Lee’s fingers dropped from my face as he shot Stu a loaded glance. A hundred words were exchanged in the silence, and then all three brothers were on the move. I had no idea what was happening, but I followed Lee into the hallway, where he opened a storage closet, pulling out a baseball bat, a steel pole, and a hammer. He handed all three to Stu before running up the stairs.
I was in too much shock to react, staring at them as they gathered munitions with my mouth open. When Lee came back downstairs, he wore a black hoodie with the zipper pulled all the way to the top. Next he tied a bandana around his face, covering everything but his eyes before pulling up his hood.
“No,” I said, my voice harsh. “No fucking way. You’re not doing this.”
Lee moved to step past me, but I grabbed his arm. He glared down at me, and I was startled by the fact that all I could see were his glacial blue eyes. “Stay out of it,” he grunted, ripping his arm from my hold.
“Finley’s got to pay,” said Stu, like it was that simple. “You deal in justice, but so do we. We just have our own particular brand of punishment.”
“Wait,” I pleaded, my thoughts scrambling as a realisation hit me. “This couldn’t have been Finley. Just listen to me for a second.”
Lee turned, giving me his full attention, and I let out a long exhalation. “After your interview the other day, Tony’s been like a bloodhound going after Carl. He found out where he was running his drugs from and searched the place. He and a good lot of his crew were arrested and have been held in custody ever since. It couldn’t have been him.”
Finally, the brothers were actually listening to me, and my pulse began to slow down.
Lee pulled the bandana from his face so that it rested around his neck. “You’d better not be lying to me, Karla.”
“Hand to heart, it’s the truth.”
He looked to Stu, and again they had one of their silent communications.
“Couldn’t have been Hartfield’s lot. We sorted everything out with them weeks ago,” said Stu.
Lee ran a hand over his stubble, his mind clearly racing. “This is completely fucked. Somebody beat Liam to send a message.” Turning, he stormed into the living room, where Sophie was currently tending to Liam’s injuries. We all followed, and Lee knelt on the floor, running a soft hand over his brother’s hair.
“Liam, mate, can you hear me?”
At the sound of Lee’s voice, Liam’s eyes fluttered open.
“Who did this, bruv? Did you see?”
Liam stared at him, his attention landing on me for a second before returning to his brother. “Come ’ere,” he wheezed, motioning for Lee to get closer. When he did, Liam whispered something in his ear and Lee’s entire body went still, his every muscle coiling tight. Obviously, he hadn’t wanted me to hear whatever it was he had to say.
When he stood, he gestured for Stu and Trevor to go into the kitchen. They both went and then Lee turned to me, taking my hand in his and pulling me out into the hallway. When he reached the front door, he drew my body close, embracing me in an unexpected hug.
“Thank you,” he whispered into my hair. “I don’t know what you came to see me for, but if you hadn’t found Liam when you did, he could’ve been out there all night.”
My hands fisted in his hoodie as I buried my face in his neck, inhaling his masculine scent. We stood there for a long time, holding each other, not exchanging a single word. I felt his gratitude in how tightly he held onto me, and I got the sense he had a lot of stuff churning around in his head. Drawing away a little to look up at him, I said, “I know there are things you’re not telling me, but if you need help just say the word.”
His expression turned tender as he ran a hand over my cheek. “If I asked you to go up those stairs right now and wait for me to come back, would you do it?” he asked, his eyes piercing.
“That wouldn’t help either of us.”
“Right now, it’s the help I need.”
I couldn’t say no to him, not again, so I simply shook my head. Some of the tension returned to his body as his expression sobered. “You’d better leave, then.”
“When I say I want to help, I mean it, Lee. Stop taking everyone’s load onto your own shoulders.”
“If you wanted to help, you’d go to my room, take off your clothes, and warm my bed,” he growled, gripping my hair and tugging gently. The sensation gave me a small tingle between my legs. “You’d make everything I own smell like you, and you’d stop leaving me all the time.”
“When I leave, it’s not because I want to.”
