Knocked Up by Brother's Best Friend

by Amy Brent

  I didn’t waste any time. As soon as I got in I closed the door behind me and started looking around. I wasn’t entirely sure yet what I was looking for but I’d done this job enough to know that there was more going on here than it first seemed. And I hated not knowing.

  The last thing I wanted to do was get myself in some sort of trouble for not doing my homework. Knowledge was power in job. The more knowledge I had, the more power.

  I tossed the place as carefully as I could while still being thorough. I didn’t want Mr. Bad Guy to know that I’d been through his stuff while he was gone. But the more I searched, the less I found.

  Nothing in the room even looked touched. Every lamp, every knick knack and doily, every item was exactly in its place. The drawers of the dresser were empty as were the closet. The end table held a stack of books that obviously hadn’t even been cracked open and the bed was made crisply and neatly.

  “Come on, Mr. Baddie. There has to be something here you don’t want me to find.” I clicked my tongue in annoyance as I glanced around the room, knowing that I was running out of time. “If I were a piece of incriminating evidence, where would I be?”

  I took a step back, almost ready to give up and get back to my own rooms when I saw it. There. The chair in front of the desk. I could see the imprints in the carpet from the feet pressing into the fibers but it was just slightly off.

  “Not as perfect as you think you are, buddy.” I pulled the chair back, going over drawers I had already looked in, dropping to my knees so I could feel on the underside of each one. I paused as my hands passed over a texture that shouldn’t be there.

  “Bingo.”

  It took a little bit of work to pry up the large envelope that had been taped the underside of the desk but after a moment I held it in my hands. I was surprised to see they were trembling, with trepidation or excitement I wasn’t quite sure but I didn’t let it slow me down. I flipped open the flap on the back and emptied the contents onto the desk.

  It took me a minute to realize what I was looking at but when I did my eyes widened. I grabbed the sheet of folded papers and held them up to my nose. No. No no no. This couldn’t be right. It looked like…a hit contract.

  Not that I’d ever seen anything like it outside of the movies but it was all there in black and white. That’s what he’d been paid under the table for. He was basically a corporate hired hit man.

  This was so much worse than I had though. It was obvious that he’d had help on the outside to get free and that he planned on disappearing to Mexico. There was even a fake passport with a new name and airplane tickets.

  I grabbed everything, quickly shoving the documents and passport back into the envelope. My hands were still shaking and it was definitely fear this time. I was good, but I was also smart enough to know when I was out of my depths and right now, I was way out. Like light years away from my depths.

  This was no cheating husband or lazy businessman in a suit trying to get some cash on the side. This was serious.

  A sudden thought occurred to me and all fear for myself fled. Jonah! He was downstairs right now with this murderer!

  I turned, about to run downstairs and tell Jonah the truth about his ‘guest’ but I didn’t make it two steps before the door creaked slowly open. He was there, staring at me with eyes so cold it froze me where I stood. Mr. Bad Guy, in the flesh.

  “Hey, Hank.” I finally said with far more bravado than I felt. When all else fails, bluff.

  “So, you do know who I am.” He shook his head as he took a step closer into the room and the temperature seemed to drop, “I had thought it might be a coincidence. A bounty hunter checking in to the same place as me. But there’s not many places to stay out here and with your…obvious relationship with the venerable Mr. Moore, well. I had hoped.”

  “Too bad for you. You were wrong.”

  He clicked his tongue, “Too bad for you, actually.”

  “Don’t come any closer.” I said, holding my hands out to show him the envelope, “I know everything.”

  “That’s exactly why I can’t let you leave.” His expression turned into a grimace. “Go to Iowa, they said. No one will find you there, they said. I’ve been waiting in this shit hole for over a fucking week for that passport.” He took another step closer, slamming the door shut behind him and for the first time there was something in his eyes. Rage.

  “I’m not going to let one silly little girl get in my way.”

  I knew in that moment that he meant every word. He had no intention of letting me out of that room alive, but I had to try. I feinted to the left and he followed, but at the last minute I changed direction, diving for the door.

  For one second I thought I was free but then his hand closed around my ankle and fell to the floor with a painful thud.

  “You really don’t want to do this, Hank.” I spat out the words as I pushed myself up to a low crouch.

  “Actually, I really do. I’ve been dreaming of doing this ever since I caught you following me.”

  Terror sat sharp and greasy in my stomach but I ignored it, trying desperately to remember everything Robbie had ever taught me about fighting. I knew the only chance I would have was to catch him by surprise.

  I forced myself to look anywhere but at the black backpack I had dropped to the side of the door when I’d come in. If I could get behind him and by myself enough time I could get to the hand cuffs I had stashed there, or better yet the pepper spray I had hidden in the front flap.

  I knew it was now or never. I lunged before I could let myself think and even though I was quick, his size was the clear advantage in the confined space. He easily blocked me, grabbing my shoulders and wrestling me to the ground.

