by Kara Hart
Louisiana is hot, muggy, and full of dark mystery. It takes hours to get there, which means hours of silence with Adam. Finally, when we’re close, he turns and asks me a revealing question.
“Who wrote that letter?” he asks.
“Excuse me?” I laugh at the absurdity of the question.
“I just mean, it’s pretty good timing right?” he asks.
“What are you insinuating?” I ask him, turning grim. We turn off our lights when we get close and start driving a little slower. We park the car a block away and prepare to head out on foot.
“Nothing at all,” he says. “Forget I said anything.”
There are noises everywhere. Crickets, winged bugs, croaking gators… Louisiana always gave me the creeps, but it’s these parts that especially freak me out. As we walk up to the sheltered cabin, I hold my breath.
We get to the front door and move into position. I motion with my hands, keeping my pistol out. My heart is beating wildly. I motion. “1-2-3-” And we bust the door open, moving in.
We’ve got men with high-powered rifles, dressed in the nicest swat outfits our taxpayers can buy. “Craig Richardson!” I scream, holding my gun out. I look through the night vision goggles and see movement in one of the rooms. The door is open. “Down on the ground!” I scream.
He aims his pistol at me and I fire twice. One bullet clearly hits his abdomen, while the other hits his chest. He hits the ground fast and our men move in to arrest the bastard. It all happens so fast and I’m left, leaning against the wall, catching my breath. I’m dizzy with fear. I almost just lost my life. Worst of all, I almost lost the chance to have another day with Virginia.
“We need a medic,” I say.
“They’re on their way,” an officer says. I close my eyes and somehow, I know Adam is staring at me. I may have just killed our suspect and that doesn’t look too good.
Virginia
I’m sitting at my favorite coffee shop, the one I went to the day after the crime. It’s been a long time since I’ve let myself go out like this, but I need more information on what happened last night. The radio let me know that Craig was caught, but when I got here, all of the news networks were saying that he’s dead.
“…shot down by Warren Marshall…” were the first words that I heard. It hit me like a ton of bricks. I can’t believe it. Craig is dead? Why? But I already know why. He was already on his last leg. No doubt, he came out firing.
Now, however, I’m learning that he’s still alive. He’s in critical condition. I call Marshall, but he doesn’t answer. Instead, another guy does. “This is Adam, Marshall’s partner. Who’s calling?” he asks.
“I’m, uh, his girlfriend,” I say. “Where’s Marshall. Is he alright? I just the saw news.”
“Oh, his girlfriend. We haven’t met yet, though I’m curious. How can a woman fall for a guy like him?” he asks.
“Excuse me?” I blurt out. Already, it’s obvious this guy is not someone I want to be talking to, but I keep myself on the line because I need Marshall. I need to know that he’s okay.
“It’s a joke. Er, sorry,” he says. “He’s pretty busy right now, but if you’d like to come in, you’re more than welcome to.”
“I’ll be there in less than an hour,” I find myself saying.
“Good, good. We’ll talk then. Thanks, uh…”
“It’s Virginia,” I say. “Goodbye.”
I hang up the phone and run out the door. I get to the station in fifteen minutes. I shouldn’t be anywhere near here, but there’s so much I need to find out. What happened in there? Is Craig really alive? I have to admit, I don’t want him to die. Even if he does hold the power to give me up, I don’t have it in me to wish someone to die.
At that station, all eyes are on me. It’s quiet in there, somber even. “Wait over here,” the FBI guy says to me. “Marshall’s busy right now, but he’ll be out soon enough.”
Another man, younger than everybody, walks over to me and sits down. “Virginia, right?” he smiles and extends his hand toward me. “Adam. I’m Marshall’s sidekick.”
“Sidekick?” I laugh. “Is that the official term?”
“It sounds better than saying partner,” he laughs a little with me. I nod and there’s a long silence where we both stare at the wall in front of us. “Pretty crazy stuff, right? Shootouts, bank robberies, and now the feds are involved. I sure didn’t expect any of this when I applied to work for the department.”
