I knock over and over again on his door, completely breathless. Finally, I release a sigh of relief as I hear the door unlock.
Tristan, looking shocked as hell, is standing in the threshold, still dressed in the grey suit I saw him in earlier.
"Genevieve... You can't be here."
"Tristan, you can't do this- you can't-"
He opens the door further and I fall back a step, seeing four cops in his living room. They see me standing there and straighten as if being caught doing something unsuitable.
"Maddox, you didn't say she was going to be here."
I immediately look up at Tristan, unsure as to what the hell is going on.
"I didn't know."
The cop sighs, resting his hands on his hips. "Well, she's seen us. Bring her in the guest room. She can't be out in the open."
Tristan looks down at me and reaches for my hand but I pull it away from him.
"Tristan, what the hell is going on?"
His face tightens in warning and when he rests his hand on my back, guiding me towards the guest room, I don't fight. As soon as were alone, he sighs, running a frustrated hand over his face.
"I'm going to get Casey to confess about knowing about my father and the blackmail. These police officers will be on the balcony- I've got a wire on."
He lifts his jacket in the back and I stare at the device attached to his clothes. I shake my head, looking up at him in dismay. He touches my face, gazing over my features. How could he do this to his father?
"This is for us, Genevieve."
I open my mouth but nothing comes out.
"I need you to stay in here... Do not come out no matter what. I need her confession... Okay?"
Holy crap. I nod, licking my lips nervously. "O-Okay."
He turns, grabbing the door. As soon as he shuts it, I sit on the bed, flabbergasted... I can't believe he did this.
I look around the room, seeing many of his belongings in here. I smell his cologne and I know for sure he has actually been living in this room.
I feel my blood begin to race as I think about the fact that all this shit may be over soon.
As the time ticks by, I hear the room slowly grow empty. I don't hear the men or their equipment anymore so I have to infer that Tristan is in there alone now.
And as I hear the door unlock, I do believe I stop breathing for a good couple seconds.
Her ever-annoying voice sounds loud through the foyer. "I'm home!"
I don't hear Tristan. I sit quietly, waiting.
"Tristan... What's wrong now?"
"I'm not going to do this anymore, Casey."
"... Do what?"
"This. This fucking game you've been playing."
She chuckles. She actually chuckles. "Oh, come on... You're being ridiculous."
"No, I'm not. I'm not doing this anymore."
"Then you know what I'll do."
"And what is that?"
Here it is.
I don't hear her answer and I bite my lip hard. Damn it... Answer him!
"Casey, this isn't going to make me love you! You've been blackmailing me for weeks. You went at this all wrong. You know how much I love my father."
"Well, you won't realize that I love you more than her! Tristan, come on! You still haven't realized what you have! I'm famous- there are so many men that would line up to take your place! I chose you!"
His voice crackles with fury. "I don't want you."
"No, I don't want you, plain and simple... I'm in love with Genevieve, Casey."
I hear things being moved around.
"No, you're not. You barely know her!"
"... I actually know her well."
I imagine her face in that moment and feel a chill run down my spine. "You've been going behind my back, haven't you? Jesus Christ... Don't tempt me, Tristan! The information I have will put your father away forever... Accomplice to murder is a done deal and I won't hesitate to give this to the police! I can't lose you!"
My eyes widen like saucers. Murder? Tristan doesn't answer for a while and I twist my hands together nervously.
"I'm sorry it had to come to this."
I hear the sliding door of the balcony open and she gasps in horror.
"What the hell is this?"
The officers voice booms through the living room. "You have the right to remain silent. Everything that you say can and will be held against you in a-"
"What the fuck? You can't arrest me! What's my charge? What's my fucking charge?"
I hear a different voice. "Obstruction of Justice and Extortion, ma'am."
"Are you fucking kidding me? You're a goddamn piece of shit, Tristan! You're going to jail too! You knew about him too!"
"No, I'm not," Tristan utters. "I turned him in."
She begins crying profusely. "I love you, Tristan! All I've ever done is love you!"
"You need fucking help, Casey... Serious help."
"You're going to regret this! You love me!"
Her sobs slowly disappear until she's gone completely. I hear men still in the room with Tristan, taking off his wire.
For some strange reason, my hands are shaking in my lap.
"Thank you for cooperating, Mr. Maddox. You did a good thing, turning him in. That case has been open for fifteen years... It will be good to close it... I know it must have been hard-"
"My father is a good man... He's a different man now."
"Well if that's true, unfortunately, our pasts have a way of coming back to bite us in the ass."
"Yeah... So, I'm good?"
"Yeah, you're good."
"When is his court hearing? Will I be able to release him on bond until then?"
I hear a grunt from the officer. "There's no bond, Mr. Maddox and your lawyer will be in contact with you... to let you know when the date is set... Also, Miss Harding is not allowed to speak about what happened here. As far as everyone knows, she was not here for this."
"Of course, officer."
"We'll be in touch in a few hours."
I hear the door close and it's suddenly quiet. My heart is thumping through my chest. My door opens within seconds and Tristan appears, looking shaken.
I stare at him, unable to move. Unable to comprehend what just happened... What he just did...
He exhales, shakily. "It's done."
YOU ARE READING
What do you do when disaster strikes? You survive. On the night before her entire life changes, Genevieve Harding was walking along the shoreline with a man she'd only just met. Tristan Maddox. A man who grazed the pages of the magazines and newspa...