“Then stay,” he murmured, dropping his mouth to mine and allowing our lips to meet in a brief, barely there kiss.
I stepped away from him, trying to communicate my turmoil in one tortured look.
“Nah, didn’t think so,” Lee said harshly.
I took a deep breath, turned on my heel, and walked out the door.
“Bad day?” Alexis asked when I came into her room, crawled into bed beside her, and rested my head on the rounded part of her belly, which was growing bigger by the day.
“Something like that,” I answered tiredly. “Can I sleep in here with you tonight?”
“Sure. Want to talk about it?”
“Not really.”
“Okay.”
A quiet fell between us, and I could feel her stomach rising and falling as she breathed.
“Have you thought about what you’re going to call the baby when it’s born?” I asked, trying to think of something that made me happy rather than something that made me sad.
She let out a long sigh. “This is probably fucked up since he abandoned me, but if it’s a boy, I don’t think I can call him anything other than Oliver. Olivia if it’s a girl, I guess.”
“Those are both good names.”
“Yeah,” she said, her voice a whisper.
“Does your heart still hurt when you think of him?” I asked, unable to help it.
I heard her inhale in a quiet gasp, and she was silent for a long time before she responded. “Every day.”
“My heart hurts when I think about Lee. Does that mean I love him like you love King?”
Another gasp escaped her, this time for an entirely different reason, as she looked down at me, her expression stunned. “Oh, Karla, I had no idea. I mean, I knew you two were doing things, but I didn’t know it was like that.”
“I don’t want it to be.”
“Neither did I.”
I let out a small, joyless laugh. “What a pair we make.”
Her answering laugh was just as joyless, the sound echoing my sentiments and agreeing wholeheartedly.
Two weeks passed. Two horrible, agonising weeks. Everything seemed to amplify my loneliness, like how the fabric of my uniform brushed coldly at my skin, no humanity in the touch, or how I’d lie in bed and get a phantom-like whisper of his scent. I knew it wasn’t real, because I’d washed and changed my sheets several times since we’d last shared a bed. It was branded into my memory, though, and every time I was at work and smelled a man’s cologne that reminded me of his, my gut twisted.
I was on the night shift with Tony, driving around town in the patrol car, when my phone buzzed with a text. Tony’s attention was fixed on the road as I pulled it out, looking down to see Lee’s name on the screen. All at once, a brick dropped to the pit of my stomach. He was making contact, but it was after eleven. I just hoped this wasn’t some kind of booty call.
Lee: Its Stu. Ned u @ our boozer. Lee in bad wey.
My heart pounded as I read the misspelled text, questions swirling around in my head. Had he been in a fight? Had somebody beaten him like Liam had been beaten? Looking to Tony, I said, “Hey, I have a friend who’s in a spot of trouble. You wouldn’t mind taking a little detour with me, would you?”
“No problem, it’s been a quiet night anyway.”
A couple of minutes later, we were parked outside the pub. I gave my appearance a quick look in the mirror, taking my hat off and fixin
g my hair in the usual bun I wore to work.
“You want me to come in with you?” Tony asked.
“Nah, you take a break. Check in with the girls. I won’t be long.”
He nodded and I got out, my heart thrumming as I stepped inside the noisy pub. The place was busy for a Wednesday, but then I remembered there was a football match on earlier. They’d probably been watching it on the flat-screen TV that hung in the far corner of the bar. A couple of men eyed me aggressively, wondering what a police woman was doing in their local, but once I didn’t bother them, they returned to their conversations and ignored me.
I walked through, scanning the faces of those around me, until I saw Stu having what appeared to be a heated argument with two other men.
“Put a leash on your brother, would ya? He’s been on the sauce since midday.”
“Oh, fuck off,” someone shouted, and I turned to see Lee making a jerk-off motion with his hand, blind drunk and very clearly angling for a fight.
The man looked at Stu again. “I mean it — we don’t want any trouble.”
