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Well its been a while-i know. i could make a bunch of excuses but i much rather you just get to the strory quicker :)
This one has POV switch-at least two times so look of for it. I hope its ok and Sorry for any mistakes
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Yolie
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The drive back to Eric’s house seemed to go on forever, it shouldn’t have been this difficult-I knew the way there by now, but flashes of Lee’s death kept playing in the back of my head; and now with all the adrenaline drained out of my system the realization began to really sink in and my nerves were pretty much shot. I felt the need to close my eyes and will away the headache I could feel coming on. At the next stoplight I took the opportunity-trying to use calming breaths to relax, suddenly a loud and annoyingly so car horn blared behind me-causing me to jolt up, causing my car to stall. When my senses came back quickly to the present and restarted my car, moving off with more than enough speed almost causing me to hit into the back of Eric’s SUV.
I noticed Eric car pulling over to the side of the road, I followed suit and pulled off the road behind them. I sat there for about two minutes with the engine idling, I was about to pick up my phone to call and ask what was wrong. But then the driver’s side opened revealing a tall, dark haired guy, he was a looker, one that I immediately recognized he was in the elevator too with Eric. Did he know who I was when he saw me? Was he the one who made Eric turn back? He moved towards the driver’s side of my car-as he walked I took in his physique-he wasn’t as tall as Eric or maybe just about, he also wasn’t covered in muscles as the rest seemed to be-actually looking closing at him-he looked hardly threatening. As he reached my door he lightly tapped on the window, instructing me to wind it down.
“Are you alright?” he asked.
“Yeah, I’m ok…” I answered but I know I didn’t sound convincing.
“Move over.” he said while opening my car door. I didn’t argue-I didn’t have the strength to put up a fight-I accepted the fact that I was a Damsel in distress. I slid over to the passenger side and buckled myself in. “The name is Smith.” he looked over to me with a smile.
“Rachelle.” I tried to return his smile-surprisingly it wasn’t as hard as I thought it would be-I seemed to relax a little bit. He started to make small talk in efforts to relax me even further. It was good for a temporary distraction but I couldn’t release Lee’s pale, dying face from the forefront of my mind.
“Rachelle…Rachelle…?” I looked over to Smith and saw a look of deep concerned in his eyes. “Are you ok-you look like you might throw-up and I can pull over if you like?” I didn’t respond just shook my head no. “I know you probably don’t, but still I have to ask…do you want to talk about it?”
“He’s gone…” I breathed out. “No matter what I do, or say that wont change. He died protecting me-I only knew him for a short time maybe even less and he died for me.” I felt the tears that have been burning to get out run down my cheeks. I quickly wiped them away with the back of my hands and pressed my head on the cold window, releasing a rather ragged breath-that sounded more like a sob.
“I knew Lee, he was a great man, great judge of character-and he never does anything without purpose. It’s a terrible thing that he is no longer with us-but him sacrificing himself for you had a purpose. What that is-I don’t know but I know that he would not want you to sit down and blame yourself for it. He chose to do this for you-it meant that you obviously meant something to him too. Honour his memory instead of mourning his death.”
I looked over to the man call Smith and I tried to figure him out-he definetly did not not fit the stereotype of a gang member or body guard for that matter. He didn’t say anything after that, he just kept driving.
“Are you Eric’s bodyguard?” I asked after a little while.
“Yes. I am.” he replied.
“Hmm. Forgive me but you don’t look like much.” He laughed at that and I mean really laughed-as though if he wouldn’t have been driving he’d be rolling on the floor. The tension lighten and I couldn’t hold back the smile that pierced my lips.
“I know I don’t look like much-but looks can be deceiving.” He said after he caught his breath. “But I think you know all about that.” he threw me a wink, what was that suppose to mean. He must have noticed my puzzled look and continued. “I was there that first night you came by the house. You are not one to roll over easy. You walked into that room like you owned it and everyone in it. You were clearly completely out of your element but you didn’t let that bother you-or you were really good at masking it.” he said with a smirked.
I knew he was referring to the night that I made an impromptu trip to find Ryan and instead I found myself in the room with some of the worse kind of people- not excluding Max. I looked over to him and shrugged, which made him laugh a little more.
