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I manage to untangle her arm from my waist and grab a pair of sweats from the floor. Moving to the window, I stay out of line of sight, but manage to peek at the road. A truck sits across the street, facing my house. I don’t recognize it and I doubt any of my neighbors would have company in the middle of the night.
Creeping from the bedroom I keep my feet light on the stairs. The hair on the back of my neck stands on end, and the feeling of not being alone fills my senses. I reach for the kitchen lights right as a blow lands on my arm.
“Fuck,” I yell from the impact and brace as a body, dressed in black starts to attack. We fight and things go flying off the table, the kitchen counter tops. My worst fear though comes to life when Becca appears at the top of the stairs, wearing only my t-shirt and she’s holding a gun.
“Stop!” She yells, and my mind is already going frantic because she’s inserted herself in the middle. The lights go on and sure enough, that asshat, Adam uses it to his advantage.
I’m pulled into him, and out of nowhere he brings a gun to my head. “Calm down, man.” I plead with him.
“Shut the hell up,” He grits out, his eyes trained on Becca. “I knew you’d be here. You sold me out to Dimitri and ran to your ass over to your boyfriend thinking he’d save you. You worthless bitch!”
“I didn’t have to sell you out to Dimitri, Adam. You managed that on your own when your plan blew up and made the national news,” Becca responds, and I want to recoil from the way her words sound. Robotic, cold and calculating. Fear zips through my heart that maybe I was wrong after all. Maybe the chief and I were both played and we let a snake into our town. No. My heart refuses to believe that the girl who cares so much about family, this town, memories, old buildings and pineapple in her calzone would be this heartless.
“He wouldn’t have known if you had been better at doing your job. I’m not going down alone, princess. You think you can take over my spot? Over my dead body. Or, rather, your boyfriend's body.”
Becca’s hands move in surrender. “Fine. Okay. Let's leave. We can talk, I’ll find a way to make Dimitri hear us. But you have to let him go. If anyone else dies here, we’ll be even more fucked.”
“Becca,” I start to say but Adam’s arm pulls tighter against my windpipe, and my words cut off.
“Shut up, asshole,” He grits against the side of my face. I can feel his chest rising and falling rapidly. He isn’t in control right now, and that makes him dangerous, unhinged.
Becca’s eyes move to me but only for a second. I could almost have imagined it. “Adam. Let him go.”
“Put down your gun,” He orders. I see her hesitate before she starts to lower it. I shake my head in his grip. If she does, we’ll both be at his mercy, and something tells me he has no plans to let us both go.
Becca lays her gun on the ground right as I use my entire body weight to round on this guy. His gun goes off, sparks fly from my chandelier, right as another shot is fired. Adam’s body crumples behind me.
“Rome,” Becca is at my side, her hands holding my waist, “You need to lie down. Please.” Tears fill her eyes and I’m so confused. Thats when I feel the burn in my side. I touch it with my fingers and they come away covered in blood. “You’ve been shot, you need to lie down so I can call 9-1-1.”
I do as she says. Becca grabs a cell phone from inside her bra and flips it open. I haven’t seen a phone like that in years, I think to myself as she dials a number.
“Number.”
“Agent 18363.”
“Go ahead.”
“This is Isolde Mariata. I’m at 24 Griswold St. I have a male, mid-twenties, shot in the right abdomen. Also DOA on Adam Lamott.”
“You breaking your cover, agent?”
“I’m asking for extraction, yes.”
The lone goes dead and Becca—or Isolde’s eyes find mine. She grabs a towel from the drawer and holds it against my wound. Tears flicker in her sapphire eyes, and suddenly I don’t care who she is, or why we’re here. She asked for a fucking extraction and I refuse to let her go.
“I’m so sorry, Roman,” She whispers. The silence of the room is suddenly deafening considering the fight and gunshots.
I shake my head, and touch her cheek with my hand, “I get it now. Isolde?”
She nods her head to confirm even though she won’t speak the words yet. “I lied to you about many things, but just know every time we were together, that was me. The real me.”
I feel like she’s saying goodbye and I realize she probably is. When they take me away to the hospital I won’t have more time with her. “Don’t leave.”
“I won’t have a choice,” She mutters.
In the distance I can hear the sirens getting closer to my house. I need to tell her I’m falling in love with her. I reach for her, my hand circling her wrist where she’s putting pressure on my wound. “Then come back. Do whatever you need to do, but come back. Or…I’ll come to you.”
Her brow rises, “You’d come to Atlanta?”
