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Code of Silence - 4. Chapter 4
“Kyle, talk to me, what’s the news?” I heard Nick say from the other room. He was speaking to his partner. “Coleman?” He said all of a sudden, startling me out of my thoughts. I started listening more intently. “You’re kidding. It’s been two weeks and these idiots are back at it again?” I shook my head, completely agreeing with Nick’s assertion of James as an idiot. I mean, who else would think another job would be a good idea in such a short span of time, and with all the heat they were receiving. I knew it wasn’t the other guys, they could care less. There was only one person who took a sick kind of pleasure in putting his life at constant risk–James Coleman.
When Nick entered the room I continued working on my laptop and pretending I didn’t just overhear his short conversation. He snuck up behind me and kissed my neck. “Mmm, you smell so good,” he said in my ear. I smiled.
“Sorry, I’m busy babe,” I said apologetically as he groaned with frustration.
“You better get a day off soon, or I’ll pay your boss a little work visit. Scare him with my badge,” he said and I laughed.
“Oh yeah, under what pretenses?” He thought for a second.
“Fair Labor Standards Act. It prohibits keeping employees busy at unreasonable hours.”
“That sounds made up,” I retorted and he laughed.
“Don’t worry, I’ll make it stick.” He kissed my head again and then started heading for the door.
“Hey babe,” I called after him.
“Yeah?”
“How’s that case going by the way?” He paused in his tracks.
“You have nothing to worry about, I’ll have Coleman in prison in a matter of a week.” I swallowed hard thinking of James back behind bars. The guy was an asshole, but I couldn’t just sit and do nothing.
“A new lead?” I asked pretending my best to not sound that interested.
“Better, an inside man,” he said and winked at me, then left the room as my face froze in horror. Who was the inside man? My mind spun with this new information. And another problem posed itself in my head, to tell or not to tell him? If I told, he would probably continue being an ungrateful asshole even though I would be putting my freedom on the line. And chances were, he was still going to go ahead with whatever stupid plan he had going. If I didn’t…if I didn’t then I might never see him again. And all his friends could end up in prison right beside him. Who would look after Lainey and Jess if James went to prison? I couldn’t be responsible for my goddaughter being placed in a foster home. I wrecked my brain for some solutions, but none came. I would have to wait for an opportunity.
I walked into the bathroom while Nick was showering, “Hey, I’m gonna head home. I’ve still got a lot of work to do and I don’t want to keep you up.” He peeked from behind the shower door.
“Are you sure? I don’t mind,” he said.
“Yeah, I concentrate better alone. But I’ll see you tomorrow,” I said and made my way out. My mind spun with a million thoughts as I entered my apartment and threw my keys on the table. I felt guilty for what I’d been doing to Nick. Not only did I physically cheat on him, but I also sabotaged his work, put him in danger by revealing information to his enemy. What kind of a person did that? And for what? Just so I could keep someone out of prison, when clearly, they couldn’t wait to get back there. If there was such a thing as unconditional love then this must have been it, because I sure was not getting anything out of the equation.
I sighed and started making myself some chamomile tea. I needed to relax and focus my energy on figuring out how to deal with this crap. I brought the hot cup to my bedroom and went to take a quick bath. When I got back the light in my room was off, when I was sure I left it on. But I thought nothing of it as I took off my robe and put on some sleeping shorts and a cotton tank top. All of a sudden, I felt a hand cover my mouth. Panic swept through my body and my heart jumped into my throat as I tried to pry it off.
“Calm down, it’s me,” he said into my ear in his hoarse voice. My body slowly relaxed as I realized it wasn’t some crazy pervert off the street. He removed his hand.
“What the fuck?” I asked, annoyed.
“Hi to you too, sweetheart,” he replied. I could smell the booze on his breath.
“You’re drunk,” I stated. “Shit! The tracking device,” I blurted out.
“Calm down, I took a different car,” he said irritated. I nodded my head.
“I need to tell you something,” I said.
“What?”
“Somebody’s been talking to the FBI.” He looked at me for a while.
“Who?” He asked.
“I don’t know, but they’re onto your next plan, whatever that is,” I said. James appeared to be in deep thought for a while.
“Thanks for telling me,” he said, taking me completely off guard. I didn’t expect niceness.
“Yeah, of course,” I mumbled back. He came closer to me, making my heart beat like crazy once again. I was surprised he couldn’t hear it thudding through my chest. His lips were inches away, his face, his arms, everything about him excited me. He was the complete opposite of Nick, who was clean shaven, put together, and got a haircut every two weeks. James was a hot mess of masculinity, and I couldn’t help but want him. He was the epitome of a bad boy, impossible to resist. But he was also a part of me, in a native way that Nick would never be able to understand. We came from the same town and grew up in the same nightmares. We knew each other.
He put his hands on my hips, and pressed his forehead to mine.
“You reek like a bar,” I whispered, trying to get my mind off the intoxicating situation.
“No talking,” he said and forced his lips on mine. I parted my lips, allowing his tongue to explore my wanting mouth. We stumbled toward the bed, his hands roughly touching every inch of my skin. I felt myself already dripping precum as he groped my behind and kissed me with so much need. In that moment, I could have given him anything he wanted. In that moment nothing else existed. He groaned into my mouth as I pressed my hand against the bulge in his pants. We fell onto the bed, ripped off pieces of each other’s clothing, like mad people. I felt him push into me with desperation and an insatiable need. I moaned and he made a primal sound as our bodies connected for the second time that week. He slid in and out of me with ease, as my body was completely ready for him, somehow falling right back into our old pattern, as if no time has passed. We pushed and grinded and groped until we both reached climax, at which point his body slumped on top of mine like the weight of the world. I held him inside of me and put my arms around his broad back. And for the first time in years I felt like I was home. But all of a sudden he seemed to realize where he was and what he had been doing, and he quickly got up and started putting on his clothes. I rolled my eyes.
“James,” I said, trying to convey how ridiculous he was being with my tone. He looked at me as he zipped up his pants. “Stay,” I asked him. He didn’t answer me but continued putting on his clothes. “Come on, this is ridiculous. You’re being irrational,” I said.
“I need you to find out who’s talking to the feds,” he said.
“What?”
“You heard me.”
“How exactly am I supposed to do that?” I asked, confused.
“Find a way, I need to know for sure.”
“So you’re asking me to do this for you, but you won’t stay?”
“I can’t stay!” He yelled at me all of a sudden. “Okay? I can’t fucking stay. I can’t stay. I loved you!” He yelled, out of control.
“I loved you too,” I replied, tears forming in my eyes.
“No, you never loved me, you’re cold hearted,” he spat out.
“You know that’s not true. You were my first boyfriend, my everything. I loved you so much it hurt.” All of a sudden he seemed to sober up.
“I need to go. Find out who it is and we’ll be even,” he said and walked out.
“Coleman!” I yelled after him, but silence was my only answer.
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