“Must be exciting.” I wonder if he’s on to me. After hearing what Marshall said about the exes, I think it’s safe to say he has a hunch. But how? Because of what Elroy said during his interrogation?
“It’s a little exciting. I’m not going to lie. But I’m praying that kid doesn’t die in there,” he says. “He did some pretty bad stuff, but no one deserves to die like that.”
“Yeah, but Marshall was just defending himself, right?” I ask, wondering what he’s getting at.
“Yeah, of course,” he smiles. “Even if he didn’t, I think we all are prone to making mistakes in the heat of the moment. It can be pretty terrifying out there.”
I just nod and keep to myself. Whatever he wants can’t benefit me. “Right before all of this, we got a mysterious letter from the woman who helped commit those robberies,” he finally says. Here it is…
“Yeah, I heard about that on the news,” I say.
“It’s odd. Why would they write to Marshall? Why make it so personal?” he asks.
“I’m not a detective,” I say. “I really don’t know. He is the leading guy on the case, right?”
“Yeah, I suppose that’s why,” he says, stopping himself. Of course, he can’t help but finish his thought. “Do you know anyone close to Marshall who might be involved in this? An ex-girlfriend or something?”
“Am I interrupting something?” The words come from a familiar voice. It’s that deep, gruff voice I’ve come to know and love.
“Marshall!” Adam jumps from his seat. “Your girlfriend came to see you.”
“Keeping her company?” he asks him.
Adam awkwardly stuffs his hands in his pockets and says, “Just introducing myself. Wasn’t I?” he looks at me.
“Something like that,” I say. “Can you talk? Outside.”
“I’ve got 30 minutes. Let’s get some food,” he smiles. I’ve missed that smile so fucking much.
Outside, we don’t even talk. He simply wraps his arms around me and stares longingly into my eyes. “I dream about you every night,” he says.
“I’ve missed your touch, Marshall. I’ve missed everything about you. When is this all going to end? I’m dreaming about Mexico,” I say.
He glances back at the station. “Soon, hopefully,” he says. “Hey, can I talk to you about something?”
My heart jumps, but I nod. “Anything,” I say. Somehow, I feel ready. If he asks me about the robberies, I’m going to come clean. I can’t live with this weight anymore.
“I’m thinking about quitting the department,” he says. “Now, before you say anything, I want to tell you that I’ve been thinking long and hard about this. I don’t see a bright future if I stay here. There was a time when being a police officer meant things for me. Now, it doesn’t give me much joy. I hate saying that aloud, but I want to live a simpler life. I want more time with you, Vi. I hope I’m not rushing things here by saying any of this.”
“Marshall,” I try to find the words. “I was so mixed up before I found you. You’ve given me purpose, real purpose in this life. I love you so much. I don’t care what job you have. Just do what you love and I’ll be happy.”
Our lips meet and the weight of our passion knocks me against the station’s walls. He brings me to the side and suddenly, my hands are under his shirt, feeling his strength. He grows hard against me and I have the biggest desire to fall to my knees right here, despite the fact that there are at least 20 cops inside.
“Not here,” he says. “Tonight. I’ll sneak away.”
“Won’t that Adam guy get mad? Aren’t you supposed to be here all night?” I ask him, out of breath. My lips taste like him. Every time I breathe, I can smell him. He smells like confidence.
“Fuck him,” he says. “He can stay and be their pawn. I’m done breaking my back for them.”
“Okay, tonight then. But where?” I ask him.
“At the bar we met,” he says. “They won’t think to look for me there.”
We kiss one last time. My body flutters with excitement. I feel electrified. But behind all my excitement is the knowing that this may be it. Whether Craig lives or dies is beside the point. My conscience won’t allow me to lie anymore. I have to tell him who I am. I have to let him know.
Marshall
It’s not hard to leave the place every now and then. It is hard to get Adam out of the way before I do it. Lucky for me, Freddie gives him the task of watching over Craig at the hospital, something that Adam is not happy about.
“Good luck,’ I say to him as he leaves the station.
