AN :
This is a story that has been floating around in my head for a while. Leave a comment and let me know if you love it, hate it, or want more. I have a couple chapters done so please just leave a comment letting me know whether or not to continue.
Chapter One - Rosalie
I woke up startled by a sound downstairs, making me sit up straight in bed. I looked over to the empty spot next to me. Shit, I forgot to turn the alarm on. It definitely wasn't Royce, because he would have woken me up pissed I had left it off. I didn't see why the alarm mattered because I lived in a fortrose. There were cameras around the outside, a huge fence that I couldn't escape if I tried, and I had tried. Someone would be stupid to try to get over that fence.
No telling where he was.
Another late case.
Another drug bust.
Another boyfriend.
At this point in our relationship, I really didn't give a shit. Royce was gay, I knew it. Willing, I didn't know when we were dating, but I should have guessed it. After all, what man doesn't want to have sex with his girlfriend. I believed he was 'saving himself', but after a while, I didn't care about it anymore. He needed me to marry him. He needed a cover. I was just the lucky girl that got trapped into saying yes.
I needed out from under my parents thumb. All they wanted was my inheritance and I knew it. It was only a matter of time until they got it.
Royce needed a cover, and instead of coming out to his bible bumping parents, he decided to get married and live two separate lives. Too bad I found out too late, and too late was the honeymoon.
The honeymoon paid for by his parents.
The honeymoon I was excited to go on with my husband. I should have known. I never felt anything like the passion that some people explain. I never felt super in love, like others describe it as. I just thought it was the natural way things progressed.
You dated, if you didn't fight, you got married, you lived happily ever after, the end. Simple as that. Boy was I naive three years ago.
When I heard the sound that woke me again, I quietly reached over and pulled the gun out of the bedside drawer, and checked to make sure it was loaded. That was a good thing Royce taught me. I knew how to load a gun and shoot, and I was good at it.
As I got downstairs I heard movement coming from Royce's office, I wondered if it could be him, but instantly knew it wasn't. He would come straight home drunk and crash, after he bitched me out for leaving the alarm off. What he wouldn't do is any type of work at three thirty-six in the morning.
I peeked around the opened door and saw two men. They were wearing black long sleeve shirts and black pants. Neither had weapons in their hands, but they were both searching through desk drawers and behind cabinets. One picked up the large couch and the other shook his head negatively.
"Ma'am, put the gun down. We get what we came for. We leave." I jumped hearing the voice coming from just inside the door. His voice was strong and growly with a foreign irish accent. I didn't realize there were three of them. The two others looked my way, shocked. They hadn't seen me in the doorway either.
"What are you looking for?" I whispered. I don't know why it came out as a whisper, but if what they were doing was secretive, like breaking into someone's home in the middle of the night, it deserved a whisper. I'd feel weird using my normal voice.
"The wife of a DEA Agent doesn't want to know what her husband has hidden in her home." I looked to the man across the room who had said it. You could tell both men were brothers, but one was the more outspoken of the two. His hat was fitted and on backwards, and I could tell he had a hardness about him that not many people broke through. The irish accent wasn't as distinguished in his voice, but it was still there. And I hated to admit it, but it sounded good.
"Something stolen from my family." The man just inside the door said, answering my original question. I looked over to him, and took notice. He had age lines around his eyes, but looked like the other two, just older.
I thought back to what he said and thought back to the times I would see Royce doing shady business with shady people that I wasn't allowed to ask about. I knew Royce's shit would come back to bite him in the ass.
"Well join the club. Seems to be his motto." I said on a shrug and loosened my grip slightly on the pistol in my hand. These men didn't look anything like the drugged out men I was use to seeing Royce associate with.
"What did he steal from you?" The backwards hat said to me, flexing his arms, angrily. I instinctively took a step back and the man just inside the door stopped me. Royce always did that when he got angry. I knew I didn't want to be anywhere around when he went off.
"No one here will harm you. We're just asking questions." I took a deep breath and steadied myself to answer.
"Other than my life? My inheritance. Went to the store one day and my card declined. Not just one, but everyone. I called the bank, accounts had been emptied. Now I get an allowance." I explained the short version. There was no need in explaining the threats, fights, and broken arm that came along that night.
"Seems the way it goes. You stupidly agree to marry a piece of shit, turns out he's a piece of shit. Not too surprising he stole your shit." I was angry then. The outspoken one was really mouthy, and I hated biting my tongue on everything with Royce. I definitely wasn't going to take it with someone I didn't even know.
"You don't know the first fucking thing about me, so maybe you can assume I'm stupid to someone else. I don't give one shit about that asshole. If I did, you would already have a hole in that pretty little head of yours. The one thing that piece of shit did teach me, was how to shoot." This got the backwards hat's attention. He smirked at me and his eyes lit up, blue, beautiful blue. Like the deep blue of the ocean. I liked that alot. And it seemed he wasn't turned off by my potty mouth.
Royce had told me over and over about learning to not say 'that vile language'. Apparently it made me unattractive, but since he couldn't see an attractive woman if it hit him in the face, I didn't care about his opinion.
"Easy there, Tiger, wouldn't want to break one of those claws." He half smirked half smiled at me.
"S'not here." His brother said. He wasn't listening though, or if he was, didn't appear to care. He just walked straight over to me, towering over me, cupped my jaw and ran his finger down my cheekbone. I was perfectly still, and tried not to concentrate on how wonderfully warm his fingers felt on my chilled skin, or the tremble I felt up my spine when he leaned closer.
His hand traveled down to the gun and I heard the click.
"Make sure to always take the safety off, Tiger." And he was out the window behind the others, leaving me standing there with my hand on my cheek, still warm from his hand.