Page 98 of Irish Betrayal

He heard something.

forty-nine

PETER

Peter hadn’t slept in what felt like days, too excited about his and Blair’s reconciliation—and now this. His girl was pregnant. His girl!

He had lain next to her, swallowing his grief for hours until he couldn’t take it anymore. Everything he believed his future held was tied up with Blair, and she didn’t want him.

He could feel his love for her morph into hate.

Every bruise and blemish that marred her face felt like he was taking power back. She had held his love hostage for years.

Not anymore.

Not while she carried another man’s child.

One good punch to her stomach should rid them of that problem, and then he could fill her belly with himself.

Eventually, she would come to thank him. He was sure of that. Even after he’d shown Blair proof of Daniel’s cheating, Peter could tell that she still held out hope.

He would take that hope from her.

From this day forward.

He was drawing his fist back when he heard pounding at the flat’s front door.

“Tulsa Police Department. We’re here to conduct a welfare check. Open the door.”

“Fuck!” he cursed, jumping off Blair and pulling on his boxers. More pounding and warnings from the police occurred while he dragged his t-shirt from the kitchen table and made quick work of gagging Blair.

He stepped towards the door but turned back to throw the covers over her body before unlocking the deadbolt.

“May I help you?” Peter eyed the three police officers, two of whom stood further back, hands resting on their weapons.

“We had several callers tell emergency services that they heard screams and shouting coming from this apartment. Would you mind if we took a quick look around inside?”

“I do mind, actually. My girlfriend and I can get a little loud when we…play,” he smirked, trying to play off that the nosy neighbors were simply hearing him and Blair enjoying rough sex.

“We’d like to speak to your girlfriend.”

“To corroborate your story. We also need identification for both of you.”

“She is undressed, and I don’t want any men around her while she’s vulnerable.” Peter could tell the police weren’t going to budge. If he didn’t figure a way out of this, he was well and truly fucked.

“Is it illegal for two consenting adults to have rough sex? I’m sorry if we bothered anyone. I promise we’ll keep it down. We’re just two college professors having a little holiday.”

“ID. Now,” the closest officer insisted.

There was nothing for it. He’d have to give them something. “Of course. One minute please.” He closed the door and ran to his trousers on the floor, pulling his wallet free. He slid out his Irish Driving License.

He glanced at Blair, who was frantically trying to rub his shirt from her mouth against her shoulder. Knowing they wouldn’t relent, he took Blair’s ID from her backpack as well.

When he opened the door, the other two officers had come closer, and now they were all in reach of Peter.

He slowly handed the identifications over, watching the officer’s eyes widen. In seconds, guns were drawn.

“Peter Samson, there is a warrant out for your arrest.”