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Ihold my best friend'shand on the way to the hospital. The EMT sets up an IV drip and attaches a blood pressure cuff around Oakley's arm. I don't take my eyes off him the whole ride. I'll be damned if he dies on the way because I missed something vital that could have saved him.
As soon as the back door opens, I jump out, the files now tucked away and hidden in the back of my pants. Nobody will get their hands on them until we have had the chance to look them over. They almost got my best friend and girl killed. The question is, did the stalker start the fire because it was their only chance to take out both Lady and Lord, or did they know that Oakley and Lina were after evidence?
I pull at my hair in frustration as I pace the waiting room. The hospital staff wouldn't let me go back with them when they pushed Oakley through the set of double doors; a sign saying 'Authorized Personnel Only' hung from the door.
About five minutes later, Chief Morin, my Lovely Lina, and Fynn burst into the room. Lina throws herself into my arms, and I hold her tightly. Burying my face into her neck, I can smell the acrid scent of smoke as it lingers on her skin and clothing. I pull away and examine her.
“Are you sure you're okay? You should be looked over, Lina. You took in a lot of smoke.”
“I'm fine...”
“No,” I shake my head and then turn to Fynn, “Will you get a nurse to come in and look her over?”
“Yeah, of course,” Fynn states before walking out.
“Jett, I'm fine,” Lina whines, “I stood by the window most of the time after the smoke started rolling in under the door.”
I make her sit in a chair and take the seat beside her. Chief Morin stands guard by the door as though we will take off. Taking her hand, I kiss her knuckles, “Tell me, Lina, how did they have time to start the fire? Were the files not in the drawer? Did you have to go looking for them?”
The pink flush that rises on my Lovely Lina's face should speak for itself, but I insist she tells me. She looks over at the Police Chief and then leans closer to me, “Oakley and I, we sort of...you know.”
I don't want to assume anything, and I don't give a fuck if Fynn's uncle is standing a few feet away; I need clarification. When Lina tries turning her head again, I take her chin and hold it firmly, “What about you and Oakley, Lina? Don't make me guess.”
Lina glares at me as she straightens in the chair, and with a bit of attitude, she spills it all out, “We got each other off, okay! Is that what you wanted to hear? We christened my father's office, and while doing so, it gave the fucker time to set the reception area on fire. There now you and the Police Chief know. Your little slut was too busy getting off for one of her Lords to notice anything amiss!”
She tries getting up, but I yank her back down, “You will not talk to me in that tone, Lovely. I'm only trying to understand how this happened. There is nothing shameful about getting off or where you're getting off, but we need to know everything if we are going to find the person who did this.”
“He's right,” Tyler states and walks over to us, “I had my fun back in the day and probably would have done the same thing as the two of you horn balls,” he chuckles, “But the fact remains that someone is trying to hurt you, and we can't catch them without all the facts.”
Lina nods, “Nobody was there when we showed up,” she begins, “I had texted my father, and he said he would be in a meeting, but Ms. Davis wasn't there either. She must have been at lunch. We were supposed to be in and out, but apparently, we were still worked up from earlier.”
She looks at me, and I understand exactly what she means. I grin, “So, you went in and..?”
Lina sighs, “Oakley went straight to my father's desk and retrieved the files. I was then instructed to get on my knees.”
I'm starting to get hard just listening to her retell how my best friend made her suck his cock, “Go on...”
“I don't think I need to repeat every action. Suffice it to say, I blew Oakley, and then it was my turn to be pleasured. When we were done, I was the first to smell the smoke. Oakley went to the door and felt that it was warm, so we knew we couldn't leave the way we came.”
“Catalina,” Tyler jumps in, “Was there anything else that may have stood out to you while in your father's office?”
Her forehead crinkles, “No, why do you ask?”
The Chief shrugs, “No reason, just wondering if anything else was out of place.”
“Not that I was aware of. The only thing I found strange was that Ms. Davis wasn't at her desk. She never leaves the office while my father is in meetings.”
“Hm, are you sure?” Tyler asks.
“Yes, I'm sure. She's supposed to be there in case a student needs something, and my father isn't there to help.” A phone buzzes with an incoming call, and I watch as Lina pulls her phone out, “Speak of the devil; it's my dad.”
“Answer it,” I tell her.
“Hey, Dad...” she puts the call on speakerphone.
“What in the hell happened, Catalina? My office burns down, and I'm told that you were seen climbing out the window and that Oakley was taken to the hospital from falling! You better start explaining, young lady!”
“Oh, you can't call me after the guys saved me when I was kidnapped and stabbed, but you can call me when your precious office burns up? Go to hell, Dad. I don't have to tell you anything.”