“Don’t be so modest-you have more guts that a lot of people I’ve met-you didn’t back down and held your own-it was impressive and I don’t just mean for a girl.” he looked at me and winked again. “And then there’s tonight. You’re the one walking away alive, Max is not an easy contender- I would know but here you are alive and breathing-with a few bumps and scratches-that says a lot on its own.”
“I had help.” not wanting to dismiss Lee, he had saved my life even if I was the one pulled the trigger on Max-and that fact remained-he came when I needed someone.
“That you did-but don’t sell yourself short, I’m sure your quite the bad-ass. Maybe I’ll see you in action one day.”
“Yeah, maybe if Eric doesn’t have my head.” I managed a light chuckle.
“I wouldn’t worry too much about him. Naturally, he’s pissed he lost two more people tonight and Lee was like a father to Eric, but he loves you-he won’t or rather he can’t stay mad at you.” I couldn’t help but smile a little-Eric loves me. He never said the actual words to me but Smith assumption was enough to warm my heart. I knew I was in love with Eric but I never focused so much on him returning the same level of feelings.
“We’ll see.” was the response I could manage at that point. Smith and I fell into a comfortable silence after that. I still felt the tears stinging my eyes but I felt better.
“Thank you.” I said to Smith when he pulled into the garage and killed the engine. He gave me a curt nod and got out of the car.
I made no movement to get out of the car as I watched as Smith had a brief exchange with Eric and handed him my car keys then turned into the house leaving Eric and I alone. I sat for a bit longer watching Eric intently through the windscreen-his shoulders slump and slightly shaking his head. I knew what was coming-he was going to push me away again. I sighed and opened the car door, ready to get this over with. I closed the car door with a little more force than needed-my anger was slowly coming back.
“What happened?” he asked.
Eric POV
I looked back into the traffic to make sure she was still following. I could ever so slightly catch a glimpse of her whenever she slowed near a street lamp. She stilled look beautiful, sad and definitely tired too but in my eyes she could never look anything but beautiful. I heard Smith clear his throat, “Are you sure she’s ok back there? I’ve noticed she’s swerving a bit also-maybe one of us should drive her car.”
“Yeah, that’s probably a good I idea.” I agreed with him. Of course she would be distraught after everything tonight-I was surprised how she seem to be so in control back at the penthouse. Even though she was annoying the hell out of me insisting to get the police involved, which will come back and bite me in the ass again of that I’m sure. Though I couldn’t help but admire he determination-I felt proud to call her my…my what exactly. I wasn’t sure how to finish that sentence.
“Would you like me to do drive her or…” Smith asked. I decided to let him drive her back- I needed more time to think about what I was going to say to her-and I had a feeling that I would be getting a phone call about this evening events, the moment I had this thought my phone began to vibrate. I nodded to Smith to go back and sort her out while I accepted my incoming call.
“I want an explanation.” Not even a ‘hello’ from the son of bitch.
“There isn’t much to explain-Max is dead.” I stated abruptly.
“Don’t fuck with me Calloway. What the fuck happened in that penthouse, which by the way what wasn’t I aware existed. You do realized that without my quick thinking-this whole operation who have been screwed. Thankfully it seems your little girlfriend put on a very convincing show and made my job easier.”
When he made reference to Rachelle, I felt something within me snap. I didn’t want her anywhere near him, not even in his thoughts-the fact that she was already on his radar was enough.
“She’s not my girlfriend.” I stated flatly-but as I said the words I looked back into the car behind me I felt my heart ache. Smith was laughing very hard about something and Rachelle had that breath-taking smile across her face. Her smile only made me feel like smiling, and I knew that I wanted to wake up to see that smile everyday, I wanted to be the one to put it there. But was I selfish enough to pull her into this life just so that I could be happy-was I, could I be that selfish?
“Calloway?!” the voice sneered through the phone.
“What?!” I snapped angrily at the phone. “Is there a problem-are the police asking more questions that necessary?”
“No-but that…” he started but I cut him off.
“Then stop calling me to bitch about unnecessary shit. I’m sick and tired of this crap-I will do what needs to be done-we haven’t lost much with Max’s death-shit happens he was an asshole anyways-he caused more problems and drew too much attention. The deadline is still in place-this changes nothing.”
