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CHAPTER THIRTEEN

ALINA

“Here,” Becky states as she hands me a coffee and a paper bag.

I eye her curiously and open the bag. We’ve been sat in the reception area waiting for the past ten hours. The agents conducted their interview with Ghost, and he sat in complete silence, refusing to answer anything as I instructed. I knew they had nothing else on him, and I also knew they were scrambling. When I look in the bag, I smile when I see my nausea meds and some food.

I look at Becky. “When did he drop this off?” I asked.

“He hasn’t left, apart from taking the others back. He’s been sitting in the parking lot the entire time,” she states, a knowing smirk on her face.

My cell pings with an alert. and I pull out my phone and look at the screen.

H: How are you feeling? H x

I smile, biting down on my bottom lip as I type my reply.

A: Thank you for the meds and food. You don’t need to wait. I can call when he is released. X

He replies instantly.

H: I’m not going anywhere.

I’m not sure why that small sentence made my stomach flip, but it felt good knowing he was there.

A: They could extend their hold on him for up to seventy-two hours. We’ve only been here for fourteen. We have a long way to go. I don’t think they will let him just go.

I take out the food he’d sent and smile when I see the sugary doughnut. He had taken note that I was enjoying anything sweet lately, especially doughnuts. I take a big bite, closing my eyes as I enjoy the sugary goodness.

“Jesus, do you want some privacy with that doughnut?” Becky teases beside me.

“Mock me all you want, I don’t care.” I shrug as I take another bite. My phone pings, and I look down at it.

H: I leave when you leave. You need to rest, and you need to sleep. They won’t interview him through the night.

A: They will. As soon as I leave, they will take him for more questioning in their way. They will make the excuse that they tried to call me, but I didn’t get there in time. I’ve dealt with officers like this before. They will bend the rules and laws to suit them. I refuse to let them do that.

I hit send before wiping my fingers on a napkin.

“Ms. Bennet, you’re still here?” I look up and see Agent Pryor walking towards me, looking at his watch. I quickly flick the switch on my phone to silence it and turn it face down. “It’s the middle of the night. You don’t need to be here right now. Go home and get some rest. We won’t be doing anything until the morning,” he says, trying to play the kindness card.

I give him a tight grin. “I’m perfectly fine here, thank you. I am paid to be at my client’s beck and call, and as I’m sure you’ve checked, I live quite far away, so if you were to decide to do an interview, or should you find anything else, I wouldn’t make it here in time,” I say sweetly. “Oh actually, Agent Pryor, while I have you here, you still haven’t divulged the witness information,” I press as Becky hands me a file.

“What witness information?” he asks.

“Well, the one that provided the video evidence, of course. I’m assuming they were there to know it was my client, as you can’t tell just by the video alone,” I point out.

His jaw tenses. “It was handed in anonymously.”

I frown and look up at him, gnawing on the tip of my pen. “So, let me get this right. You’ve conducted your interview, and my client has not just one albi, but...” I pause, pretending to look for my file just for effect. “But ten alibis that can all confirm they were with him when this video was filmed. It was all stated in his written statement to you. Have you misplaced it? Would you like another copy? I have plenty.” I offer him a copy of Ghost’s written statement, and it’s the only thing they would get from him. Pryor doesn’t take it. He just continues to look down on me, his anger pouring from every fiber of his being. “Nope, okay. Well, just let me know. I have already forwarded on the relevant information to the Department of Justice and the judge. As I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t have issued the arrest warrants if he had known what little case you have,” I taunt.

He crosses his arms over his chest. “Tell me, Ms. Bennet, were you not practicing family law not just last week?” he asks.

“I’m qualified and trained to practice all law, not that it’s any of your concern how I work or who I work for. I am merely doing my job. Unfortunately for you, I’m good at my job,” I quip.

Becky chokes on her coffee next to me. “Sorry, went down the wrong way,” she wheezes.

Pryor’s lips thin. “I’m just surprised, is all. I mean, one minute you’re happily married, then the next minute your husband and sister are together, and you’re here defending known criminals. I’m just surprised you are risking your reputation, especially when you must be in such a fragile state of mind,” he says with a sad expression on his face, but his eyes are alight with joy as he says those words, hoping that they hit me hard. Unfortunately for him, I’m not an easy person to upset.

I cock my head to one side. “Have you been investigating me Agent Pryor? That’s all personal information, I believe, which would only be found in my divorce papers. Did you obtain a warrant to see those? Or were you just stalking my ex-husband and my sister?” I counter.

His jaw ticks. “Sorry. If this is going to be an interview, shall I hit record?” Becky asks me like she doesn’t know and is simply asking a question.

“No, Becky, this isn’t an interview. For that to happen, I would have had to break the law and be arrested,” I state firmly, never taking my eyes off Agent Pryor.

“Get comfortable, Ms. Bennet. We still have many hours left until we have to release Mr. Harrison Jones,” he says coldly before walking off.

Becky exhales a breath. “That guy gives me the creeps.”

“I know. I think we are going to need a lot more sugar and caffeine to get us through this,” I sigh.

“Aren’t you supposed to stop caffeine when pregnant?” Becky points out.

I take a sip of the coffee and moan. “Yes, but just this once, I need the boost. Especially if I’m going to make it through this.”

“Fine, but no more than two cups. I don’t want to be the one responsible for making your baby hyper,” Becky agrees.

I pick up my phone and see multiple messages from Hap.

H: I’d say let Rage at them. Then they would soon release Ghost.

H: Joking, of course.

H: You okay?

H: Alina, let me know everything is okay.