“Yeah, yeah,” he replies back. “Laugh it up.”
Surprisingly, he’s been okay the rest of the day. Maybe his talk with Vi set the record straight a little bit. Maybe now he knows we’ve got absolutely nothing to do with this thing. Either way, I don’t dwell on it too much. I’m just excited to sneak out and see my girl.
When I get to the bar, I quickly change out of my old clothes and put on a nice suit. I don’t normally dress this nice, but I figure it’s a nice enough occasion. I see her walk in front of my car and I tap on the glass, smiling big. I jump out of the car, run, and pick her up into my arms.
“Marshall!” she squeals. “Put me down.”
She laughs as I set her down. “God, I’ve had the worst day!” I exclaim. “Been looking forward to this for hours now.”
“You look really good,” she says, biting her lip. “Like, really good. I didn’t know you wear suits.”
“I’m feeling pretty good,” I say. “Just knowing I’ll be out of the department at the end of the year is like a huge weight off my shoulder, you know? I just have to figure out what’s next.”
“Whatever it is, I support you,” she says. It’s the craziest thing. I somehow met the best woman in the world.
We both walk in the bar, our hands intertwined, and everyone inside is in good spirits. It’s like our emotions have rubbed off on the world. I order two drinks for us at the bar, and try to find a table once they’re poured. “I don’t want to talk about all the crap we’ve been dealing with,” I finally tell her. “Tonight, I just want to be close to you.”
We sit down at a booth in the back and she sits very close to me. Her thigh comes across mine as she says, “Then be close to me.”
She slides up on my lap and very quickly I understand what she’s getting at. She grinds her hips backward and my cock twitches until it’s fully hard. I watch as she reaches back and pulls her panties halfway down her ass, with just enough space for me.
“You didn’t get to cum the other night,” she whispers. “You must be aching.”
“I’m fucking dying,” I say, heart pumping strong and steady. I cup my palm around her ass and feel her soft skin. I squeeze and have to catch my breath. She’s smoking hot and I want her more than anything at this moment. How could I have ever doubted her? She’s a fucking angel.
I slide my fingers in between her legs, under her ass, and feel her pussy. “I’m so wet,” she smiles. “Sorry about your suit.”
“Fuck my suit,” I say, unzipping my pants hurriedly. I carefully pull my cock out. We’re sheltered enough back here and everyone’s got their attention on the football game on the television anyway. Just for the record: I don’t give a fuck if anyone’s watching right now.
She leans forward and grabs my cock in her hand. She moves her wrist up and down, up and down, until she slides her pussy over it. “There we go,” she moans.
“This is crazy,” I say, running my hand through her hair. I grab a fistful of it and start thrusting upward. The whole table starts to shake, but still, no one is looking our way.
“I want you so bad,” she says.
“My Virginia,” I whisper. “Vi…”
Thrusting, grasping, pumping, and searching for our lost selves, we find our completely unordinary lust. We tune out the bar. They’re ordinary and boring to us. They sit and let their lives dole out on a daily basis, while love like ours is all around them.
I’m not a poetic man, but Virginia makes me want to write a thousand books on the word love. Her hands fall to my thighs and she turns her cheek to the left, enough for our lips to meet. This woman is like a wildfire, turning hot only for me. I love that about her. Deep down, she’s a hesitant and methodical woman. Yet, with me, she’s willing to do anything.
“I would do anything for you,” I whisper.
It’s true. I would do anything at this point just to have her forever. Her lips, her legs, her beautiful ass… these are the things I want to end up with. Money, a career, the stress coming from those around me are things I want to do away with. I want to be free, for once in my life. She’s giving me that chance by opening up a door inside me I can’t close now.
This is bad, an inner voice says to me. Only, I don’t care how much this ruins me anymore. I’m not going to run away from this, from her.
“Anything?” she whispers.
I spin her around so that she’s facing me. Her legs are straddled around my waist, in the darkened booth. The back of the bar is empty save for us, and a loud pinball machine. She keeps kissing me, over and over again. Lips are sucking, tongues are sliding, and our hands can’t stop touching. Her body is a fucking temple that I never get sick of exploring.
