"No word yet, on who shot into the office of Doctor Mitchell but we have been told it was more than one person. Two people were injured, non-life threatening injuries, and the police department have started an investigation. We will keep you updated on this when we hear more. Back to you Mitch." I continued looking up at the huge 60 inch flat screen TV and tried to make sense of the day I've had. Getting a call that my fiancé was at the scene of a shootout made me second guess myself, and every decision I've made up to that point. James could have been shot and killed. So could have Logan, but he wasn't really on my radar. Logan was upset, but he didn't really have any ground to stand on, because he had no idea why David De Luca came to his office and threatened his life. He probably had no idea that the man who threatened him, and shot up his office, was one of the biggest crime bosses west of New York. And if I had my way, he never would. That was one of those decisions I was second guessing. If I had told Logan about De Luca, and warned him he might try to counter attack, maybe Logan wouldn't have been at his office, and then James wouldn't have gone. No one would have been hurt and I could fall asleep a hell of a lot easier than I was. But then again…once a mobster, always a mobster. If David knew I was involved, and he did since he brought it up with James, he wasn't going to go easy on Logan. In fact the only way I saw it was I put a bullet between David's eyes, or he puts one between mine.
"Hey…" I remained sitting up on the couch, hunched over my open laptop, elbows on my knees, clasped together. I felt his warm hand grasp the back of my neck and he rubbed gently. I felt him sit on the arm of the couch next to me, and he put his bare feet on my leg. His other hand started at my shoulder and it dragged down very slowly down my arm. "I just talked to my principal. I guess he saw it on the news…he gave me the week off. He said even if he has to substitute, he wanted me to get better." I turned my head slowly and stared at his bare chest. I looked down just a little and saw the white wrap Logan had put on today and felt my entire world shake. James was shot at today, and was actually hit. And it was my fault. I would never, ever be able to forget this, or forgive myself. "I'm actually pretty happy about that. I can't stop seeing his face." I turned my head back to the TV and watched as the newscasters talked about sports highlights. "You never told me who he is."
"There is a reason for that." He sighed, while sliding down in the small space between me and the arm of the couch and one of his legs, wrapped around my back, while the other pushed into my arm. "You should be resting." I couldn't look at him and I know it was going to piss him off. Maybe if we fought, he would storm off, and force me to sleep out here, so I wouldn't have to look at him. It hurt too much. I've never worked a case where it hit so close to home. So I didn't know how to handle it, except to push him away and work on my emotions.
"I don't want to be alone Kendall." I looked down at my laptop, which was now black from being idle. "How bad could he be if you can't even tell me."
"First of all, that's my job. I can't tell you everything about it." He sighed, and I swear I heard his eyes roll, but I continued on. "Second if I were to tell you, you would give me the same speech about how you want me to quit. I just don't want to deal with that right now. And third you hate hearing, or seeing anything about my job. What's different now?"
"The man shot me." I clenched my fists and looked back up to the TV. "How about I just look through your stuff and find out myself?" This made my head snap back to him fast. His eyes were red, from being tired, and crying, and his hair was a mess. Probably from tossing and turning. "Don't we have that relationship…were we can sneak behind each other's back, so you say, which gives me an excuse to snoop, right?" I chuckled and turned back to the TV. "Who is he?"
"No one." Any contact he had with me, vanished. I waited until he pushed himself up on the couch and got up. "And for your information when I snooped through your shit I had good reason. Do you remember Chris?"
"You're an asshole. Sleep out here for all I care." I heard his angry footsteps rush past the kitchen and all the way up the stairs. When the bedroom door slammed shut I sat back slowly and looked down at my German Shepard lying in front of the fireplace not lit. He was giving me a weird look. His tongue was hanging out and his ears were perked up, like he was ready to attack. I frowned and patted the empty space next to me. He whined quietly and laid his head down on his paws putting his ears back. He whined again and I groaned sitting, and then standing up.
"You can't bully me into doing things." Max, my dog sat up and whined again staring up at me. "He told me to sleep down here." He barked loudly and I jumped walking to him. "Shh…I'm going." I patted his head and turned off the TV and did my quick check of the downstairs. Everything was locked up and the alarm was set so I went upstairs.
