Ambushed

**Chrissy**

“Why are you being so dramatic about this Dayle? I wouldn't be here if I wanted to be with him,”

“Or it's just sympathy to clear your conscience,” Dayle snapped at me, his gaze plunging into my soul. His expressionlessness didn't guarantee that he would speak to me that way.  

I stared at him blankly, I didn't want to believe what he had just said. 

“Bro, you know that it's not the case, it's Egan you should haul, not her…” Steve said. 

Thank heavens, someone thinks differently. 

Dayle rubbed his face out of frustration, as if he had thought about things.

“I didn't mean that way,” 

“I don't care! Maybe I should have gone with Ken.  At this point, I don't know if we are back together or holding onto loopholes. In summary? I'm glad you made it out of there—that was my worry…” I said, turning to take my leave as Dayle grabbed my wrist instantly. 

“I'm sorry! I want us back together. I can't help seeing Egan near you. He is no good and it took me an eternity to realize that. I just…” he scoffed out of frustration. “I don't want to lose you,”

“Me neither!” I beamed at him and embraced him.

He cradled my face, grabbing my lips. His touch, his passion, and his precision were a thing I would never forget. 

Slowly, his hand was wrapped around my neck as my pussy throbbed. It ached for him. The desperation in my eyes said one thing; take me. 

He pulled away gently, gaping at me while I stared at his mercy. “I can see through you. You wanna get fucked,” he whispered in my ear and I swallowed, catching my breath. 

“Guys, really? Right here? While I watch?” Steve interrupted and I could barely collect myself from the sex urge.

“Sorry man, it's Chrissy! She's seducing me,” Dayle teased, his light smile smeared on his face as I punched him weakly.

“You brat! I'm the one who got turned on here?!” I offhandedly said, chuckling as Steve shook his head and moved to the driver’s side. 

Dayle grabbed my hand and quickly placed it against his hard-on. Erect and hard.
“Didn't you seduce me?!” he asked under his breath, his free hand kidding my neck as soon as Steve turned on the headlights. My gaze fixed on the sky, my thoughts dirty and slutty. Steve honked, catching our attention. 

“Guys! I'm frustrated watching you two almost fuck near my car!” Steve screamed as I rolled my eyes while Dayle let out a half-smile. It was not over, he didn't have to say it.

We walked to the backseat as he opened the car door for me. 
” What do you want from me?” he asked as if reading my secret thoughts. 

”Sex on your sports car!” I managed to say. 

He winked at me and said; “You’ll beg for my mercy!” he said and shut the door while her joined Steve in front. 

….
Minutes later, we were standing across the street, staring at our apartment that was now sealed with yellow tape by the Police. 

“Why- are we here?” I asked, splitting my gaze between them, confused and shocked. 

“To find the surveillance that shows proof of everything,” Steve managed to let out as my brows crumpled, piquing my interest and at the same time questioning their rash and miscalculated decision that involved a murder scene. 

We all stared at each other, my thoughts swirling between two gazes. My shook, “No, no, no, no—”

“Chriss, that's the only way,” Steve chimed in calmly. 

“No, it's not!” I protested firmly, my eyes rolling. 

“Please. It will be quick. I just have to find out if the cameras were broken down or tampered with. I have to prove my innocence…”  Dayke said, his mind was made up. 

“Fuck! It doesn't have to be today!” I snapped and sighed. “This is dangerous,”

“I know, that's why you won't go in. You'd sit in the car and be on the lookout,” Dayle said. I remained silent. A lot could go wrong. We didn't have to. This could really drag the case.  

“Babe, please!” Dayle added calmly. “I hate to drag you but… I trust the ones here. That's all. This is going to be quick, I promise you, my love…” he said as he kissed my face and kissed my lips. 

Yeah. He knows how to get to me even at the expense of his freedom. 

“Ten minutes. Max!” I pressed forcefully, and the corner of his lips curled into a half smile. 

“Sure!” he said. “Be safe!” he added before they scampered away immediately. I leaned on the car, breathing in and out. All I could wish for was their safety. 

It wouldn't be a hard task scrolling through the computer to find the footage, would it?

I sighed again, folding and pursing my lips. 

Staring at the porch, my thoughts shifted to earlier.

*Flashback starts:*

After I had calmed from the uproar when the OIC would not let me through.

My mom and friends rushed to me, asking if I was okay and I just scoffed and walked off. 

“I’ll check in on her. She only needs time,” I heard Egan say to them. 

“No one asked you!” Ken snapped.

By the time I was out, I stood some feet away from the station trying to balance my breathing. I was confused. Dayle was trying to save me from my wicked father, nothing more. He was my savior when I needed one, despite being separated. 

Isn't that true love? 

Like isn't that the type of love I need? What do we all need?

“Are you okay?” a voice interrupted my thoughts, and I shut my eyes. I knew who it was. 

“What do you want?” I asked angrily. 

“I- I just wanted to check in—”

“Can you fucking leave me alone and stop being in my hair? You literally ruin everything when you step in. Just… go!” I stared without looking his way. 

Egan was persistent. He knew that I was mad at him for being here. Everyone was.

Egan placed a hand on my shoulder as I shook it off. 
“Don’t… touch me,” I protested. 

“Look, Chriss, push me away all you want, but we can't deny the fact that you're hurt and the situation is closing in on you,” he said as I spun to him instantly. 

“You promised to stay away. You promised that you would never show up or anything close to it,” I pointed out but he looked away and back to me again. 

“Somehow, I saw you and Dayle being arrested. Does it look like something I should stay away from?” he scoffed. “You both mean a lot to me regardless,” he added. 

“Regardless, stop showing up! I appreciate your concern but Dayle would hate to see you around,” I said, rubbing my arms as I sighed, finding a bit of relief. 

“And you, would you hate it?” he asked me.

I didn't hate him, I just didn’t want him around. 

I left without a word. Continuing the conversation only meant that I was interested.  Or something like that, right?

*Flashback ends.*

I placed my hand flat on my forehead, groaning dramatically. 

I saw a car approaching as I texted Dayle immediately and went to wait. 

*‘There’s a car coming thru! Get out now!’*

It was suspicious how slow the car moved, approaching our house instead of the normal driving speed. 

Who could that be? I asked myself as the person pulled over some inches away from our house. It was weirder knowing that it was not the cops and knowing that the property was sealed by the police.

Two men stepped out wearing masks and holding guns, rushing to our house. At that moment, my heart jumped, fear scrambling my body. 

We are officially fucked. 

On the other hand, Dayle and Steve rushed out only to bump into the men with guns, pointing at them. 

I almost shrieked from the car, my hand over my mouth wondering who on earth to call that was most appropriate. 

Was it the police? My Dad and Dom? Who?