Disclaimer: I don't own anyone, other than Brielle.
Rated: M
Warnings: Slash, Het, Stripping, Exotic Dancing, Non-Con, Domestic Violence, Child Abuse, etc.
A few minutes later, the doctor and a few nurses came back to wheel Brielle to the OR. If they noticed the bruise on Brielle's cheek, nobody mentioned it. Chris was thankful for that. He had to take a moment and clear his head, or else he could lose his cool entirely and cold lose all that he had worked so hard for. It may not seem like it, but he did love Brielle. After all, she was his child. Not Adam's, no. He refused to admit that she was related to that whore.
Once her bed rounded the corner and was out of Chris' line of vision, the man who had witnessed him strike Brielle came out of the shadows. His name was Officer Ryan Reeves and he worked for the FBI in the missing persons division, but more specifically, he searched for children that had been kidnapped with malicious intent. It had been suspicious to him that Chris received the court order to take Brielle away from Adam when there had been no reported abuse before.
"Mr. Irvine?" Ryan walked over to him and showed him his badge. To say that all of the color drained out of his face would have been an understatement. He looked like he was about to be sick. "My name is Officer Reeves. I'm with the FBI."
Chris swallowed hard and decided to play it cool. "That's nice, officer. Was there something specific that you wanted to talk with me about?" A brief, curt nod. "What can I do for you?"
"I'm actually here to talk with you about your daughter, Brielle. You see, I'm with the missing persons division. I'm here to talk with you about the terms of your custody agreement." Ryan stated calmly.
Chris raised an eyebrow. "If you really are with the FBI, then you would have access to all of the records. I don't understand what the problem is, sir. Brielle is my daughter."
"That's true, Mr. Irvine. But under the terms of your emergency custody agreement, you cannot take Brielle out of the country until a formal hearing between yourself and Mr. Copeland is held. You kidnapped Brielle, sir."
"What?" Chris choked on the word. He never even thought of the fact that he had kidnapped her.
"You're under arrest, Mr. Irvine. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you…"
Ryan grabbed hold of Chris' arm and yanked him out of his comfy little chair. There was an uncomfortable silence when both men noticed the blood on his hands. Chris hadn't even realized that Brielle had bled on him when he had smacked her across the face. Yanking him forward a little harder than he needed to, he secured the handcuffs around Chris' wrists and brutally shoved him forward. All the while, Chris continued to babble on like an idiot.
Ryan didn't want to listen to a word of it. He didn't honestly care. He had seen firsthand that Chris was an abusive bastard. He doubted that Adam had ever laid a hand on that child. The only one who had ever hurt her was Chris. And Chris had most likely hurt Adam too. But that was only speculation. Ryan had more evidence to pin on Chris that was concrete, but he could use the alleged abuse against Adam for characterization.
"You can't do this to me!" Chris struggled in Ryan's arms, but the man was much bigger than he was. "I would never lay a hand on that child! It was her stupid whore of a mother that did this to her!"
Ryan had to resist the urge to smack him across the face. He didn't want the case to be thrown out because he had assaulted the criminal. "I also have proof that you tried to kill Mark and Hunter Calloway."
"I would never -," but Ryan cut him off this time, because he honestly couldn't hear another word from his mouth.
"Do you realize that they have a five-year-old daughter? She could lose her mother because you had to be a sick, twisted bastard and stick your finger in his wound. He's bleeding internally now." Ryan hissed.
"Do I look like I care?" Chris hissed back. And then, after a momentary pause, spat in Ryan's face.
That was it. Ryan took Chris by the hair and bashed his face into the wall. "Behave, before I do something I'll regret."
"Is that a threat?" Chris smiled lecherously.
But Ryan's smile was darker, more sinister. "No." He leaned in until Chris could feel his breath on his neck. "It's a promise. You've crossed the line this time, Chris. It's time to pay the piper."
Without another word between them, Ryan yanked him away from the wall and forced him out into the hallway. It was as if the tension had been broken and a new light was shed on that room. Ryan shoved Chris into the back of his cruiser and slammed the door so hard that Chris' body trembled. Or maybe it was from fear. Ryan didn't know and, to be honest, he didn't care. He had saved that little girl from her abusive father. His mission was successful.
"You seem tense. Got something on your mind?" Adam asked. It seemed odd that he would ask that, considering the somewhat awkward conversation that they had had a few minutes earlier.
"I was just wondering… I don't want to push my luck or anything, because I'm happy with what we have now. I was just wondering why you trust me so much. I mean, we barely know each other." Randy said.
"That's true." Adam nodded. He took a sip of his coffee. "I think that it might be due to the fact that, in some twisted way, we're both kinda in the same boat. You have a little girl. You love her more than life itself."
Randy raised one dark eyebrow. "Don't get me wrong. I do love my little girl. But how does that make me trustworthy?"
Adam stared into his coffee. "Because I know what it means to raise a child on your own. It's difficult. It's so, so difficult. It takes a real man to not walk away. Not like Chris. I guess that's why I trust you."
For a moment, silence passed on between them. "You know what?"
Adam blinked at him. "What?"
"You're really cute when you're all pensive like that."
Adam blushed darkly and tried to hide behind his hair. It didn't work out too well because it wasn't as long as it used to be, but Randy couldn't help but think he was so cute when he was embarrassed. "Randy…"
"Hmm?" Randy found that he had been staring at Adam's lips for a few seconds too long and allowed his eyes to flicker up to meet Adam's. "Do you know what I want to do right now, Adam?"
Adam shook his head, even though he was fairly certain that he knew exactly what it was that Randy wanted to do. His blush darkened. "What?"
"I want to kiss you goodnight." It was only then that he realized that they had spent all day together, which they had been doing more and more recently. "Will you let me kiss you goodnight?"
Adam stared at him adoringly, innocently, and nodded vacantly. "Yes." He whispered.
Randy leaned forward and gently pressed his lips to Adam's, not wanting to scare Adam off before he had this one chance to feel Adam's body gently pressed against his. There was nothing really erotic about the way that they held each other. It was merely an attempt to form a connection, two broken souls searching for each other in nothingness. Adam had been raped and had lost his daughter, Randy had lost his wife. It seemed superficial to compare them, but still…
When Adam's hands slowly started to inch up his chest, Randy was barely able to contain a shudder. Gently, he lost his hands in Adam's loose blond locks. The kiss continued, gaining a little more heat as Randy's tongue gently brushed over Adam's bottom lip. Hesitating, but only for a moment, Adam opened his mouth and allowed Randy's tongue to slide inside. He moaned when Randy's tongue caressed his own. Randy held him a little tighter and he didn't object.
Not wanting to draw back, but not wanting to push too much on Adam before he was ready, Randy drew back. He whispered a brief 'goodbye' to Adam, before he hurried out the door and into the brisk night. Adam watched him leave, his hazel eyes blown wide. And then, unbidden, the tears started to fall. For the first time since he could remember, he felt loved and wanted. He didn't want it to ever end.
And then, he realized what he had to do. He had to call his mother.