I unbuttoned my white shirt as I walked up the stairs and when I got to the closed bedroom door I pushed it open, turning the handle and stepped in. James was sitting up in our huge bed, under the dark blue down comforter looking at our TV. When I walked in, and went to my side of the bed he didn't look at me or say one word. When I started to push the blankets back on the bed I saw him glance to me. I kept my hands on the blankets and locked eyes with him. "I hope you're just grabbing your pillows." I frowned standing up straight.
"I'm sorry."
"No you're not. And if you were you wouldn't have said anything. And if you cared…just a little bit, you'd talk to me about all this."
"Why do you need to know?" He opened his mouth but I raised my hand and shook my head. "Don't say its cause he shot you. That's not a good enough reason. This man…he is a bad guy. And this isn't the first time I've had to deal with him. I know exactly what he's like and if I were to ever tell you, you'd go running for the hills." James threw the remote on the bed and looked straight ahead.
"You still haven't forgiven me for what happened with Chris have you?"
"Yes I have." He laughed, lying himself down in the bed and grabbed the remote again. "I said it to piss you off. I don't want to talk to you about the case. I don't want you to know anything about this man or what he's done. I want you to stay perfect and innocent to it all. I know how scared you were today and if I can make it so you never have to face that again I will do whatever it takes."
"Oh gosh that's right…you're the big bad tough cop who never gets hurt or scared, and I'm the weak little pussy that you have to always take care of. Forgive me Kendall for forgetting my place." He sat up fast, turned off the TV and threw the remote across the room. Before it smashed into the wall he had turned over, his back to me, and was lying on his side, blankets up to his chin. I heard the remote shatter, and I looked to it. The back had fallen off and the batteries had popped out. I slowly looked back to the pissed off man lying in my bed and clenched my jaw. James and I have been known to have some intense fights. We never laid our hands on each other, but with intense fights usually came intense fucking, and I was the one who always walked away, scratched and bruised with bite marks littering my body. And normally I wouldn't initiate the sex, unlike how I was now, because I didn't know how far I could push him without him getting actually really upset. But as I walked around to his side of the bed, I could only think about how worried I was, that I was going to lose him today. And the only thing I could think of doing was showing him just how much I loved him, and didn't want to lose him. "Go away Kendall. Sleep on the couch." I slowly bent down on my knees in front of him and locked eyes with him. "Do you have a fucking hearing problem. I said leave me alone."
"David De Luca is the head of a very, organized, dangerous crime family that have been running the underground life of this city for more than 40 years. He has been accused of over 100 murders, 80 rapes and 25 terroristic acts. Not once has he been tried, or even prosecuted. The amount of crime this man has done, without the police knowing, is probably in the hundreds. He uses and abuses people and take things without asking. He is ruthless and does it all in the name of business. Now ask me why I'm telling you this?" James's mouth was hanging wide open and he slowly pushed himself up into a sitting position. I watched him the whole way as he set his hands on his lap, over the blanket. "What? You don't want to know now? Would you rather snoop through my files? How about I help you out?" I stood up fast and spun on my heels. I stormed out of the bedroom and shoved open my office door, right next to our bedroom. I flipped on the light and went to my computer desk grabbing a thick yellow folder marked Roberts/Willison. Michelle Roberts was the 19 year old stripper that was found two hours before Matt Willison, Logan's boyfriend. Both Carlos and I were convinced they were connected. But convincing the department of that would be a headache and a half. But right now, I didn't care. I stormed back into the bedroom seeing James pushing the blankets off him. When he saw me he stopped moving and swallowed hard. I opened the folder and pulled out a picture of Michelle Roberts, completely naked, bloody and bruised from head to toe. I stopped by the bed and flipped the picture to face him. He gasped out quietly and looked down at his hands. "Michelle Roberts was raped, sodomized and beaten until she couldn't scream any more for help. Her wrists and neck were sliced open draining her of her life. When they were finished with her lifeless body, they threw her in a dumpster behind a pre-school." I put the picture back in the folder and James shook his head.
"Stop."
