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“Hey!” I shouted, shocked as the cop gripped his neck, slamming him against the wall. “What the hell are you doing?” Another cop hovered his hand by my chest, pushing me back.
“Ma’am, I’m going to need to see some ID!” He warned with a dominant voice, scaring me more than the edge I just stood on. Alejandro appeared delighted, his face pinned against the wall. He gritted his teeth, amused like a captured devil, dark and alluring.
“They don’t realize the hell they just caused themselves,” He looked up at the cop delivering a promise that made his eyes grow, “I’ll take everything from them.” It was apparent the cop finally realized who he cuffed but gloated when he found something of interest while patting Alejandro down.
“He’s got a knife.” He barked, pulling out the blade Alejandro used from the night at The Met. I stared, unsure if that was bad, my hands trembled as I reached for my ID. I handed it to the cop that flashed his light in my eyes, teasing my name.
“Gemma Rose Harrison?” He mused, reaching up to his walkie-talkie. He clicked a button, sounding a loud beep, “I have a match on a ten-fifty-seven, missing persons.”
“Missing persons?” I exclaimed. “I’m not missing, I’m here, what are you talking about?” The other officer pulled Alejandro away, back into the building.
“We’re taking him to the station for processing, until all this gets cleared up.” He reached for my arm assisting me towards the door. I shook my head, demanding answers.
“Who the hell would report me missing? This doesn’t make sense.” I asserted there was a mistake. I was the concern of no one; the shy girl, the sister, and now, possibly the interest of a Hollywood star. But despite that, I was me, I was free to do what I wanted when I wanted. My legs locked at the realization as the cop looked up, assuring the answer right on his lips.
“We got a call from a higher up,” he said smugly. “This was filed from a Mr. Parker Ellis Jones.”
EPILOGUE
Parker
As Gemma walked down the hall with the blanket wrapped around her shoulders, it took everything in my power not to call her back. I wanted to follow her, to pull her into the living room, or possibly worse, her bedroom where I’d lock the door behind us. It was a wicked thought, especially with Mila by my side.
“We ordered pizza.” I stated, correcting the disappointment in my voice. “Are you hungry?”
“No appetite,” Mila replied. “I had about five nigiris at Kosaka’s.”
“Sushi?”
“Of course!”
“And is five a lot?” I asked, unfamiliar with what a nigiri was, but figured its taste to be something fishy or sour.
“For me it is.” She blinked, her dark eyes even larger in the darkened apartment. “I’ll take you sometime, it’s very romantic.”
“Is it?”
“I think so,” she affirmed but took her time to look around the room. “Though, maybe not as romantic as how you have it here now.” She raised an eyebrow.
“Stop.” I sighed but couldn't blame her for noticing. What the hell was I even doing? I knew better than to do what I did, but I couldn’t resist. Gemma came out in that loose crop top, its bottom bellowed above her navel. Fuck if I didn't want to get close, to brush my arm against her, to lean in as we watched the movie. Did she know how that affected me, seeing even the slightest bit of her skin?
I stared down the dark hall, remembering her by my side. She seemed preoccupied, even breathing heavier than normal. I noticed and not just because it made her crop top rise higher than what I was prepared for. It was her lips, how they sucked in the air, full and ready for mine. What I wouldn’t give to press against them, to feel the pressure of a kiss so hard that bordered painful. Had Mila not knocked on my door, what would have happened? I shook my head. “Come sit with me. We were watching a horror movie.”
“Monsters?” Mila asked.
“Dracula. We like the classics,” I shrugged.
“You and Gemma?”
“Yes, us.”
“You two are so weird.” Mila scoffed, pulling her hand in mine as we walked to the couch. “But I like that, you’re a little nerdy. And thank god you’re hot.” She added, resting her head that barely reached my bicep. She made me laugh, mostly with how silly her comment sounded. She justified my interests by qualifying my looks, convincing herself that I made up for it. It was cute how she said it, and her teasing was mostly harmless, though I wasn’t sure if she really cared for the things I liked.
“Well, I’m glad you like me.”
“Sometimes…” she bantered, sitting where Gemma sat just moments ago. That was her seat, and part of me wanted to move Mila to a different spot. That wouldn’t be fair though, in fact it'd be rude, if not completely noticeable.
“I like me sometimes too, but not always.” I joked back, but maybe it was truer than even she anticipated. I felt guilty being with Mila, almost desperate to find a connection. I was willing to try anything to see the good in someone else, to form a bond that I felt was only possible with Gemma. Was that wrong, seeking a chance with another person, despite how I felt? Maybe, but I had to try, in order to keep the promise I made Claire long ago. And when I make a promise, I never break it. “Have you ever had one of these?” I nodded, pointing to the bag of peach rings.