“He’s been having a bad night. I’ll make sure he behaves,” said Stu, and the men seemed relatively appeased as they returned to their booth.
“Yeah, that’s right, piss off back to where you came from,” Lee slurred, and Stu scowled at him.
“You trying to start a war?” he hissed, disgruntled.
Lee let out a derisive laugh. “Like we’re not already in one.”
Finally getting my feet to move, I approached them, directing my question at Stu. “What’s going on? What’s wrong with him?”
“Snap,” Lee said, blinking like he thought I wasn’t real.
“He’s drowning his sorrows, that’s what, and trying to get us both killed,” Stu answered. “You see that bloke over there? That’s Ade Fowler. He just got out of prison for manslaughter. Killed the man who’d been having it off with his wife, and this dumb bugger,” he says, gesturing to Lee, “rolls right on up and asks him how his Mrs is doing, big smarmy fucking look on his face.” He paused, taking in my appearance properly. “Jesus, Karla, you could’ve at least gotten changed.”
“I was working, and I thought it was an emergency.”
Before he could respond, Lee was in front of me, his scent invading my senses as he grabbed my wrist and pulled my body to his. “I’ve missed you,” he whispered, alcohol heavy on his breath. “Let’s get out of here.”
I tried to steady myself, placing my hand on his chest and pushing him back. “What are you doing to yourself? This isn’t you,” I said, my voice half angry, half sad.
“Yeah,” he said, riled. “Well, this is what happens when I have to be without you.” He paused for a second, his expression turning tortured. “Life is shit without you, Karla.”
My eyes went to Stu, who was looking at me like it was all my fault his brother was acting like an alco. “Let me talk to him in private for a minute.”
“By all means,” said Stu, lifting his hands in the air.
“Come with me,” I said, focusing back on Lee. Putting his arm over my shoulder, I led him from the crowded pub and into the ladies’ toilets, which were thankfully empty. His face was in my hair, inhaling deeply. I tried to ignore the butterflies scattering around inside me at his touch. I’d missed him, too, desperately.
His hands went to my neck, his thumbs rubbing softly at my throat as a deep groan escaped him. I could feel that he was hard, his erection grinding into my hip.
Fingers fumbling at the collar of my shirt, he urged me, “Take this off.”
I caught his hands to stop him. “No, Lee, look at me. What’s going on with you?”
He lifted his head, his eyes a little bloodshot. “Everything’s going to shit, and I can’t sleep when you’re not there. I need to feel your skin, just for a minute,” he pleaded, and I swallowed tightly. His hands returned to my buttons, but this time I didn’t stop him. I knew I was supposed to be the strong one, but I couldn’t summon enough willpower. I wanted to be touched just as much as he wanted to touch me. His hands slid inside my shirt, gliding over my collarbones and caressing the rise of my breasts.
“So perfect,” Lee groaned, and I breathed raggedly.
One hand sank into my hair, and he growled in frustration when he couldn’t get it out of the bun. “Don’t,” I whispered. “I have to go back to work in a minute.”
His face rose then as he looked me square in the eyes, and even though he was blind drunk, he still managed to look sexy and predatory. “Fuck work. I want to be inside you.”
A second later his lips seized mine, his tongue invading my mouth as my entire body turned to mush. I needed this, needed him. He was still kissing me when his hands dropped from my hair and began fumbling at my belt. Before I knew it, his hand had disappeared inside my pants and his fingers were sliding along my folds, feeling how wet I was.
A deep, masculine noise rumbled up out of his chest, and his mouth went to my neck, kissing me feverishly below the ear. “Fuck, I love you,” he swore, and I went utterly still. My pores tightened, and my hands pushed at him harshly.
“What? What did you just say?” I asked in panic.
“Shhh,” Lee hushed me in a lazy voice. “No talking now.”
I tried to get my heart to beat normally but it was no use. He’d just said he loved me, but he was drunker than I’d ever seen him, and he clearly wasn’t thinking straight. He was horny and full of beer, and though they said that alcohol was truth serum, I wasn’t quite sure that was the case in this instance.