"Why? You wanted to know, right?" I raised the bloody picture of Matt and threw it down on his lap. "I don't act tough…I don't try to over protect you because I need my ego inflated. I do it because the bad guys aren't going to stop because you don't like blood or violence. They don't care who you are, and they sure as fuck don't care that Logan loved Matt. Criminals will always be criminals. And lucky for them I'm a shitty ass cop and don't get to them, until the crime has already happened." James looked up fast and again shook his head. I bent down throwing the yellow folder onto the bed and put my hands on my knees locking eyes with him. "You don't think I ever get scared? You don't think every time I come face to face with some thug, or hood rat, I think about how it might be my very last second on this planet?" He reached out and set one hand on my face shaking his head. I could see it in his eyes. He was feeling guilty for starting a fight. And that helped me calm down but I wasn't done. "Every time I put my badge on my hip and chase down the bad guys I think about the last thing I said to you. I think about the last time I saw my sister…or my mom and how destroyed you would be if something happened to me. Why…why in the entire world would I want you to ever be exposed to that? Why in the world would you want to be?" He reached up with his free hand and set it on my neck. His hands were warm and soft. I looked down quick and breathed out hard putting my hands on the bed, instead of my knees.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to…I was just scared today. I wanted to know…" He paused and I glanced up seeing him struggling with his words. I quickly sat on the bed, throwing the papers and pictures out of my way not caring if they got ruined. His hands moved off my body and he looked down shrugging. "I'm sorry…I over reacted because I was scared shitless. I guess I just wanted closure. I wanted to know that my strong brave fiancé was going to be able to take care of him, because he's just some little man with a small dick complex." I chuckled quietly reaching out and touched his cheek with my fingertips. He rushed into my hand and closed his eyes breathing out shakily. "He's far from that, though, isn't he?" I hesitated to answer because I knew both James and I knew he was in fact far from that. But there was something else about David De Luca that I didn't know if I should tell him yet, considering how well he handled everything else. Instead I stood back up, pulled the blankets off his body, making him look up at me. His mouth dropped open just as I ripped off my unbuttoned shirt. He looked down and faster than I could comprehend his fingers were working double time to get my pants off. As soon as he got my belt undone and my zipper down I shoved him back on the bed. He simply let out a little huff as I reached down to his legs and pulled. He straightened his legs out and I aggressively yanked on his boxers. He raised his butt, making it easier for me but that was going to be the last thing I let him do.
I pulled him towards the end of the bed, just enough so his ass hung off. I put one hand outside his held while the other stroked myself. We locked eyes and he sat up on his elbows. I felt his legs hook behind my own and he pulled me closer to the bed. I leaned in just a little and brushed my lisp against his. He seemed to want to kiss me harder and deeper but I pulled away, standing. He came with me and kissed onto my hard stomach. I reached down into his nightstand and grabbed a condom from the box sitting open in the drawer. I made quick work at getting the wrapper off and while I did, James finished taking off my jeans and boxers. Except he only pushed them down to the bottom of my ass and when I lowered the condom, slipping it on my rock hard dick his hands dug into my ass cheeks making em hiss out at the momentary pain. Once I got the condom on completely I shoved him back and raised his legs. I set them outside my body on my rib cage on either side of me and started to position myself at his hole. "You have to go to work tomorrow?" He reached out and rubbed gently onto my arms as I slowly, very slowly entered him. I made an animal like growl as I pushed balls deep into him, throwing my head back. "Fuck…" I opened my eyes looking up at the ceiling feeling him grip onto my arms. I moved them up and rested them outside his body by his ribs. I rolled my head forward and looked down at him pulling out just as slow as I entered. "Do you have to work tomorrow? I'm feeling clingy."
"Only because my dick is inside you." He smirked arching his back off the bed and I leaned down, putting my lips around his left nipple. "I have to get this taken care of. I don't know how but I have to fix this." His hand moved up on my arms and all the way to my neck as I started a nice slow pace. I raised my head and hovered over him letting him run his fingers through my hair. Every time I hit inside him he moaned out, and as I went faster, and harder his moans got louder. "I love you baby. So much." He closed his eyes and turned his head to the side so I took advantage and bent down putting my lips on his neck, kissing softly. His hands ran up through my hair and I closed my eyes inhaling his scent. As I started to push harder into him making his groans more animalistic and his hands a lot rougher then they have been, I made a vow to myself to make sure that no one, especially David De Luca, ever came near the man I was inside again. And if anyone ever tried to hurt him I would kill them and make it look like fun.