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Chapter 28
Catherine's eyes swooped over Richard and then over her daughter and the position they were in. Camille was straddling Richard and both of her legs were bare because her dress had ridden up. Her arms were around him and it looked like she was hugging him tightly. She looked up at Nick who was standing beside her, taking in the scene silently.
"Did Kris do this?!" Catherine asked incredulously with big eyes. "She sure likes her compromising positions," she commented dryly when she saw that her daughter and the stiff English man she was always fighting with, but secretly very close to, were shackled to the prison bars and had nowhere to go.
Richard flushed and even Camille started to blush.
"Maman, quickly!" Camille pleaded as her mother ran towards Camille's and Richard's joined hands behind his back.
Nick clenched his teeth at that as his nostrils flared and his face muscles grew tense. He remembered the position Catherine had found him in AND had to get him out of. He wished that she wouldn't tell, but somehow he had the feeling his wish wouldn't come true. He felt humiliated and hurt. Kris had betrayed him and captured him. And to top that, someone else had been witness of that. Not to mention the fact that Catherine had actually opened the door and ran into Kris and him earlier which could also be a point of shame. He knew he had to sharewhat had happened between Kris and him with the police team later anyway. But he dreaded that moment, and wanted to postpone it as long as possible.
"Kris went to the party to get the diamonds," Camille explained as her eyes followed Nick with suspicion.
Catherine took a folding jack-knife from Nick to cut the tie wraps between Richard and Camille's cuffs.
"What?! Alone?!" Nick uttered in shock as he froze in his steps. That was extremely dangerous! She might even get killed! "Why would she take a risk like that?" He blurted out worriedly. She usually wasn't that stupid and careless.
"If you hurry, we can go and ask her," Camille snapped as she gave Nick a glare.
"Keys, we need the keys. Mon Dieu. How to find them in such a large building?" Catherine commented. That was like looking for a needle in a haystack!
"They're here," Nick told them when he saw the keys lying on Richard's desk, in plain view. Strange. He threw them at Catherine who caught them easily and squatted behind Richard to open the cuffs swiftly.
"What happened to you?" Richard asked Nick when Camille stepped away from him instantly. He felt a big loss and missed her immediately. Even under these circumstances.
Camille caressed the now tender skin on her wrists as she tried to read Nick. She stretched her painfully cramped legs.
"Kris caught me by surprise in Camille's room," Nick admitted.
Camille walked towards Nick angrily, "Are you sure about that?" Her nostrils flared as she looked up at the tall man, "How do we know you're not working together with her?"
Nick's jaws worked overtime as he looked down at the smaller woman, "Are you suggesting that I'm a criminal?"
Camille put her hands on her hips as she gave him a hard stare.
"Believe me, he couldn't get away," Catherine interrupted when she finished loosening Richard.
Richard straightened himself on the ground. That was quite painful, being in the same position for hours. He tried to get some life back in his legs.
"Yes, I am suggesting that," Camille snapped fiercely as her eyes didn't leave Nick's. Why should she trust him?! If she couldn't even trust her best friend. The whole story behind them was weird, him coming to Saint Marie just like that? For Kris? There had to be more behind that.
"Camille, calm down," Catherine told her daughter. She cleared her throat. "I assure you, Nick couldn't get away. I had to..." She looked up at Nick. How to explain this? "Help him." She sported a small grin. She remembered vividly; and somewhat fondly how she had found the young, attractive man. This wasn't the moment to go deeper into that.
Camille turned around and looked at her mother.
Richard finally came to a standing position and moved his legs a bit. At least everything was still working... So it seemed.
Catherine was still looking up at Nick and felt pity for him. If Kris worked together with him, she would have never left him like that. It was just a coincidence that she had found him, so to speak. Otherwise, he would have only been discovered the next morning. Much later then the discovery of the sleeping Police Station Residents over here probably... "There was no way he could have gotten out of those cuffs if I hadn't found him. It's the truth Camille."
Camille raised her eyebrow at that as she looked at Nick again, "So Kris is in on this alone?!"
"I have no idea what's going on. I swear. But she went to the party you say?" Nick asked as he looked at both Camille and Richard.
"She didn't tell you anything?" Richard asked surprised. She had told him lots. Too much, to be honest. Things, that shouldn't be repeated for that matter... Or heard by someone else. Especially not by Camille...
"No," Nick answered shortly.
"If you are in on this..." Camille threatened as she gave him a warning look and pointed a finger at his chest threateningly, "I'm coming for you."