People often mistook lust for love, and that was clearly what was happening with Lee. He wanted me, yes, but love? How could Lee love a woman who stood for everything he didn’t?
He stroked at my clit, while two fingers dipped inside and I let my head fall back in pleasure. His mouth caught mine again, and I savoured how he devoured me, how he acted like I was the only thing in his entire world.
It was just as I was about to come that my conscience began to niggle at me. I was being a selfish bitch, letting Lee get me off when I knew full well I was going to have to leave him after. I’d walk right out of the pub and get back in the patrol car with Tony, go back to the job that meant nothing would ever be right between us.
“Lee,” I breathed, grabbing his wrist and pulling his hand from my pants. “Stop.”
“Why?” he asked, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. “You were almost there. I could feel you swelling for me.”
I blinked, bit harshly at my lip, and gathered all my courage. “Because it isn’t right. You’re drunk, and I’m taking advantage of you.”
He laughed loudly, his face so handsome when he smiled. “You can’t take advantage of someone who wants it.”
I looked at the floor. “Yeah, well, there are lots of different ways to take advantage. Whatever way you want to look at it, I’m police. I’m in a position of power over you, and just being here is reckless behaviour on my part.”
Lee leaned closer and tapped at my forehead. “You’re thinking too much.”
Now it was my turn to laugh. “No, actually, I’m not thinking at all. If I was, I wouldn’t be here.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, not this shit again. Sometimes I feel like I just go around in circles with you.”
“That’s because we keep trying to ignore what’s right in front of us,” I argued.
At this he placed his hands on either side of my face, lifting my head so I was looking directly at him. “I’m ignoring nothing. I see what’s right in front of me, and it’s fucking perfect. You’re perfect. Come back to me, Karla.”
My eyes flickered between his, my mouth falling open as his terribly romantic statement washed over me. My heart pounded, my lungs filled with air, and all at once I wondered if I’d ever feel this way for any man ever again.
Before I could respond, the door to the ladies swung open, and I winced at the idea of being caught in a clinch by some random woman. It was only when I turne
d my head and saw Tony standing there that I wished that had been the case.
Seventeen
Seventeen
* * *
Tony’s eyes flared wide as he took in the scene: me with the front of my shirt splayed open, my bra exposed, the fly of my trousers undone, Lee’s hands cupping my face.
After just a second, his expression darkened, and he levelled me with a hard look. “Fix yourself up, Constable, and meet me outside. I’ll be waiting in the car.” With that he turned and left the bathroom, and I flew into a panic.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I swore, backing away from Lee and right up into the opposite wall.
“Hey, it’ll be okay,” he tried to reassure me. “I’ll go and talk to him.”
“You won’t do anything of the sort. This is my mess. I’ll fix it. Just…just help me set my uniform back to rights.”
Silently, he came forward, redoing my belt as I buttoned up my shirt and tried to straighten out my hair. Glancing in the mirror, I saw that my lips were red and swollen, my cheeks flushed. This was so, so bad. There was no way of convincing Tony that what he’d seen hadn’t been what it looked like.
“I have to go,” I told Lee, stepping away from him and heading toward the door.
“Wait,” he said, grabbing my wrist.
I turned back, our gazes locking, and a sense of despair washed over me. All my recklessness had finally reached its climax. Either Tony was going to report me for seeing a man currently under police investigation, or he was going to keep my secret, and I had no idea which option was for the better.
“I’ll come see you tomorrow,” Lee promised.
“Yes, fine,” I replied, flustered. “Right now I just need to go and deal with Tony.”
With that I yanked my wrist from his hold and walked out of the ladies’. When I climbed into the car beside Tony, I found him staring straight ahead, his mouth a firm line. A moment of quiet passed before he spoke.
“How long’s it been going on?”
Guilt and remorse roiled within me. We were supposed to be friends. Friends didn’t deceive each other like I’d deceived Tony. “I never meant for any of this to happen. You have to believe me when I say that.”