Page 15 of No Escape
Or was there something to what she was getting at?
Reaching the store, I grabbed a handbasket as I stepped inside and began my hunt for food for the evening and snacks for tomorrow’s drive.
It was no secret that lots of the goings-on in Hollywood was sketchy as fuck. So how much of it was real and how much of it was complete and utter horseshit? I’d done my research on her and her cohorts before setting out to apprehend her. A number of the people she associated with led questionable lives.
Heading for the produce section I tossed a couple of peaches into the basket. Some sandwiches from the deli department. A cheese and crackers tray. She liked to eat healthy food, but this was a road trip to take her ass to jail, not a five-star resort, so she’d need to make do with what I got her or starve.
Finishing with my grocery shopping, I made my way to the checkout and got in line behind three other people. For the first time in my life, I scanned the magazines and tabloids. She was on several covers. The fashion magazine had her in some strange red and black garment that didn’t look the least bit practical or comfortable. Pretty sure they called it high fashion. In my opinion you’d have to be high to agree to wear such ridiculous outfits.
The other three were gossip magazines. Two had her mug shots on the cover and one had a headline advertising that she was on the run. The dangerous and cunning actress turned drug smuggler.
Just reading the headline, in conjunction with what she had said last night sprang doubts in my mind. Maybe she had been set up? Why? I couldn’t say.
I gave my head a shake, it wasn’t any of my concern.
My job was to bring her in—nothing more or less. The agency had already been informed that I had her in custody and en route. Her fate was sealed.
“She’s fucking hot, right?”
Lifting a brow, I glanced from the magazine that I’d been caught staring at and to the young man in front of me. He was perhaps twenty.
“Yeah, she’s quite beautiful.”
“Junkie or not, I’d give her a go,” he nudged me with his elbow. “You get me?”
Chuckling, I nodded. “Oh, I get ya. Couldn’t agree more.”
To my surprise, my dick jerked in my jeans at the thought of her handcuffed to the bed and me sliding into her warm, moist core. The dude in front of me would probably cream his pants if he saw her in my room right now.
The line seemed to take forever to get through, but once the groceries were paid for and bagged, I hurried back across the street and to the room. She’d be pissed. She’d wanted to come with me, but her out in public was a recipe for disaster.
“Honey, I’m home,” I announced cheerfully, knowing it would piss her off. I liked getting under her skin a little bit. A part of me loved seeing her get feisty, not to mention she was as sexy as fuck when she was pissed.
She didn’t reply. She was too engrossed in whatever she was watching on television.
My brow furrowed as I stared at her for another moment.
Her lips were slightly parted and she was staring at the screen as if she’d seen a ghost.
Placing the brown paper bag of groceries on the desk, I went to sit on the bed next to her. “What’s so interesting?”
Looking up at the screen, my mouth dropped open as well.
On the screen was arguably the most powerful man in Hollywood—a director and producer. He was in handcuffs on his knees with several Homeland Security officers standing over him.
Flashing on the bottom of the screen was the headline.
Live: The home of legendary director and producer, Aaron Ramsay raided by Homeland Security.
There were dozens of Homeland Security officers, all in full tactical gear, rushing across the grounds of his home. Several other people, unidentifiable from the camera angle, were also on their knees in the grass several feet from Aaron.
“Holy shit. Is that…?”
She nodded. “That’s Aaron Ramsay. Sebastian is also there, just to his left. It’s hard to tell, but it’s him.”
We both watched in stunned silence for the next half an hour until the coverage ended with all those arrested being piled into the back of a black van and being driven away.
Turning to look at her, I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts and make sense of it all.
