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“No, I don’t need anything.” She smiled. “I’m fine. Stop worrying so much.”
“I can’t help it.”
She gently kissed my lips. Before I could deepen the kiss, the television caught both of our attention.
Taylor, this has just come into the news center. This is breaking news from the police department. Oakland PD has announced the death of Congressman Thomas Williams. According to reports, the congressman has been found dead from an apparent drug overdose at a local motel in downtown Oakland, California.
Oya gripped my hand, but her eyes remained transfixed on the screen.
According to Oakland Police officials, Congressman Williams was found deceased today along with an unidentified female at a local hotel.
She gasped, gripping my hand tighter.
The police are approaching this investigation carefully, but initial reports are that both Congressman Williams and the unidentified woman apparently died from a drug overdose. An employee of the hotel who doesn’t want to be named, and who allegedly found the bodies has told our very own Manny Cruz that the room where the congressman was found was littered with condoms, alcohol, drugs, and drug paraphernalia. The lead detective on the case said they will be making no statements until they’ve notified the next of kin. We will provide you with an update when we learn more.
I turned the television off. I wondered how Messina was going to handle Williams’ body. He must have paid the police and coroner off because there was no way in hell those bullet holes could have been covered up without pockets being padded.
“Did you do this?” she asked.
“No. A Sinner’s associate made it look like an overdose. Once I killed him, I went to you.”
“So, nothing’s going to happen to you?”
I pulled her into my arms, then hugged her tightly, kissing her forehead. Since I told her that I had killed him, she’d been terrified I was going back to prison. I tried to reassure her everything was under control, but she had a hard time believing it.
“Nope. You’re stuck with me,” I said trying to break up the sullen mood. I didn’t want her worrying about me, but I couldn’t say that it didn’t make me feel so fucking good that she cared.
Her cell phone rang, and she sighed. “That’s probably Andrew,” she said, standing up.
“Give him my condolences.”
She arched her brow.
“He was an asshole who deserved to die, but that’s still his father.”
Of course, I wasn’t going to miss the motherfucker and I did what I needed to do but I wasn’t that much of an asshole that I couldn’t feel sorry for his son. Who just so happens to be a good fucking guy.
She nodded and walked towards the kitchen.
I laid my head back against the couch and closed my eyes. Shit had been non-stop with the shop, Oya, and the club. We hadn’t had a break in a long time. Maybe I could get Oya to go on a vacation. We both needed a break.
My phone buzzed and I opened my eyes, picked it up, and groaned when I saw the message from Reaper. I tossed the phone back on the table just as Oya sat back down on the couch beside me.
She squeezed my thigh. “What’s wrong?”
I sighed. “Just got a message from my brother. My Ma wants us all at the house in the next few minutes.”
“Is anything wrong?”
“Probably something dealing with my father. It always has something to do with him.”
“Drew asked a ton of questions, but I didn’t tell him what happened.”
I nodded. Something had been weighing on me since everything happened. I needed to know if she wanted this to continue. She was my everything, but I needed to know if her feelings changed for me since I killed him.
I knew she cared for me. I didn’t question that. But I did kill her ex, no matter the circumstances. I needed to know if she could deal with that. Would she still look at me as the same person?
“Are we good?”
