I stand there aghast unable to accept his revelation as truth. Quincy has never mentioned a brother to me. In fact, he claimed he had no remaining family members. I rather believe this kidnapper before me is the liar…not someone I trusted for years. “You’re a goddamn liar!” I shout in his face. It’s unnerving how willful I’ve become dealing with this obvious con artist. He lifts his hands over his face taking a deep breath no doubt losing his patience with me. That should be a cue to back off but of course my big mouth just pushes him further. “Hello! What the fuck is going on?” He drops his hands placing them in his pockets. He impatiently stares at me taking a few steps forward.
“Your smart mouth was cute when I was gonna fuck you last night…but don’t push it.” He says. Should that have turned me on? There’s something wrong with me. What if he is telling the truth…awkward. I take a deep breath before sitting back down on the couch and picking the papers up from the floor. I should at least look through everything before I chew him out any further. The file is the case on Quincy’s murder. Everything from photos to suspects. None of this shocked me considering I was very involved with the case until it began to take over my life…and the cops were getting nowhere. “Come with me.” He says then heads toward the back of the house. I follow without hesitation into a bedroom that was locked earlier. I walk in immediately noticing the Samuel L. Jackson Shaft poster on the wall. I laugh to myself finding it ridiculous. “I guess he didn’t tell you he was a fan.” He? Qunicy’s room?
“This was his room?” I ask now reluctant to enter further. As if I’m invading his secrecy. He nods waving me in. I scan the photos of him playing football as a teen and him and Luke…his brother. On the bed was the photos that Luke removed from the wall. His smile is displayed everywhere, the smile I’ve missed for years. He just seems so free-spirited and at ease. Something I didn’t get to see often. Now I know why. I could always tell there was something he wasn’t telling me, I just figured he would let me in when he was ready. None of his secrets kept me from not wanting to spend my life with him. Hold the fuck up.
“You’re such an asshole!” I shout suddenly not sure why I’ve just realized this. He turns to face me angrily confused.
“Yo, what the fuck did I just tell you!” He yanks my arm pulling me into him. The closeness radiates wanton bouncing between our bodies. I pull away from him wanting to break the tension.
“You knew who I was and you still try’n fuck me.” He stands straight putting his hands back in his pockets. He takes a breath cooling his heightened temper before answering me.
“We shouldn’t talk about that now.” He almost whispers. Why not?
“Well I think we should.” I folded my arms tapping my foot awaiting an appropriate reason for his deception.
“Too bad…I think it’s more important to tell you why you’re in danger.” Yes…he did say that didn’t he. He takes my hand pulling me back to the living room where I sit looking through the file once again. There must be something I’ve missed.
“I already know about all this…why am I here?” I ask quietly. He sits beside me taking my hand into his. His touch not only didn’t repulse me, but he gazes with the same enamored scrutiny his brother used. He is telling the truth. How did I not see the relation before now?
“There’s something he didn’t get a chance to tell you before he died.” I took a breath nudging for him to continue. “He was an undercover cop.” A cop? Why would he lie about that? “He obviously couldn’t tell you, and he needed to keep you and that separate.” Which is understandable. Still doesn’t tell me why I’m in danger. “I’ve been following the person I think killed him…which led me to you.”
“How?” I ask confused.
“He’s been following you.” What!
“Luke, I don’t understand. Why? I don’t know shit.” I say frantically, but him holding my hand placates me.
“You don’t know what you know.” He turns completely facing me grabbing my other hand in his. “Do you mind telling me about that night?” He asks intrigued. Maybe there is something. I’ve gone over this repeatedly with the cops, I don’t see how he would see anything different. “Just tell me.” I look down at our entwined hands not wanting to go through this again…but I have to.
That morning I wake up alone in the bed. Why’s he up so early, it’s only five thirty. He’s rarely here, now I have to worry about him sneaking around too. I slide from the bed still groggy wiping my eyes and sliding on my slippers. The door to the bedroom open, I walk into the living room without him hearing me. He’s on the phone, so I step quietly trying to hear what’s being said.
I’m telling her…I can’t talk about that now…Terrence, I’ll meet you in a few…Don’t fuckin’ piss me off and keep me waiting. He hangs up. Tell me what? I watch him relax, now slumped on the couch. Something’s clearly bothering him, and it has him anxious.
“Sneaking off?” I ask now standing in front of him. He jumps up as if he were caught in a lie. I eye him suspiciously wanting to know what’s going on. Why’s he so jumpy? But I know better than to ask considering he never answers me. He’s clearly hiding something.
“I have to go.” He says quietly. Of course you do.
“Just get the hell outta here.” I say throwing my hand up and walking away. He grabs my arm quickly pulling me back to him. Snatching it back, I push away from him pressing against his bare chest. “Just stop.” I say holding my hands up. We’ve been together long enough and I think I’ve earned the truth. What accountant you know sneaks around like this and go off to meetings early morning and late nights.
“C’mon Ronnie…don’t be mad.” There’s no way I’m looking him in the eye. He has a way of smiling with his eyes, telepathically dropping my panties…not that I’m wearing any. He chuckles inching closer without touching me. “That shit’s not gonna work.” I don’t respond. Uncontrollably, my eyes survey his muscular body as he stands before me in his boxers. Obviously he knows I’m admiring his physique because he begins to flex instantly turning me on. I hate he knows how to get his way.
“Don’t you have somewhere more important to be?” I snap now looking him in the eye. He silently gazes through me then begins to back me against the wall. His hands balled into a fist I guess annoyed at my response. Placing his hands on the wall above my head, he leans down and kisses me gently. I don’t resist him as he presses his body against mine lifting my leg. I feel his length growing stroking at my pussy. “There’s nothing more important than you.” He says breathy then lifts me to his waist dropping his pants.
“Wo! Wo! Wo goddammit!” Luke says interrupting my recollection. “Skip that shit.” I giggle uncomfortably as he adjusts in the couch releasing my hands finally.
“Did he say anything to you before he left?”
Lying in the bed now sweaty and out of breath, he caresses my hair as I lie on his chest. “There’s a lot I need to tell you.” He admits.
“I know. I’m ready to hear it.” I whisper. I feel his chest lift as he takes a deep breath.
“After tonight, I can tell you everything…but I have to go.” He kisses me on the forehead and slides off the bed to dress.
“Oh yes…to meet this Terrance person.” I say revealing that I was eavesdropping. He faces me pulling his shirt over his head before leaning over me. He kisses me slowly as I wrap my arms around his neck. If I only knew that would be the last time.
“Yes…Terrance. I’ll be back tonight. Love you.” I smile back as I always do and watch him leave the room.
“Do you know Terrance?” I ask Luke who is now standing. The agitation is visibly coursing through his body as he paces the floor with his hands in a fist. Finally he stands in front of me with his arms crossed.
“Veronica…he’s been following you.”
End Part Three.