  I couldn’t move. I couldn’t get free. No matter how hard I struggled I was no match against his brutal strength. In that moment, I knew he was going to kill me and one thought echoed in my head louder than all the rest. I hadn’t gotten a chance to tell Jonah that I loved him. That love mixed with a terrible sadness and fear that held me paralyzed for a moment.

  But then he smiled. Straddling me, his intent to kill me clear on his face, the bastard actually smiled at me. He was enjoying himself. Playing with me like a cat playing with a mouse.

  Well. He’d fucked with the wrong mouse.

  I gathered what little moisture was left in my mouth and spat in his face, being sure to enunciate as I glared up at him.

  “Fuck you, Hank.”

  His expression transformed, smile fading and twisting into something else entirely. It was a monster’s face I was looking up into. There was nothing human left there. He pulled his fist back and then hurled it towards me, slamming against my right cheek. Fireworks went off behind my eyes and it knocked the breath from me. But then he was pulling back again and this time he loosened his grip and in that split second, I remembered the night I broke in and the scuffle with Jonah.

  With every ounce of strength I had left I brought my knee up straight into his groin and I hit my mark dead on. I didn’t stop to enjoy my victory, or the look of pained shock on his face. I throw an elbow into the vulnerable tissue of his throat and fell to one knee, grasping the wounded area as he gasped for breath.

  I clawed my way to the back pack, all too aware of his much larger frame closing in on me from behind but then my fingers closed around the small plastic tube and turned with a sense of triumph, spraying the agonizing liquid straight into his face.

  He fell back with a clatter as he knock over the chair and the bedside lamp, trying desperately to get the pepper spray out of his eyes but before he could do anything else I was there with the handcuffs.

  A second later, he was on the floor, his hands cuffed behind his back.

  “Consider this your lesson for the day. Don’t underestimate me.” I shot the words out, “And I’m not a silly little girl. Asshole.”

  “Sabrina? Sabrina are you in there?” There was a frantic pounding on the door an
d a moment later Jonah burst in. In a split second his gaze took in the scene and then he was rushing towards me.

  “What the hell happened? I heard a bunch of thuds coming from upstairs. We all heard it. I came running as fast as I could. What were you thinking? To come after this guy alone?”

  I opened my mouth to answer but I didn’t even know where to start. Suddenly, the fear and adrenaline that had been keeping me going fled and my knees buckled.

  “Shit, Sabrina, you’re hurt.” His arms wrapped around me.

  “I’m okay.” I tried to whisper, tried to reassure him as I looked up into Jonah’s worried eyes, “I’m okay now.”

  “Somebody call the cops.” Jonah was saying to somebody that wasn’t me. Which was a good thing. I wasn’t really capable of a damn thing at the moment. “And make sure this asshole doesn’t go anywhere. I’m sure the police will know what to do with him.”

  ***

  Jonah

  “That’s it. Here we go. This is going to sting a little bit, okay?” I asked, waiting for Sabrina’s nod before swiping the alcohol soaked pad over the cut on her cheek. “You’re going to have one hell of a shiner.”

  I tried to force out a laugh but none would come. The fear was too real. The panic at hearing the sounds of a fight coming from upstairs and the terror of knowing she’d full well put her neck in danger without a second thought if it meant getting her job done.

  I finished patching her up with shaking fingers. It certainly hadn’t helped any to find out that he was a hired hit man fleeing to Mexico with the help of some powerful people. When I had found that out I’d put a hole in the wall in the upstairs hallway. Quinn would kill me for that but she would just have to deal with it. I just wished to hell that I could figure out a way to do the same.

  It ate at me, that fear, as I put on the last bandage, smoothing my hand over her raw skin where she’d slid against the carpet. I’d come so close to losing her. To losing her for good this time, with no chance that I’d ever see her again, and I couldn’t get the vision of it out of my head.

  “Jonah.” Her softly spoken word tugged at me but I kept my gaze down. “Jonah, look at me.”

  Her hand cupped my cheek, pulling my face even with hers. She was sitting on the edge of the island in kitchen and it put them eye to eye.

  “I can’t…I don’t…” I trailed off, not ever sure where to start. How could I put any of this into words? The terror, the panic. The bile that I couldn’t quite swallow. And the anger. Not just at Mr. Barron or Mr. Pullman or whatever the fuck his real name was, but at her too. “You put yourself in danger.” I finally managed, “I told you I was here for you. I’m always here for you Sabrina. You don’t…You’re not alone, anymore!”

  “I know.” That was it. Just two simple words but they cut through my anger like a knife. “I know, Jonah.” She raised her other hand, laying her palm against my cheek, holding my face in her hands so that I couldn’t look away.

  “I almost lost you. Again. I can’t…I don’t want to lose you again, Sabrina. What the hell where you thinking?”

