Pressing my mouth shut tight. He nods his head.
“That’s what I thought.” He pauses, his eyes looking down at the knife, pressing it harder against my flesh. “So this is what I think I’ll do. I’ll give her time. Wait until she feels safe and secure, probably waiting for both of you to have your guards down, and then I’ll be waiting for her.”
“You sick fuck.” I hiss at him.
“Maybe I’ll make sure you’re there first. Make sure you can appreciate it.”
“I’ll kill you.”
“I doubt that.” Shaking his head. “You’re too much of a pussy for that. I’ve heard about your reputation. You let everyone else go in first; you let people off easy. You can’t even do your fucking job right because you’re a bitch.”
“No one knows who I am.” I feel the box that I’ve kept closed for so long now, rattling inside, begging to be released.
“Please enlighten me then.” He rolls his eyes.
“I’m not a fucking cop.”
“Really?” he laughs. “Cause the badge and the uniform say otherwise.”
“It’s supposed to.”
He doesn’t acknowledge what I said as he continues. “You should cherish how fucking good her cunt feels now because when I’m done with it…” the sound of the trigger next to us doesn’t even cause me to jump. His eyes widen as he looks at me. In the split second he has left, realizing what I meant.
With the knife falling from my throat and landing on the ground, he stumbles backwards. Tilting my head, I let the side I’ve forced down bubble to the surface for a moment. The sides of my lips tilt up as I step in towards him, holding his revolver, I tucked into my waistband, in my hand. Collapsing to the ground, he holds his stomach as I kneel beside him.
“What am I?” I ask for the first time in a decade, feeling the calm wash over me. Pressing the gun barrel close to his head, “I’m fucking loyal,” and pulling the trigger once more.
His eyes rolling back into his head.
Standing up, spitting out the blood collecting in my mouth, and the realization settling in on me as I look around.
“Shit.”
8
As I walk back into the gym, looking at the limp body on the ground, it’s the first time I’ve felt like myself in a long time.
“Well, looks like we’ll have a brief reunion. Z will be here to take care of you, real soon.”
“I guess I should thank you, though. I mean, I feel like a little weight has lifted. Since Ash died, it’s kind of like I’ve been on my own. No one else knew why I joined the force.” I laugh, knowing how completely insane this all is. I’m talking to a dead body, but a body I just confessed my secrets. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you the entire story...”
The rumbling of the engines comes to a stop where I sit outside the gym. Stuffing the keys I snatched out of his car into my pocket before they’re seen.
Looking up, Z nods at me as I stand and walk over to him.
“What’s up?”
“Come on.” I nod, walking inside and turning to where the body lies limp.
“Jesus,” Z mumbles to himself, taking a couple of steps towards it and stopping. “Kyle?”
I don’t answer, just nod.
“What’d he do?”
“What d’you mean?” I pause.
“I know you said not to ask too many questions, but I need something.”
