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If I was found out, that’d be the fastest ticket back to the Don’s compound, and I was doing everything I could to stay out of there. Always fight the inevitable, that’s my motto.
I tried sending PC Pain a message, just to make sure she was okay after Rocket’s arrest, because if she was the cop he’d punched, I’d fucking kill him. I’d rip him to shreds while he was still breathing, just so I could hear his fucking screams.
The message was returned ‘unsent’, meaning she had me blocked, and that pissed me off, so I opened up a text messaging app on my tablet, and typed in her number.
Me:I know you blocked me, but I heard about Rocket’s arrest. Did he hurt you?
I knew it was a huge fucking risk for me to check in on her, but the idea of her wearing bruises caused by him, or any other fucker, was eating at me. I had to know she was okay, and I was starting to realise that if she ignored me now, I’d turn up on her fucking doorstep until she spoke to me.
Unknown:I’m uninjured. Thanks for checking. You shouldn’t be messaging me though.
Fuck that. This tiny fucking connection to her had my heart racing in my chest, and my blood pumping all the way down to you know where. I wanted to be inside her right this fucking second, and knowing I couldn’t was torture.
Me:This is untraceable. I just needed to know you were okay, little pain. I’ll stay away like you asked.
Fuck me, even saying that felt like jabbing knives into my chest. When the hell did she become so important to me? When exactly did she burrow so deep into my fucking soul, that being without her was like being carved up from the inside. Fuck it. I had to see her.
Me:I’m booking a hotel under a fake ID. Meet me there in an hour. Tell no-one. I need to see you.
I was already finding the nearest hotel when she replied.
Unknown:That’s a bad idea.
Me:I need to fucking see you. NOW.
Unknown:Because you’re horny? That’s not my problem.
Me:Because I need to fucking see you with my own eyes. To see that you’re fucking okay. We don’t need to do anything but talk. I’ll text you the address and room number. Please.
She made me wait so long that I’d had a booking confirmation emailed through while I was still waiting to hear. It was pretty much going to waste if she refused, but I was willing to take the chance.
Unknown:Okay.
Well hell, I deserved that. Right?
Jamie
It surprised me tohear from Grease, especially since I had his number blocked, and with me not being on social media with a name you’d recognise. Perks of being a police officer. Don’t invite strangers into your life, digitally or otherwise, because it’s not safe. Still, somehow Grease got around that, well, I guess having a spare phone covers that issue just fine. I figured I’d just block this new number after he‘sees me with his own eyes’. What the hell did that even mean, anyway? I told him I was fine. Why did he need to see me to know that for sure? Just how bad a guy was this Rocket asshole? Maybe he was literally some kind of psycho or something. I figured he was just a prick.
Why did I shower and dress like I was going out on a date? I had no idea, but it seemed like the polite thing to do. We weren’t going to have sex. He’d said that, and I was going to cling firmly to that fact. Sex would only complicate things further.
I checked the message on my phone, and headed into the hotel, eyeing the reception desk and wondering if I was supposed to check in there, or just go up. What if they thought I was a prostitute if I just went up there? Was this the kind of hotel where that happened? It was the nicer one of the two in town, but I’d never been here.
“Can I help you, miss?” I turned to see a hotel employee standing behind me, with a kind smile on her face.
“Oh. Sorry. I was just wondering if I should take the lift or the stairs. My b… boyfriend booked us into room 202.”
Why did I stutter like that? It sounded like a lie now, but wasn’t it exactly that? He wasn’t my boyfriend. We weren’t together. Ugh. It was such a mess.
The hotel lady nodded, and pointed at the lifts. “It’s just up on floor two, and to the left of the lifts.”
Duh, like I couldn’t figure out that a room starting with a two would be on floor two. No, the real problem was the way she looked at me, like she thought I was some kind of hooker.
“I’m not a whore!” I snapped before I could stop myself. Wow, way to attract unwanted attention to yourself!
The lift opened, and I saw a welcome sight, or maybe an unwelcome one. I don’t know.
“Are you coming, little pain? I ordered dinner for us.”