  “I broke into the room and found the papers and the forged passport. I found out what he was and I tried to run. I was so afraid for you.”

  “For me?” I choke out the question.

  “I thought, well shit, Jonah’s downstairs with this psychotic asshole and he doesn’t even know. I was rushing for the door to come get you but then he was there. He…he found me. I tried to get past him but I tripped me and then knocked me to the floor. He gave me this.” She gestured to her busted cheek, her skin already starting to darken to a deep purple.

  “I don’t want to hear this, Sabrina. I don’t want to hear how he hurt you. How I failed you.”

  “You didn’t fail me, Jonah. Just listen,” Her eyes never left mine as she spoke and I felt every word wind deep inside me, “I was lying there and he was on top me and for a moment I knew I was going to die. I knew he meant to kill me.”

  “Sabrina, please–.”

  “No, Jonah. Listen to me. I was laying there and the only thing I could think of was how sad I was.”

  I brushed a stray lock of hair back away from her face. “Sad?”

  “I was sad that I never got the chance to tell you that I love you.”

  All the breath rushed from my lungs at her words. Words that I’d longed to hear but never thought I would.

  “I love you too, Sabrina,” I whispered the words like a prayer against her mouth, kissing her softly but with everything that I had inside me.

  She pulled back, giving me a rueful grin through her black eye and bruised lips. “I’m not saying it will be easy. I’m not exactly…”

  “Easy.” I said with a rough chuckle of my own.

  “I was going to say experienced with relationships, actually,” She grinned at me but then her expression grew serious again, her eyes filling with warmth and something that healed all the fear and panic and heartache inside me, “It’s hard for me to trust, but, I want something more. I want a family. I want a home. I want…I want you, Jonah. I want to try and make this work between us.”

  “Me too. More than anything in the world.” I kissed her again, because I had too. She was right. It wouldn’t be easy, not for either of them. But for sure it would be one thing. It would be worth it. Because she was worth it.

  “I love you. My fierce tiger.” I whispered, holding her close as the police escorted out the handcuffed man and pushed him into the back of a cop car. Tears still streamed down his cheeks from Sabrina’s pepper spray. No, it wouldn’t be easy. It sure as hell wouldn’t be boring, either.

  “I love you, Jonah Moore. Now, let’s talk security systems…”

  ***The End***

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  Chapter One

  “Nia?”

  “Yeah?”

  I lifted my head from what I had been so focused on, filling out the form on the desk in front of me to make sure that all the money they’d pulled in from that fundraiser was going to the right place.

  “You look so focused,” Freda, the woman who’d found me this position in the first place, grinned at me. “I have to say, I don’t usually find that match too compelling about filling out forms about charitable donations.”

  “Yeah, well,” I shrug, waving my hand like it’s no big deal. I wish that I could tell her the truth, that I could finally spill my guts to someone who I knew couldn’t judge me for what had happened, but I had to keep at least the pretense of professionalism here until I got the credits I needed for my final semester. I smiled back, even though I felt as though it wasn’t reaching my eyes.

  “Can you give me a minute?” I ask, getting to my feet. “I just need to use the bathroom.”

  “Sure,” she nodded. “Hurry back. I have an errand I need you to run.”

  “Of course,” I reply, keeping my voice as steady as I could despite the shuddering emotions moving through my body. I made my way through to the bathroom, hurry into a cubicle, and close the door behind me. And as soon as I was in there, I put my head into my hands and prayed that I wasn’t about to let tears fuck up my make-up, the look I’d spent so much time working on before I’d come out to the office today. Telling myself that I at least looked the part then maybe I could convince everyone, including myself, that my heart hadn’t just been torn straight from my chest by what he had done to me.

  I blinked a couple of times, gathering myself. No point letting myself get all hung up on him. No point at all. I inhaled deeply, but just when I though I had gotten the better of my emotions they swelled up once more and I felt a tear leak out the corner of my eye. Oh, shit. I dashed it away angrily with the back of my hand and pray
ed to God that this would be over soon.

  The crying jags were still happening regularly enough that they felt more irritating than anything else. I had worked so hard to land this position at Helios Industries, fighting off the interests of at least a dozen of my classmates and talking my way into their charity department so I could put them on my CV.

  Maybe that was why it happened? The little voice at the back of my head, the one that seemed determined to make some sense of this one way or another, offered that one up for a change, but I’d heard it before and brushed it away quickly. There was no point blaming myself for any of this. It had already happened and I needed to get over it already.

  The day that Matt had come home to our shared apartment and told me the truth about what had been going on between him and that girl he’d tried to assure me a dozen times over he was just study-buddies with, I felt as though someone had reached inside me and snatched my heart straight out of my chest. I knew things had been off between us for a while, that maybe I should have put in a little more effort on the romance front, but I figured he knew it was just because I was so busy and that soon enough things would even themselves out. But no, he told me, this was different.