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Chapter 21

Eve

A bad case of the Mondays, added to the question of whether Eve still had a job, even if as far as she was concerned she was the victim. She wasn’t sure if she should be concerned or not about the lack of news from Erik or Andy. If you forgot about the long text message requesting her presence for her statement. To be fair she had been quite busy getting her brain fucked out by Cyrus. Brain, pussy, ass, mouth, who cares about the details.

Meanwhile, her giant had been formally summoned, an official convocation arriving for him by special courier pretty please. Ian temporarily diverted his attention from the psychopath case to prepare their arguments, ready to confront the detectives head-on. As he said so well, “We can't afford to waste time on their stupid inquiries.” Not to mention that not long-ago Erik and many policemen were all agreeing about Cyrus’s innocence. This looked like they needed a guilty man to satisfy everyone in Ireland, and Cyrus was the perfect choice.

Eve, Cyrus, Ian, and Zorfield rode in Cyrus’s car, Eve not sure why Zorfied felt he had to come. Probably just in it for the fun, though she had thought he could be here as some kind of bodyguard. But the thought of Cyrus having a bodyguard was ridiculous.

Zorfield drove, not as smoothly as Cyrus, while Ian sat to his side rereading his notes, a hand on his partner’s thigh. He had once again put on his serious attire, hair tidy, gorgeous costume.

Eve and Cyrus were in the back, Cyrus right by her side, his hands gently tracing her leg. Eve looked at the landscapes passing before her eyes but not really seeing them, so lost in her thoughts. She had tried to think all night about what she could say to Erik, how to explain the “itsy bitsy mini” presence of Cyrus in her life.

Erik was not only her boss, but she also truly considered him a rare friend and she couldn’t help but feel a bit guilty about hiding her kind-of-relationship with Cyrus. It wasn’t like she hadn't been warned not to get too close to McRory. No, oh no, she had plenty of warnings and an entire set of bells begging her to stop.

Her new goal in life was to stop attracting unwanted attention, especially from her colleagues. She had been quick thinking enough to copy all information regarding the murders before the events of the past weekend, those coupled with Ian’s guesses in the investigation certainly gave her the means to get to the killer before the police. And hopefully before Cyrus. Even if the perspective of Cyrus kicking the psycho’s ass was getting her more turned on then it should. She was glad the weekend went without anymore of grumpy Cyrus, but brave as she was she didn’t ask him what the hell was wrong with him, after all who doesn’t like a bit of make-up sex?

Her primary concern was shutting off the other psycho before he could reveal any of her nocturnal activities. Her plan was to play bait, and test Ian’s theory about her being the target. She would be a prepared, ready to kick ass bait, and this freaking psycho would never see her coming.

Mwaahmwaaahmwaaaah.

Cyrus’s hand tightened on her thigh, and she sighed. This is not going to be easy. She turned her head to look at him, already showing his naughty smile, looking at her with fire in his eyes. She instantly regretted her outfit, her favourite green ribbed long dress, a dress which was now being lifted with curiosity by Cyrus’s sneaky hand. Thankfully, they arrived at the station before the man could do anything stupid, like getting a bit too close to her burning core. The team parked in the underground garage and got out of the car, walking towards the lift entrance.

Ian stopped everyone. “Cyrus let Eve go inside without you holding her.”

Cyrus scoffed and grabbed Eve’s hips in a possessive manner, his arm almost encircling her.

“ Seriously Cyrus, don’t make it harder. We are going to be under fire. Especially Eve.” Eve couldn't see Ian's face, but she guessed he was most likely using his world-famous disapproving look. She started twisting her head to check if she was right, but Cyrus’s mouth hit hers, stealing a deep, warm kiss, letting his hand venture south, brushing her ass.

Eve’s heart raced and she sighed squirming around to get rid of Cyrus’s arm. “You guys are going to do just fine; I am the one getting fired.”

Without listening to his complaints, she hurried and pushed the heavy window door. Entering the reception area, she spotted the two policemen behind the desk looking at her before exchanging a knowing look, eyebrows raised. But she ignored them, rumours and gossip were the least of her worries right now.

They entered onto the ground floor, and Eve saw Erik and the dick Cragnum upstairs, acting as if they were waiting for her at the door to her office, both their arms crossed over their chest. She breathed deciding to stop by Andy and Bonnie to check how bad the situation was.

“You are in deep shit girl.” Andy almost sounded like he thought the situation was funny.

“This is not funny Andy, we really didn’t need that.” Bonnie looked at Eve and whispered, “Erik is in trouble, you are in trouble. All of this because you could not resist Cyrus.”

“That’s unfair Bonnie,” Eve whispered back. “And you said it yourself, he is not as bad as people say.” Her argument was bad, but she was desperate.

“Yes, and what did I add after that??” the brunette retorted, storm in her eyes.

That I should stay away. Pouting, Eve turned her head to have a look at her boss, trying to judge how angry exactly he was with her.

Cyrus and his friends walked around the place as if nothing bad happened, acting as if they possessed the station. Which from what Eve heard, was almost the case. Every single policeman and woman were looking at the group now, voices murmuring. Eve was pretty sure they weren’t talking about her assault, but more about why in the hell she would be stupid enough to get with Cyrus. To be fair, she asked herself the same question every day. But it was usually followed by images of Cyrus’s dick thrusting into her.

She moved as Andy and Bonnie started getting up. “We are doing Cyrus’s deposition.” Bonnie shrugged. “And Cragnum is going to watch.”

Eve scoffed. “This guy was not that interested in the killing until Cyrus eventually got involved.”

