Chapter Four
Jackson
I tell Teddy “Thanks” and quickly follow her out the door, curious as to why she’s in a place like this and with a guy like Teddy of all people.
I should have expected it, considering how she had reacted in there but as soon as we’re out the door, she wrenches herself away from me.
“What the actual fuck?” She spits, her eyes full of fire as she backs against the wall, putting as much space between us as possible.
“Come on,” I mutter, nodding my head towards the stairs, not willing to have this conversation here or now.
“Fuck no! I’m not going anywhere with you!” She growls from between clenched teeth. Glancing back at that asshole's door, she releases a huff of irritation and then turns on her heel and rushes towards the stairs.
With a sigh, I follow her, catching up with her easily in the stairwell.
“Listen,” I say, grabbing her by her upper arm and stepping around her until she’s standing a step above me. “Let me help you,” I say, moving my hand up and placing both of my palms on her shoulders.
“Help yourself into my panties you mean? No thanks!” She shrugs my hands off her and pushes past me, nearly knocking me off my feet with the action.
“What? No!” I’m quick to say, knowing that I painted that picture back in the apartment, but I knew it was the only way that I would be able to get her away from him.
Fucking prick.
“I don’t need your lines,” She says, suddenly sounding absolutely exhausted before finishing, “I’ve heard it all before.” Then, once more she starts rushing down the stairs.
“Please!” I say, moving to go after her once again. “If you would just—”
She cuts me off before I get to finish my sentence, and with a pleading voice, she says, “Just leave me alone. Please.”
It’s not the words that make me let her go as much as the pleading note in her voice and the desperate look on her face that has me giving in to her plea with a nod of my head.
I watch as she goes back to making her way down the stairs, a pit in my stomach as she walks out of my life after more than three years of not seeing her.
I was stunned as shit when the door opened and the beautiful brunette that I’d had a crush on in High School stared back at me, her big brown eyes wide with shock at the sight of me.
I couldn’t help but wonder if she remembered me, but she didn’t rat me out. So, I’m not complaining either way.
Curiosity got the best of me as I watched her throughout the whole exchange, trying to figure out how she managed to get herself caught up with a piece of shit like Teddy Hoover. He is a sorry excuse for a man who, as word has it, likes to inappropriately mess with little girls and as I had intoned, promised something good the next time I made a drop, which I could only assume he had meant a girl.
He's been on our radar for a while and when I went undercover at the college, the guy who typically made his drops just so happened to get arrested. Lucky me, I was able to slip right into his place, and Teddy, the idiot that he is, is none the wiser.
His comment about her having been his for a very long time hit me like a punch to the gut. And I couldn’t help but wonder Is she one of his victims? We passed one another in the halls and sat next to each other in classes every day for years. How did I not see that she was going through hell?
We haven’t been able to get any of his victims to testify against him, and that is the only reason why he’s still running around, instead of rotting in a cell.
If she is a victim, would she be willing to testify against him? I wonder as I walk across the lot, looking around to see if I can spot her retreating form anywhere.
Once I make it back to my car, I call my boss, letting him know how things went.
“He took the drugs but there weren’t any minors there,” I hesitate, not wanting to tell him who was there.
“Damnit!” He curses, then it sounds like he may have hit something. “Is that all?”
I continue to debate whether I should say something or not.
She’s not a minor and that’s why we're after the fucker, but if I’m right about what he alluded to…fuck, she could be the key to breaking this whole thing wide open, I think as I leave the rundown area that Teddy lives in.
“Actually yeah, there is something else.” Then as I make my way to the gym where I’m supposed to meet up with Nash, my buddy and partner, I fill him in on everything that I learned while there.
It’s been over two hours, and I still can’t get her off my mind.
The shocked look on her face.
The perfect O that her lips had dropped into when she first opened the door and saw me standing there.
The way her cheeks flushed when I propositioned her.
My cock hardens as I think of all the different ways that I could make her cheeks flush like that again if given the chance. Would her lips fall open like that after I’ve made her fall apart on my cock? Would her cheeks flush with embarrassment? Would she be shy or is she a freak in the sheets? Would she be open to my particular tastes?
And why the fuck do I want to know so badly? I haven’t thought about Brooklyn Reed even once since I left High School and now, seeing her one time, at fucking Teddy’s of all places, and all I can think about is getting into her panties, just like she said.
I've gone four fucking years without dipping my cock into pussy, finding that my hand does a fine enough job all on its own and comes with a whole hell of a lot fewer complications.
So, now, why all the sudden, am I so hard up for this woman and all the complications that she comes with?
Why can't I get this woman specifically out of my head?
What is it about her that has me so captivated?
"What's with you tonight?" Nash asks, with a smack on the arm, having obviously noticed that my head is not here at the gym at the moment.
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," I say with a sigh as we go to leave the gym, glad to be done so that I can get home, get to bed, and put this day to rest.
Maybe I'll wake up tomorrow and Brooklyn Reed will once again be nothing more than someone that I used to know.
Not a woman that I can't seem to get off of my fucking mind.
As I make my way home, I find myself searching for her on park benches, walking down the street in the pouring rain, in the shadows being cast along the street by the trees and other fixtures along the roadside.
A thought strikes me as my eyes scan the darkened, rain slicked streets...What if something happens to Brooklyn like something happened to Cecily?
Fuck!
I need to find her!
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