You Distract Me - S01 E41

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You Distract Me - S01 E41

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 41

Shayne

"I'm getting real fucking tired of everyone convincing me that I'm incapable of taking care of myself. I'll be back in a week," I snapped through the phone.

Sasha laughed in the background. "Even in your condition, you're able to sound like you've been denied of some kind of release. Do me a favor?"

"What?" I said coldly, still irritated by her weird and impeccable ability to read my moods.

"I won't bother you about completing your recovery if you make sure to get laid before you get back. And I have a feeling only one specific girl will be able to help you with that."

The shock of her words caused the exquisite cupcake I'd been gulfing down to skit over the wrong passageway. My coughing fit couldn't have confirmed Sasha's theory any better.

She responded by clicking off, no doubt with that stupid know-it-all smirk on her face. Fucking bitch was lucky I loved her to death.

"Goddammit," I cursed under my breath, tossing my phone on my bed.

The stubborn sleeve of my T-shirt was only making me angrier. Even after three weeks of being forcibly glued to the bed, the wound in my shoulder took the longest to heal, making it hard to use the full functionality of my right arm, even with the sling gone.

When I successfully finished getting dressed, I grabbed my phone and headed out my room and into my private lounge area.

Olivia was seated with a straight back on one of the couches, her slender fingers fumbling in her lap.

She was nervous. But I couldn't tell if it was the fact that this was the first time we were left alone ever since my wound reopened prior to my savage attack on her top; I hadn't touched her in three weeks. Or if it was the fact that she was going to meet her mother after the woman had suffered the loss of her daughter in vain.

My money was on the latter.

It'd taken three whole weeks for us to agree that it was time for her to finally let her mother know.

She looked startled when she found me standing at the door, as though she had been deep in thought. A deep blush immediately blossomed her bloodless cheeks.

She stood, and I couldn't help but let my eyes travel down her lush body. The sexy, nude-colored, knee-high dress clang to every dip and curve, making me dry in the mouth.

I met her eyes. "You ready?"

She nodded and gave me an optimistic smile, her shoulder length hair floating around her beautiful face.

Just when I thought my control would slip, she was the one to swiftly close the distance between us, her full round breasts crushing into my chest just as soon as our hungry mouths meet.

I ignored my body's agony from the impact and immediately wrapped her in my arms.

She circled her arms around my neck and brought me closer, even with the additional height of her strappy heels. My tongue delved past her lips just as hers darted out, our simultaneous moans filling the room.

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It wasn't a frantic kiss. This one was slow, deep and elaborate, a collision of emotions and unspoken words.

We pulled away a moment later, our rugged breaths mingling together.

"That was—that was... " She couldn't seem to find her words. "I think my heart just exploded."

I gave her a lopsided grin and had the pleasure of watching her eyes melt. Damn, I hadn't felt like this since... never.

"I adore you, Shayne West," she said, her heart in her eyes. "And I don't expect you to respond. I just wanted you to know that I have for a while now. It just took watching you almost die to realize it."

My heart flipped at her words. A mixture of panic and pure bliss battling for dominance.

I instead let amusement enter my eyes. "Adore, huh? What exactly do you adore about me? Is it my face? You tend to stare at it a lot."

She was smart. She saw right through my act, her gentle smile accompanying the poorly hidden sadness in her eyes. She chuckled dryly. "You look like I just declared my undying love to you, Shayne."

I watched her release herself from my hold and step away from me. "That's not—"

"Don't worry about it. How were the cupcakes?" I suspected the arms she folded in front of her indicated a barrier between us, one I'd put there all by myself.

But I had no idea why I was panicking. The most obvious reason would be that I didn't feel the same way.

I was too terrified to find a more palpable reason.

I cleared my throat. "They were fantastic, as usual. But I don't want you doing that anymore if it's still your way of making it up to me. I told you already, it's completely unnecessary."

"Until I'm positive that what happened to you isn't my fault, I won't. It's literally the only way I could ever pay you back."

I nodded. "Okay, if that's what you want. You ready?"

"I am." She picked up her purse and walked towards the door. It was easy to tell I'd put her in a less than happy mood, adding onto the nervousness of meeting her mother.

Man, I was such an asshole.

"Are you coming?"

I snapped out of my thoughts and headed for the door.

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"Please, he's had enough!"

My head snapped to the weeping woman at my side as we watched Jason Long get beaten to a pulp by a scarred and frightening-looking Byron. The man had healed like an animal, setting in the barbaric looking scar from his burns. He most especially came in handy when I needed someone warned.

What a good man.

We'd finally caught the bastard lawyer. Long had actually managed to reach the airport until one of the men I'd stationed there spotted the motherfucker trying to escape with his busty girlfriend. They'd been taken straight to one of our discreet warehouses.

Speaking of his busty girlfriend...

"Be quiet, woman. Your boyfriend deserves everything coming to him. I'd give him a taste of his own medicine myself, but I simply can't. Did you know he has a seven-months pregnant wife at home? He was going to leave her alone."

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The lack of remorse on her botched face made me suspect she'd known all along. Of course, why else would a woman fall for a purely idiotic man like Jason Long, unless she was an idiot herself. She had left her son behind after all. They were practically the same person.

"I may not worry about some pregnant bitch, but I don't go around ordering people to kidnap and nearly kill—maybe even straight up kill others. Who knows what kind of sicko you are?"