Nick looked wordlessly at Camille and then at Richard.
"We need to leave, maybe we can still catch Kris at the party!" Richard uttered quickly as he took his jacket off the floor.
"What about them?" Catherine asked as she looked at Fidel and Dwayne and then at her daughter.
"They will be asleep for a long time. They drank everything." Camille answered chagrined.
Party, room with the vault
Kris bent to get her waistcoat from the ground as the door opened.
Nick was standing in the door opening. "Nick?" She uttered shocked. Her mouth fell open. This was not the plan! She felt something drop in her chest. She could almost cry. After all of her hard work. She had gotten so far this evening. She even managed to get the diamonds, something she had doubted with all the hurdles she had to take this evening, all the people she had to manipulate and hurt. She swallowed. Her throat went dry. She couldn't let Nick ruin her plans. Not now. Not in the last phase! She was so close! So utterly close. Her nostrils flared as she thought that she had to try everything she could. Everything to get rid of him. She could read his face easily. It was going to be difficult, if not impossible. She had already betrayed him earlier, she wouldn't succeed a second time, would she? She had to throw in everything she had. Everything she could.
Nick's eyes went from her face to her black lace bra. She was wearing the black silken trousers from the waitress costume.
Kris sighed annoyed as she put her waistcoat over her bra. "You got out of those cuffs fast." She eyed him up and down. "Bravo! Is that something you practiced before?"
"You're under arrest," Nick said with venom in his voice as he saw the bloodied bandage in her side, and the blue tape she had wrapped around her entire mid section. No doubt to hide the diamonds in. Very smart.
Kris huffed, "In your dreams." She slipped her arms in the black waist coat fluidly. "Go away Nick. Please. I don't want to hurt you," she warned.
It almost sounded like begging to him. Could that be true? Did he pick up a tremor in her voice? Just a little one? Or was that just wishful thinking? "So you really did it," Nick concluded with disappointment as he looked at the vault. All this time he had hoped that he'd been wrong. But he wasn't. She really was stealing the diamonds.
"I kept you alive Nick. Don't stand in my way a second time." Her voice sounded mechanical.
He saw two feet sticking out from behind the desk. A body. He swallowed. Did she really kill someone? Would she step over that line? He could feel pain in his chest. A feeling of loss. He could never get her back like she had been before she went all crazy and criminal, if she'd killed someone. "Did you kill him?" he asked carefully, dreading the answer.
Kris fumbled with a button on her waistcoat as she looked at the man beside her feet with disinterest. "You should check that," she proposed dryly, in a flat voice. "You're here alone Nick? Or did you bring along those other misfits from that so-called laughable Police Station?"
He didn't recognize her eyes. They were hard and cold. Her whole face stood cold, like stone. He'd never seen her like this before. Ever. "What happened to you? I don't know you like this," he uttered as he walked around the desk towards her.
She walked the other way as she buttoned up her waistcoat further. Keeping enough distance between them.
"No use in resisting me, Kris. You know that I'm stronger." Nick eyed her every move. She wasn't getting away this time...
Kris huffed as she'd finished buttoning up her waistcoat. There was no sign of the tape she had plastered underneath her bra against her skin. Such a good hiding place.
"I don't want to hurt you. We sparred enough times for you to know that I can take you," Nick warned her.
"Oh, you can take me all right," she said in a sultry voice as she sat down on the desk with her legs wide apart. She looked at him innocently. Her gaze went lazily to his trousers.
Nick uttered a mocking sound as he took his cuffs from his pocket, "That's not going to work again. I'm not that stupid. I was stupid this afternoon, but I've learned since then." He shook his head sadly. That he had even fallen for that! For her seducing him. He swallowed away the hurt that stabbed in his chest.
Kris bit her lip seductively as she moved back on the desk and spread her legs further. She put her high heels flat on the desk now. "You've always wanted me, didn't you?" She eyed him.
"You're right about that: I want you; I want you in jail." He bent towards her to get the cuff around her small wrist as she wrapped her long legs around his mid-section in a fluent motion.
Nick gasped. "Kris! Stop this shit!" he ordered as he tried to get her wrist but they both fell down, flat on the desk. He exhaled sharply when he had her pinned to the desk. His upper body was pressed hard against hers. He could feel her chest rising and falling underneath him.
"Enjoying yourself?" she asked hoarsely. "Show me what you can do," she whispered as she blew warm breath against his ear.
