much. When I was twelve, Fern enrolled in the police academy, against the wishes of my dad.

  With dad’s vehement rejection of her plan to follow the King legacy, no one expected him to lose his mind over her failing out of the academy. Yet, when she did, he made it painfully obvious that she disappointed him. Since we all still lived at home, there were several uncomfortably silent meals because they had stopped talking. Before any of us could suggest an intervention, she packed up her bedroom and snuck away while he was at work and we were at school.

  Ash: Happy Birthday, imp. Sorry I can’t be there to celebrate with you, gotta work tonight.

  Me: Thanks bro. No worries.

  Alder: Happy Birthday, imp, the troublemaker.

  Me: I think you’ve mistaken me for Ivy.

  Alder: Nope, she’s Satan’s little helper.

  Me: Don’t you mean Santa’s little helper?

  Alder: Satan, Santa, same letters…

  Me: You’re weird.

  Alder: Weird, but you love me.

  Me: In small doses.

  Alder: Nope, definitely not small

  Me: Eww, shut up. TMI.

  Alder: Haha

  Me: TTYL.

  Alder: Ciao

  It wasn’t like today wasn’t my birthday or anything.

  Eighteen really must just a number. If no one was bringing the party to me, I was going to find one myself. Preferably one full of debauchery, because I was tired of being the perfect youngest child of Richard King. Who cares if he was the Chief of Police and had an image to uphold? With that in mind, I immediately sent a text to Shelby with tonight’s action plan.

  Me: Tonight’s the night.

  Shelby: To go all night?

  Me: Can you go all night your first time?

  Shelby: If anyone can do it you can, you hussy.

  Me: Get your lily-white country ass over here and help me get ready.

  Shelby: Be there soon.

  Ten minutes later, Shelby arrived carrying a bag full
of clothes and a pair of gorgeous black cowboy boots. I could always count on her to be my cohort in delinquency. I had asked her to bring something that would make me look different than I normally did. She came through on our plan, but I had no doubt in my mind that she would. She dropped everything she had in her hands on the front porch and launched into my arms.

  “Hey, babe! Happy birthday!” She hugged me tight.

  “Thanks!”

  “Where’s your dad?” she asked, even though I was sure she knew the answer. That was Shelby though, always great at pointing out situations and opening the floor for discussion. Even if I usually managed to sidestep her psychiatrist couch.

  “Working,” I replied with a shrug. “You know how he is.”

  “But you’re home for your birthday weekend,” she pouted.

  “It wouldn’t surprise me if he took a double just to avoid me.”

  I wished I could be one of those teenagers that could yell at their dad for being a moron, but my dad wasn’t a normal dad. What he did for a living set him apart from most parental figures within my social group. He was the Chief of Police, and with that came stress, structure and an unchanging stance. However, I was sure out of all of his seven children, I was the one he could stand the least. After all, my birth meant he lost the love of his life, my mom.