Bonnie exchanged a look with her partner, they both knew. Everyone knew actually, but if there was a tiny reason to give trouble to Cyrus, any Commander should be onto it, it was only fair after all.

They reached the bottom of the stairs leading to Eve’s office, poor Eve trying to hide as much as possible behind the Dynamic Duo, but it was harder than it looked. Andy grabbed her wrist, pulling her close, his lips barely moving to her ear. “They really think your boyfriend attacked you.”

Eve stood back, surprised. “Really?” she whispered back. The Detective nodded, and then with a head sign to Cyrus, he advised him to follow.

The giant’s jaw was tight, his eyes dark with fervour, looking at Eve’s wrist where Andy held her. Eve rolled her eyes at him, mouthing “behave” before turning back and spotting Erik at the top of the stairs.

He looked down on his assistant gesturing her to come with his finger. Eve sighed, and put her foot on the first step but Cyrus’s large hand held her back, she turned away, ready to give him the big eyes, again, but was immediately trapped by the giant’s mouth on hers, AGAIN.

Eve pushed Cyrus away. “You are NOT helping, Cyrus.”

“You don’t need help.” He caught her hand and gave her a chaste kiss while smiling sarcastically.

Eve let out a loud sigh, but felt those awful butterflies in her stomach again, and finally managed to reach Erik. Her friend was looking more tense than ever, his eyes shining behind his glasses, jaw clenched, not a hint of a smile on his lips. Cragnum was, for himself, smiling, more of a smirk, but still, it was quite disturbing, and Eve wished she never saw it.

She tilted her head. “Let’s finish this quickly, after all you have a killer to catch, seeing that you let him go Saturday.” Her last comment was unfair, but she knew they were going to blame her one way or another anyway.

“ Well, the killer is right where he is supposed to be.” Cragnum pointed toward Cyrus with his bobbly chin. “And Erik and I are both going to enjoy taking your deposition as well, so many unknowns in this story.”

Eve couldn’t help but let a crystalline laugh out. So, Andy was right. Cragnum truly thought Cyrus attacked her despite her initial statement.

“Yeah sure, whatever. Don’t you want to hear what Cyrus has to say? Or do you prefer annoying me with your stupid theories?” She was feeling fully uninhibited now and didn’t really care anymore. She technically could not be more in trouble besides losing a friend. They had nothing on her — I sure hope so — nothing on Cyrus.

Cragnum frowned his fluffy eyebrows, upset. “I will listen to him, he is just gonna need to wait till I am done with you first.”

“I am sure that’s gonna make him happy,” Eve asserted. After all, Cyrus was not known for being the most patient guy in the room.

Walking at fast speed out of what used to be her office, Eve's heart raced as she finally left the witch hunt she just went through. Erik and Cragnum’s accusatory words echoed in her mind as she quickly walked down the stairs, her thoughts swirling with frustration and determination.

As expected, they had tried to pin the blame squarely on Cyrus, who was such a convenient suspect. But Eve wasn't about to back down, and she spent the last hour trying to put some sense into Cragnum’s little head, and to her dismay into Erik’s as well. She had thought Erik would believe her, after all he said it himself, Cyrus was not a psychopathic killer-rapist; but he seemed to have lost all kind of say in the police now and had stayed silent the whole time. And she knew she was responsible for it. Leaning against the cold corridor wall once out of view from those damn gossip boys at the front desk, she gathered her thoughts, remembering how hard she fought for Cyrus in there. Damn those butterflies.

She and the boys knew it was going to be a long shot, but she needed the police to understand there was more to the story, but at least she said what she had to say, her only hope was for the actual detectives to keep going on the true killer, she knew Andy and Bonnie would not give up until they had the actual killer behind bars.

She had recounted the details of Ian's theory to her superiors, and the more she talked the more she could see they were both quite adamant the killer could not be part of their perfect little world. She wondered why she was even surprised about that, even she at first had entirely refuted Ian’s theory. Nobody likes to think their colleagues, their friends could be responsible for such horrendous crimes. Her judges had exchanged sceptical glances, and tension had escalated quickly. And now she was out of a job. Cragnum even dared mentioning she was not that interesting to get a stalker after her.

Eve scoffed, she was hot, wasn’t she? Of course men would go around and slaughter women who looked like her, it was not THAT weird. Her breath now normal, she dried her tears of rage and frustration and stormed out the door, Zorfield, rushing to her side. Eve then understood why he was there. Of course, Cyrus must have thought she needed a bodyguard after her misadventure. She turned to him, her eyes blazing with defiance.

“I need some time alone, Zorfield,” she asserted, her voice resolute. “I can't think straight.”

Zorfield's brow furrowed, a slight concern on his face.

“Hum, nah.” He took out a cigarette from his pocket, ready to light it. “Cyrus would get my fucking balls if I let you go, and I love my balls.”

Eve sighed. “I'll be careful. I just need some air.”

“Ok, how about I drive you home, but I stay at the door… eh? Cy is a bit scared you’re gonna go all bait and stuff with the killer.”

Eve scoffed. How the hell did he guess that?

“Fine but you stay outside ok? I’ll deal with Cyrus.”

“Sure he would love that,” Zorfield laughed.

They quickened their pace to reach the dim lit carpark, Zorfield reaching for his keys in his back pocket.

Something feels of f …

She turned around just in time to see Zorfield stumbling backward, his eyes wide with shock. Before she could react, a sharp blow struck the back of her head, and darkness closed in around her. This was becoming a habit she would happily do without. Before her consciousness fully went out, blurrying vision at its best, she spotted not one, but two pair of shoes standing in front of her.

Fear clutched at Eve's chest, heart poundin in her ears. We were fucking wrong. Not one, but two.

I hate team games…