"I'm warning you," Nick snapped as he straightened himself, taking Kris with him who had lodged herself to him like glue. It felt like the evening she had been drunk, was that only yesterday? But this time she had really lost her mind and was the enemy, sadly enough. "If you think I'm going to fall for your sad and kitsch seduction techniques again... You're very wrong." He bit at her. She was mocking him now.
"Again is the right word here. You did fall for it, didn't you? How pathetic." She smiled meanly.
Her words hurt him like a sucker punch in his stomach. He groaned the moment she closed the gap between their hips and pushed herself fully against him, legs wrapped around him, arms wrapped around him.
"Are you sure?" She whispered hoarsely in his ear.
Nick tried to loosen himself but she was everywhere. "Kris!" He uttered. What the hell was she doing?! He couldn't even move like this because she was wrapped around him like a second skin.
"You really turn me on so much," she whispered in his ear.
"Shut the hell up!" Nick barked fiercely as he finally managed to click one cuff around her slender wrist. "I warned you. I'm getting rough now." He needed to hurt her. Otherwise he wouldn't manage to get her arrested. He didn't want to hurt her. Everything in him screamed no, he couldn't hurt her. He just couldn't. But he should.
"O yes! Get rough, Nick! I love rough!"
He grabbed her upper legs to loosen them from his waist and gave her a wide eyed look of horror when he couldn't. The grip she had on him felt like steel.
"That's the result of riding horses half of my life," she told him slyly as two dark cold eyes stared at him with no feeling at all.
She was playing him again and he hated it. The second time around. He grabbed her hair to pull her head backwards as he slammed her into the wall. Before she could restore herself he twisted away from her deathlike grip and when her legs lost grip around him too he could turn her easily. He pushed her chest into the wall as he twisted her arm painfully behind her back. He could play this game too.
Kris gave a short yelp of pain. "You want me from behind?" she asked, out of breath.
"I wouldn't even want you if someone paid me a million for it," Nick snarled as he grabbed her to put the other cuff around her wrist when she planted her long stiletto heel right on his foot. He shouted in pain and let go of her wrists immediately. She moved past him and he managed to get a hold of her waistcoat when she opened the door. They stumbled into the hallway together. She suddenly went to the ground with full force, surprising him.
His ears hurt when she began to scream so loud that he thought his head would explode where he was lying on top of her on the ground.
"HELP! HELP!" Kris screamed in agony.
Shock and alarm went through Nick. Had he broken her arm by accident? Was that why she was screaming like that?!
Kris tried to turn underneath him. "HE'S RAPING ME!" She shouted as she swiftly flipped open the buttons of her waistcoat with her free hand.
Nick's mouth fell open, he couldn't think fast enough to register what she was doing, or to comprehend it. He did understand, but couldn't believe that she would pull something like this!
She showed her bra and the swell of her breasts.
"What the hell?!" Nick uttered as he looked from her deep cleavage to the two men that came running towards them fast.
"Jimmy, help!" she screeched in panick as she began to cry loud. "He tried to rape me! HELP ME, PLEASEEEEE." She screamed in horror, playing the damsel in distress ever so easily.
"What?! No, I-" Nick had to let go of her to block the security baton that one of the guards hurled at his upper body.
"You sick son of a bitch!" The other guard yelled with venom as he saw the young frightened woman.
Kris stood up as she shivered visibly. She fell against the wall helplessly and turned her back to lean against it for support. There were even tears on her cheeks.
"I'll show you what we do with men like you!" Jimmy shouted as he kicked Nick in his ribs.
Nick had to fight the two men off and tried to register what was happening. Even he almost believed that Kris had been molested!
Kris leaned against the wall dramatically. She was still crying out loud, a look of horror in her eyes. She held onto the wall with her hands like she couldn't hold herself anymore.
Nick was still too busy fending off the two attackers as Kris moved away and began to run.
"I'm a cop!" Nick yelled as he wanted to run after her but one of the guards grabbed him by his jacket and the other hit him in his face. He groaned in pain and lost his balance as he fell against the wall.
"Yeah, and I'm the Queen of England! You filthy piece of trash!" The guard growled as he kicked Nick again.
Blood spattered on the ground when the other guard hit him in his facen.
Nick fell sideways on the hard ground.
There was no trace of Kris anymore...
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Oh Ooooo... Action, action. I hope I managed to do the action scenes a bit. It's a bit new for me... There's still some action to come in the next chapter! Hope you liked it. Wish you all the health and love in the world!