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“You haven’t technically broken the law yet since you haven’t added your signed statement to the warrant, but you are walking a fine line by lying to the judge to get the warrant.”
“Like I said, everything is open to interpretation.”
“Are you sure this isn’t getting too personal for you?” Harris’ voice was commanding. My boss was talking now instead of my caring boyfriend.
“I have a job to do, nothing more. We have him in custody, and you have enough on him with my knowledge of the club workings to force cooperation. Kevin still has an open investigation about a stolen car that took place after he was released from prison that I am looking into. There is still the open case about the fire that I know they have something to do with. Whatever we get will be leverage for what we want.”
“And what is it you want?”
“All of them in prison. Locked away from everyone and everything. I want them to be tortured just as they have done to other people. Then when there is nothing left, when they are just doing what they have to do to survive, I will put Kane in a cell with them and let the best man win the prize of living out their days in a hole of solitary confinement. They all need to be punished, even Kevin.”
“Kevin Waters,” the name fell from his lips as he seemed to ponder over what to say next. “Was he telling the truth? Did you have a relationship with him?” Harris sounded jealous, but I knew this was nothing more than him confirming there was no conflict of interest. The man didn’t have a jealous bone in his body.
“We have a past,” I confirmed.
“Watching you from the other room made me think that maybe you have some unresolved feelings, do you?”
“The only feeling I have for Kevin Waters is the regret I feel for not dropping him in an active volcano, five years ago.”
“You have never been so angry with anyone. Not even your dad makes you that mad. Are you sure that’s all it is?”
I nodded as Harris walked over and stood behind me where Kevin was just minutes prior.
“How long were you with him?”
“Too long,” I replied as Harris moved in closer and I knew this was no longer about work. I was almost shocked to hear the jealousy he had never produced before.
“Do you miss him?” I shook my head. “He was your first love?” I nodded. “Why do I feel like I should claim you and then go beat on my chest in front of him?”
“Harris,” I whispered.
“Did he touch you here?” Harris asked as he put his hands over my shirt and massaged my breasts. I nodded as I looked down at Kevin in photos that laid across my desk. My heart raced as my finger fell over his lips in the black and white surveillance photo.
“Did he make you wet?”
Harris slid his hand up my skirt and felt the dampness on my panties from Kevin being up against me. I couldn’t deny that Kevin still got to me, but I wasn’t a biker’s whore. I would never be with a criminalistic asshole. I bit my lip to distract myself with pain, but I couldn’t take my eyes off the photos.
“Did he make you call out his name when you came?”
“Harris,” his name fell off my lips. “I don’t remember…” I lied as his fingers slid my panties to the side and one slipped inside me.
“Does he turn you on or do I?” Harris’ voice was gruff as he pulled his finger out, turned me, and pushed me up onto the desk. I wanted to pull him to me, but his gray eyes were not Kevin’s chocolate eyes. His short hair didn’t have enough to grip, and Kevin’s was always long enough to run my fingers through. I was wet, but Harris didn’t get me that way and we both knew it.
“You,” I lied as he leaned in to kiss my neck. I found myself wishing his lips were Kevin’s and had to force myself to stop.
“I want to lay you down on this desk and climb between your legs,” he whispered as I shivered, but then I looked down at the photos and Harris saw I was staring at Kevin while he was up against me. Not really the best scenario to be in when your boyfriend-boss finds out you used to sleep with a criminal or when he knows you purposely misled law enforcement to capture someone.
“What happened between you?”
I somehow forgot how to speak.
“When you were in interrogation with him you showed him that scar you refuse to tell me about. Care to share with me now or is my future wife going to continue keeping secrets?”
I remembered every detail from what happened and every moment leading up to it. Every flower Kevin picked for me, every time he held my hand, the way he made me feel, he so often filled my heart with joy, but I also remembered every time he bashed someone’s head in for the club.
Kevin didn’t want to be the person he had become. He didn’t want to hurt people, but to stay loyal he had to. It was why we wanted to run away together. He wanted his freedom, but most of all he wanted to be able to be with me.
“I’m not ready to talk about it,” my voice was barely a whisper while the movie reel of my life with Kevin played out in my head. “Is that okay?” I asked with a sniffle.