“Very well Calloway. We will leave this to you-but no more fuck-ups. And this girl of yours…” I was about to correct him again but I stopped. “She is a liability Calloway-get rid of her before things get too out of hand. I’d hate for anything to happen to her.”
“Is that another threat.?” I asked doing a very poor job in hiding my irritation.
“Take it as a fair warning Calloway-this is dangerous business. And you know it isn’t just me you need to worry about.”
“Thank you for your concern. But I don’t believe it’s any of your business.” I tried my best to lace my voice with as much disdain as I could.
“When it fucks with my business, then it is.” he said and then disconnected the call. Fucking asshole-I regretted the day I got pulled into this shit. Hands down worse mistake of my life. I took another look behind me and caught another glimpse of Rachelle-in that moment she stared directly ahead as though she was looking right at me-although I know she couldn’t see me. And in that same moment I realized that getting involved with this was also the best decision I would ever make-without it our paths would not have crossed. I would never have known of the existence of Rachelle Berg and that thought alone seemed like such a tragedy.
I pulled into the garage and waited for Smith to pull in behind in behind me. As the car engine turned off-I stepped out to meet Smith.
“She’s not doing too bad. Just a little shaken up is all. She will be fine.” Smith said with sad smile.
“Thanks.” was all I could say.
“In case you’re having any doubts, she is worth it.” he said over his shoulders and left without waiting for a reply. I slumped back on the side of my car and I could feel her eyes burning into me, this night was far from over-I was jolted from my thoughts as I heard her car door open and slammed shut. I heard her footsteps as she neared me, I started to feel nervous, my palms felt sweaty-I didn’t know how to react or how she would-and without really thinking of what to say I opened my mouth.
“What happened?” I asked, probably sounding very cold and shut off, but its not my fault for the past two years this is how I dealt with things and people-staying detached from it all.
“I think we are both aware what happened Eric.”
“I want to hear it from you.” I dared myself to look at her. She wanted to cry I could see it, but her stance showed that she was not one to show weakness so easily, with her shoulders squared and arms folded crossed her chest, causing them to ever so slightly push her breasts up-making it very hard keep my eyes above her neck. I turned away from her, and began to walk towards my office-it was the only way to maintain my control of wanting to pin her against the hood of her car. “ Well…”
“I killed him. He came into the penthouse attacked me, Lee…” she paused and looked away from me seeming to catch her breath. I stopped at my door and pushed it opened for her to walk in. She wasn’t quick enough to hide it and so I hadn’t miss the lone tear that escaped her eye. I wanted to move to wipe it away but I wasn’t sure if she would accept me in that moment. “…Lee came in and started to attack Max-as you can see Lee didn’t make it out alive-it was either going to me Max or me.” she finished as she stepped passed me. I could smell her lavender shampoo. I needed to remain focused but she was driving me insane.
“Why didn’t you call me? Why did you have to shoot to kill?” The moment I asked that question I resented it-the fire in her eyes returned and the fury she displayed in the penthouse was back.
Rachelle POV
“I told you, i didn't have a choice, I had to shoot. Lee was lying there dying and your man was coming at me. What the hell was I suppose to do roll over and open my legs and let him violate me.” I knew that sounded redundant but I made my point.
“Of course not but this night could have gone a bit differently-Lee is dead-Max dead with valuable information.”
“What?! Your concern about is information that Max had. You are cold. I can’t believe you-you’re horrible. Lee cared about you like a son- he died to protect me and in some way you as well and your only concern is ‘information’. But I guess business comes first with you huh, and everything else comes second.”
“ No-of course not-things are just complicated Rachelle-I thought I could deal with all this and you too but now after tonight. I’m not so sure anymore.”
“ About me or your work?” he didn’t reply and that was all the answer I needed. “Lee and Max’s death will not be traced back to you. The police bought my story-at least sort of.”
“What does that mean?”
“I don’t know, someone called the detective and after the call he said I could go-I didn’t push.” he didn’t respond to my statement, his face was more like he understood what I didn’t. I had enough I tool my keys off his and turned to leave.