“Anything,” I say. “I promise.”
Her breathing is hushed, yet strained. As the sound rises, so does our body temperature. Our eyes open as the warmth inside us grows. “I think I’m going to cum,” she whispers.
“Cum for me, darling,” I whisper back.
Her cheek falls against my face, as she struggles to hold on. Her skin smells like sweet candy, roses, and something innocent that I can’t quite put my finger on. I take her all in, kissing her neck, and tasting her skin. I want to consume her. I want to dive into her and never come back. I want to fall into her endlessly.
“Please,” she whispers. “Don’t ever leave me. Don’t ever let me go.”
“I won’t, Virginia. I could never be without you,” I say.
My hand runs down her back, falling across the back of her ass. I hold her close to me, feeling the dull thud of her heart beating against her chest.
“I mean it,” she says. “Whatever happens. Whatever we find out about each other. We can’t let it ruin what we have now. This is much too important to me now.”
My heart swells. I couldn’t leave her if I tried. Her warmth envelops me. Her pussy closes in on my cock, as I pound it over and over. I crush my lips to hers and I’m free. I’m fucking free. “Nothing can ruin this,” I whisper. “Nothing.”
“I’m… cumming…” she says with an absent smile. “I love you, Warren Marshall.”
We both let the world around us fade away. Endless waves of pure feeling and emotion flow throughout our bodies, as we both let everything go. Our hands tear at our clothes and our lips slide across each cheek. Her nose. My God, her perfect nose. I kiss it. I kiss everything I can see. Everything is so frantic, yet nothing is rushed.
When I open my eyes, she’s staring at me. Her cheeks are rosy red and she’s breathing heavy, smiling. Her eyes shine against the light, green as emeralds. “I’m sorry, Marshall,” she whispers.
“Never be sorry,” I said. “What could you possibly be sorry for?”
She kisses me one more time, lips forcefully glued to one another. A single tear falls from her eye and I’m stunned by her beauty. “I really fucked up,” she whispers. “Fuck.”
“Vi, what’s going on?” I ask. She stays on my lap, as more tears
start to fall down her face. Something doesn’t feel right. Things are starting to feel very wrong. I don’t want this to end. “Are you breaking up with me?” I ask.
“No,” she admits.
“Then why does it feel like this is the end?” I ask her, grasping at straws. I’m trying to pick up the pieces of something I’m unsure is broken. Answers… I need answers.
“God, Marshall,” she says. “All I wanted was to be with you forever. What we have is so pure. It’s eternal.”
“Never let go of it,” I kiss her. “Please don’t.”
“I wanted to run away with you. I wanted to do so many things. But I can’t keep holding in this dark secret forever. You have to know who I really am,” she says. “If I keep you in the dark forever, I’ll hate myself.”
It’s at this point, I start to realize what she’s saying. This dark secret… I was wrong all along. Everything starts to slow down and I give a strangled, “No,” as the world around me morphs into something terrible and looming.
“I’m the one you’ve been looking for,” she says. “I was with Craig and Elroy.”
I feel sick. No, I feel angry. Sad. My brain ticks through the number of horrible emotions a man can go through, and eventually I’m left feeling absolutely numb. “You? How could you?” I whisper, unable to even look at her.
“Please, Marshall. Look at me. Don’t turn away from me now,” she pleads. “Please!” her voice sounds sharp and distant. It’s begging, like a hurt animal on the side of the road. Only, I’m the one who’s been blindsided by this whole thing, not her. And right now, I’m left bleeding out on the guardrail. All eyes fall on me. At least, that’s how it feels. Truth is, the world doesn’t care. It keeps going on and on, while I fade away.
“You,” I repeat, unable to form a coherent sentence. I look down at her legs. I imagine the pantyhose wrapped tightly against her skin. I can picture the indents from the pattern, how she ran in them, as she stole all that money. “Why’d you do this to me? You played me like a deck of cards.”