I swiftly grabbed her neck with my good hand, squeezing firmly.

She scratched at my wrist as her feet nearly hovered above the floor. "Just to clarify, I am a sicko, I'm not gonna lie. I have a few, maybe a lot of lives lost on my account, but it's specifically to do with sickos like you. Sickos that leave their kids to fend for themselves in a whorehouse." Her eyes widened, probably shocked that I'd found her son. "He's doing good by the way. He never needed you and I'll make sure he never does, I swear it. Fucking bitch."

I roughly let go of her, watching as she fell to the floor. It was impossible to tell if she was weeping for the custodial loss of her son, or the possible end of her miserable life. No doubt the latter.

I signalled for Byron to stop his assault and turned to one of my men. "Watch her."

I carried a metal chair and lifted a swollen and bloody faced Jason onto it. "How's it going, buddy?" I said, brushing some dirt off his shoulders.

He didn't respond to my polite inquisition. "Please, I've told you everything I know."

"No you haven't, my man. This is your last chance. Where is Oran Demir?"

"I told you, the last I heard from him was weeks ago, we cut ties."

"No way, a man like Oran Demir would never let you go alive, not with all the information you have. I went to pay him a visit, but found out he wasn't available, for two fucking weeks. I wonder who tipped him off."

"Well I-I—" Having already anticipated the bullshit I knew he'd start spewing, I pulled out my Beretta and aimed at his right leg, a split second before I pulled the trigger.

He screamed in agony, harmonizing with his girlfriend's high pitched scream. The chair toppled over with him as he clutched his leg to his chest. "You fucking bitch, you shot me!"

"Yeah, no shit."

I lifted him and placed him back on the chair, ordering one of my men to tie him to it.

"Okay, I'll tell you." With his hard breathing and slight sobs, I couldn't hear him too well.

"What was that?"

"I said I'll fucking tell you!" He screamed at my face.

I remained unfazed, smiling instead. "Excellent."

"He's in Belarus, that's all I know, I swear."

I believed him, for now.

"Thank you. One more question though. I need to know everything you know about Jonathan Ryans."

Severe shock formed on his face before he wiped it out, but I'd already figured out he was hiding something from me.

I aimed for his crotch.

"No, please!" he begged. "I don't know anything, I promise."

"I feel like you do! Tell me right now before I shoot off your fucking balls."

"For crying out loud, Shayne. Must you always be so messy?" A familiar voice said.

I briefly closed my eyes and turned to Sasha, her elegant outfit making her look ridiculously out of place in the unkempt warehouse.

Sasha had somehow figured out about my private life some few years ago, but she hadn't used it against me. She'd instead said as long as she wasn't affected, and Reyvox was an honest company, she was cool with it.

She only got involved when it came to anything that was affecting the company, and we needed my resources to rid of the problem. Jason Long and Oran Demir for example.

"What are you doing here, Sash? Aren't you supposed to be at work?"

"Aren't you supposed to be resting?"

I rolled my eyes. "I didn't tell you we caught him so that you'd come and see for yourself. I simply told you because you had to know. I got it under control."

"I don't doubt that one bit, baby. But while you had it under control, I received tons of juicy information."

I tucked the gun under my shirt. "Tell me."

We stood at a safe distance, out of hearing shot.

"I'll start with the least concerning one. Theo finally tracked where the picture had come from—the one with Olivia bent over your shoulder. Get this, the coordinates led him to a guy named Sawyer Davis. He lived in the same apartment as Olivia, before the fire. The guy's a real creep. See for yourself."

She pulled out a tablet from her bag, rapidly tapping here and there before giving it to me.

My eyes widened. "What's this supposed to be."

On the screen glaring at me were several pictures of incredibly beautiful women, some naked, some sleeping, some walking down the street, some simply having a morning coffee on their balconies. It was clear they were all unaware of the camera lens aiming at them.

"Theo found the gallery in the creep's encrypted computer. The guy has some sort of fetish that i can't figure out. Continue scrolling."

I did as she instructed and immediately tensed at what I saw.

Olivia.

There were tons of pictures of her, so so many that my skin crawled with unease. Thankfully, however, there wasn't any explicit picture of her. The only one that came close was a picture of her in a towel, fresh from a shower as she brushed her hair in her room. The balcony doors were wide open and the psychopath must have taken his only chance before she'd closed them. My God.

"Send me his address, I'll have to pay the guy a visit sometime. As long as he's not a threat to Olivia he's good for now. What else did you want to tell me?"

"We couldn't find much on this one, but what we did find was quite captivating. There's a connection between Oran Demir, Loretta Montgomery, Jason Long and Ruby Sambers."

My body tensed. "Ruby?"

"Unfortunately, yes. I've always known that bitch was crazy."

"Is that all?"

"Yeah, I just wish you'd let us find out more about the bomb and the shootdown. Even the package, after you abruptly told us to stop."

"That area is not your concern, Sash. I want you safe." I kissed her forehead and ordered someone to escort her out.

Jason Long was of no use to me anymore, what I wanted would only come from Oran Demir, Loretta Montgomery and Ruby. Those were the main pieces I wanted within my grasp.

I turned to Jason, and before he could react to the look he saw on my face, I retrieved the Beretta and aimed for his head, pulling the trigger.