“Where are you going?” he asked.
“I’m giving you your space-is that not what you wanted?” I snapped back at him.
“Don’t be like that Rachelle-please.”
“Like what? Am I not to assume that I’m too much for your already fulfilled life. I don’t want to complicate anything so I’m just gonna leave.”
“And go back him-huh?” he said angrily. I could see his reflection in the mirror-he made have sounded angry but I could see in his face the pain he was also feeling.
“What?” I said while turning to face him, by this time he turned his face to stone as to not give any other emotion.
“I’m not stupid-I know that there is someone else.”
“And what if I am. What is that to you-huh-you keep passing through my life and making a huge mess along the way. You kidnapped me to invite me to dinner-then you send me flowers, you invite me to fairs and you make gestures like giving me the heart. Then you kick me out of your life when I came here to tell you that I love you and to give you this.” I grabbed his keys off the table and aimed it at his head but he managed to catch it. Simultaneously I sat down feeling quite defeated and my eyes began to burn with more tears, this night was really becoming too much to handle.
“I met guy who was sweet and kind to me-and as hard as it was to do it-I put you out of mind-because I thought you didn’t care. And then what did you have to do-mess everything up and get hurt or not hurt-whatever.” The anger I was feeling began stir again pacing back and forth in the room using very wild, intense hand gesticulations as I continued to share my frustration. “Then all it took was thirty seconds and you threw everything upside down again.” I was so busy rambling that I didn’t realize how close he got to me-until I felt strong hands pulled me to stop and slamming me hard against a muscled chest. He grabbed a hold of my chin and stared directly into my eyes-I felt so much from his gaze-I felt my knees about to give out any moment-thankfully he was holding me up. He lowered his head slightly and brush his lips across mine-he did it so lightly that if I couldn’t feel the heat from being this close to him I wouldn’t have guessed he did it.
I heard him release a small groan at the back of his throat and instantly with his hand firmly on the back of my neck he pulled me into an intense lip-lock, which made me forget the point I was trying to make. I quickly pushed him off before I lost my entire senses in his scent.
“Please stop doing that.” I said while pushing him off. The moment I did that losing his body heat-I felt like releasing a quiet whimper. I wanted to feel him closer to me, my good sense was telling me to stay mad and demand some answers. I looked in his eyes, lust was clearly evident, but something more…I could feel my resolve breaking as I scanned his body from head to toe-I returned my gaze back t his face and I noticed the slight smirk he was wearing-apparently my appraisal of his body did not go unnoticed and I know that the same level of lust reflected in my eyes.
Then just as quickly I had pushed him off I grabbed his shirt and pulled him back to my lips. I threw my arms around his neck, taking a handful of his hair, pressing him into me as hard as I could. His gripped tightened around my waist, but it seemed we both had the same revelation-it wasn’t close enough. He lifted me up off the ground and my legs instinctively wrapped around his waist-he released my lips from his hold and I took in a much needed breath. He moved his lips and tongue along my jaw line and neck-I felt him stop and take a deep intake of breath as though he was committing my scent to memory. He release a small groan and his breath tickled my neck all the way down my spine-sending all my nerves into overdrive. And with that all those reasons I just listed out in my head why I should leave-I couldn’t-I just couldn’t.
With both legs wrapped around his waist and he had his hands massaging my ass, I pulled his mouth back to mine and release a moan-I was holding nothing back. I had started with the top buttons of his shirt when we heard someone knock and he door opened-I heard a voice, which I think sounded like Smith’s but it was hard to hard over my own ragged breathing. I didn’t stop kissing, when he broke our kiss to speak, I thought he was going to tell me to stop but instead he reached for his gun and aimed and said “Smith, get the Fuck out!”. He was just as determined as I, not let this night pass without having our bodies intertwined in a fiery passion. All I could think was ‘my Eric’ and nothing wasn’t going to mess this up-I made the promise that if anyone knocked on that door-if Eric didn’t shoot them-I sure as hell would.
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I hoped you liked it. I know maybe i shouldnt have stopped it just there-forgive me.
But if you liked it, Vote--if you have any suggestions or comments go for it--first time writer and would appreciate the feedback.