H: It’s been 15 minutes. If you don’t respond in the next two minutes, I’m coming in to get you.

I quickly type my reply.

A: I’m fine.

A: Agent Pryor came out and made some pointless threats. It’s okay. I dealt with him.

H: What kind of fucking threats?

A: To do with the case and Ghost. Nothing to do with me.

Which is technically true. He didn’t directly threaten me.

H: I don’t want him even looking at you.

A: Calm yourself. There is no need for the dramatics.

I scoff to myself.

H: Don’t piss me off.

This has me grinning wider, loving that I can rile him up.

A: Don’t tell me what to do.

H: Don’t start this shit with me.

A bubble of laughter escapes me. Becky smirks, shaking her head as she continues to read a book she brought with her.

A: What if I want to start something? What are you going to do about it?

H: Baby.

That’s it. That’s all he sends, and it’s as if I can hear him saying it in that low, threatening growl that he does.

My phone vibrates, indicating a voice note. Pausing, I place my headphones in before pressing play.

“ I swear, I don’t know how you manage to piss me off and get me hard from one damn message. Don’t think I won’t walk in there and drag your ass back to this damn truck where I can spank your ass so fucking hard while I drive my cock into that tight little pussy of yours until you’re screaming my name so fucking loud, Agent Pryor will hear it and he will know exactly who you fucking belong to.”

My mouth suddenly feels dry, and heat pools between my legs. I text him my reply.

A: When did I agree to be yours?

H: The moment my seed filled your pussy.

A: My ex-husband’s seed filled my pussy, too. Does that mean I’m his as well?

I hit send, knowing that I’m playing with fire by sending him that. As much as what he said is hot, I’m not the type of woman to just allow a man to claim me as his like I’m an object. Especially a man that is 14 years younger than me.

My phone lights up, and Hap’s name flashes across the screen. “Hello,” I answer.

“Get your ass outside now,” he growls.

“I can’t,” I begin to argue.

“You don’t get your ass out here, I will come in there,” he threatens.

I look to Becky. “I just need to take this outside.” She nods, shooing me away. I walk towards the exit. “This is really unprofessional,” I hiss down the phone to him.

“Turn left when you exit and walk to the end of the building,” he orders.

I sigh and make my way to where he directed me. Stopping, I turn and look around, seeing no one. “Okay, I’m here. Now w—” I’m grabbed from behind, and as a hand clamps down over my mouth, I’m spun around and held firmly against the wall. My heart thunders in my chest as panic creeps up my spine.

“Shhhh, baby. It’s only me,” Hap whispers in my ear. I relax slightly against his hold. “You’re going to stay still and remain quiet,” he demands as he drops his hold on me. His hand glides down my thigh to the hem of my dress, where he proceeds to yank it up.

I gasp, murmuring a protest against his hand. He ignores me, keeping his body firmly pressed against mine with my back to his chest and the cold stone wall to my front. His fingers move slowly but with purpose to the apex of my thighs. I release a shuddered moan as his hand dives under my underwear. His fingers circle over my clit.

I rest my head against his shoulder, and his hand is still clasped over my mouth, silencing my moans. He trails his lips along my neck, grazing his teeth across my skin, causing a trail of goosebumps in his wake.

“I was being patient by allowing you to come to me in your own time,” he rasps in my ear as he glides his fingers inside me. A whimper escapes me. “You pushed the button, baby. I’m done being patient,” he says. His deep voice rumbles through me as his fingers move in and out of me, curling up and hitting that perfect spot. “You feel my fingers in your pussy? My fucking pussy,” he growls, moving his fingers faster, building my pleasure. My walls tighten as my orgasm grows. “Feel that, baby? Feel how you are mine. Your body knows you are mine,” he pants in my ear. I grind my behind against him, feeling his hard length. A deep moan rolls from within me. “Your pleasure is mine, so give it to me baby. Let me feel it,” he says before biting down on my neck.

My orgasm erupts, and my walls tighten around him as my cries of pleasure become muffled by his hand. His tongue swipes over the spot where his teeth were, then his lips as he slows his fingers, trailing lazy kisses along my neck. He removes his hand from my mouth, firmly grasping my jaw and tilting my mouth to his. His lips caress mine with a soft yet commanding kiss. He removes his fingers, and I whimper in protest, feeling him smile against my mouth. Slowly, the kiss ends, and he pulls his head back. His eyes are hooded and full of desire as he glides those two fingers that were buried in me into his mouth, causing a deep groan to rumble from him.

I don’t move. I can’t tear my eyes from him.

“Sweeter than honey,” he moans as he glides my dress back down. He turns me in his arms, and my brain is slow to wake up from my orgasm-induced fog as to what had just happened. His hand tucks a strand of my fallen hair behind my ear, his rough fingers delicately grazing along my jawline. “Don’t ever talk about another man being with what is mine. I am a possessive man, and I do not share. That goes for your ex. You speak of him, I will make you forget his name until your throat is hoarse from screaming my name.”

“I...” I stutter.

“You go back inside, and you get my Pres out of there, then I am taking you home to my bed,” he states, placing a chaste kiss on my lips before he walks off.

I lean against the wall for a moment, gathering my thoughts. What the hell had just happened? This isn’t me. I do not give in, and I do not falter when it comes to a man. Yet with him, I crumble. I keep crumbling.

“Fuck!” I hiss. Straightening myself, I bend down and pick up my phone. I hadn’t even realised I’d dropped it. Thankfully, it’s not damaged. I walk back towards the entrance, regaining my composure, hoping that no one can tell I’ve just been finger-fucked by a biker out the back.