"Well, well," I hear Fours voice, formerly known as Tobias Eaton. His father was the one I used to work for back when I was living in Chicago, "if it isn't the devil himself."
"Why are you bugging me on my trip, Four?"
"My father has unfinished business with you, Eric."
"I was done and over with that scene years ago, now tell me, what am I doing here?"
"Let's just say...now that you are a cop, you seem to be quite the asset to my father, he needs a window."
"No."
"Let me rephrase that," Four says, now sneering at me, "get him the window, or I will personally take your beloved Tris for myself, I will have my fun with her and there won't be a damn thing you can do about it."
"Do you realize, that I am an LAPD officer? Do you not get that? Do you realize who Tris is?"
"Yeah yeah yeah, military personel, but she's retired."
One thing he obviously didn't know was that she was going back into partial service, not active duty.
"you're threatening a cop right now, Four, do you understand that? And what's worse is you are threatening my girlfriend. If you touch her I will kill you."
"Eric, we need a fifteen minute window, that's it, then you can go back and fuck your bitch for the rest of your life."
"I told you, I am not worki for your father anymore."
"Eric! You don't just walk out of this lifestyle. You might be able to run from it, but you can't hide forever. What's worse is you should have told Tris about your past, she probably would have liked to know."
"I won't do it!"
"Then I will kill her!"
I believed Four when he said this, I believed that he was capable of doing it. The problem was what do I do?
I came to LA from Chicago partly because I had to leave this life behind, because I knew Marcus was still breathing down my neck, looking for favo s especially since I was in the police department. My demons followed me though.
"One. I will do one favor, but you leave us alone after that. You leave me alone, and you stay the hell away from Tris."
A sick smirk crossed over Four's features and he typed something on his phone before looking back at me.
"Pleasure doing business with you, Eric. We will be in touch. You're free to go."
What the fuck did I just get back into.
...
"Tris?" I walked into the dark suite and walked around, "Tris?"
I stopped and listened for any noise coming from the bathroom or bedroom.
I heard the click of a gun behind me. I closed my eyes.
"Who the fuck are you," she demanded in a low voice.
"It's me, Tris," I held up my hands slowly.
"No fucking shit, Eric, who the fuck are you?"
I sighed and turn slightly to look back at her, "please let me explain."
"Oh you're going to explain."
"Can you put the gun down," I asked in a soft voice, something about being held at gunpoint by your military girlfriend wasn't sitting well with me.
"Talk!" She shouted.
I winced slightly at the tone in her voice.
"Ok. I really am Eric Coulter. I really am a police officer. I have been for a long time. Before I joined the force I was someone else. Someone who I should have never let myself be. But the money was good, and it was a rush to get it."
"Who the hell did you work for, Eric?"
"Marcus Eaton," I sighed, "I worked for him starting when I had just turned seventeen, I had been kicked out of my parents house for doing drugs. Four and I were in the same class in high school and he offered me a job with his dad. I took it. I needed the money."
I watched as her posture relaxed slightly.
"They took me under their wing, got me into rehab and got me to the top of their chain. I was in charge of running their money, and then one day, I watched one of my best friends get killed in the street right in front of me. He got killed over a thousand dollars, Tris. And that was it. I disappeared. I got myself into school, he'll I even changed my name for a while when I was attending college to get my criminal justice degree. I joined the force and Marcus found out. He kept coming to me, asking me for favors and I couldn't get away from him. He left me a lone for nearly a year before I came to LA."
"Why are they looking for you now?"
"They need a favor."
"And you agreed."
"I didn't want to, Tris, but they have things against me now."
"What do they have against you?"
"You." I replied, dropping my hands to my sides, "you are my weakness, Tris."
"So you have just put me in danger?"
"Not on purpose."
"But you did."
"Tris, I'm sorry...I can fix this!"
"How are you going to fix it, Eric? Huh?" She dropped her gun to her side and waved her arms, "I'm as good as dead now."
"I won't let them touch you."
"You're one person, Eric, you can't protect me from a drug lord."
"You're underestimating me, Tris."
"Oh am I?" She turned around and walked towards the kitchen area, and set her gun on the counter, "I'm sorry," she whispered hanging her head and leaning her elbows on the countertop."
Silence fell between us, I cautiously made my way to stand behind her, wrapping her in my arms.
"Nothing will happen to you, Tris. I promise."
She turned her head slightly to peer back at me, "I believe you."
