Knocked Up on Valentine's Day

by Amy Brent

  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 and 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 1

  Ellison

  “How’s that leg coming, Michael?” I asked.

  “Complete bullshit, that’s how it’s coming,” he said. “That trip is a hell of an important one, and now I can’t even fucking go.”

  “Well, we gotta figure out who’s gonna replace you,” I said.

  “There isn’t anyone, you know that. I know this company inside and out, L. Who the hell do you have that knows this like I do?”

  “Well, if you’d kept your balance while you were on top, you wouldn’t be in this position,” I said, smirking.

  “I didn’t fucking break my leg fucking my girlfriend, L. I broke it falling down the stairs.”

  “She was that good?” I asked.

  “Yeah, yeah, yeah. You’d like those details, wouldn’t you?” he asked.

  “Hey, you get all the details of my life.”

  “Not that I ask for them,” he said.

  “Oh, come on. You use my moves in bed all the time,” I said.

  “What the hell’s wrong with you, L? I wouldn’t use your fucking moves if I was—”

  “You sayin’ your girl isn’t good enough for my moves?” I asked.

  “Jesus! Forget it, L. So, who the hell are you gonna take on this trip?” he asked.

  “Only two choices I can see—Sheila Brown or Charlene Simpson,” I said.

  “Are you kidding? You mean our premier VP of sales or some new chick that just got promoted? Sheila would hit it out of the park with potential investors. She’s also hot as hell, so she could shove her tits up and mesmerize them, then hit them with some numbers that would practically stroke their cocks hard. They’d sign their money away to us just for a chance at sticking their cock between her tits.”

  “You’re horrible, stop it. And besides, if that’s really the deciding factor, Charlene’s tits are bigger than Sheila’s,” I said.

  “So, you’ve been eyeing her,” Mike said, smirking.

  And honestly, who the hell wouldn’t? Charlene had vibrant red hair with freckles sprayed all over. Her milky skin probably had the same tint as the juices I knew I could coax out of her with my tongue, and for a moment I daydreamed about her thick lips around my cock. Her fierce green eyes always stared directly through me whenever she was talking with me, and I knew if I could get her on this trip, she’d be a shark.

  This woman had quickly worked her way up the ranks of my billion-dollar company, and she didn’t suck one dick to get there. She worked her ass off day and night to get where she was, and she never once had to flaunt her body in order to do it. But, I knew what was underneath all those clothes. Her pencil skirts smoothed over an ass I wanted to take a bite out of, and her tits sat underneath fluttering clothes. She might have kept her cleavage to herself, but I knew the round, perky nipples that were underneath those clothes.

  If I could get her on this trip, I could probably get her to slide out of them just for me.

  “Look, you know I don’t do interoffice relationships. That’s not my thing. So, it’s probably better I take Charlene with me anyway,” I said.

  “But Sheila would be a spitfire. She’d be sure to close this thing. You sure you wanna take on some bullshit with a newbie?” Mike asked.

  “I’m sure. Charlene could use the international experience, especially moving up in the company as fast as she did. That woman puts in hours I’ve only pulled on my longest days in the office, and if I could groom her to be a shark, she’d be a better tool than Sheila any day.”

  “Plus, Sheila wants to hop on your dick, and you don’t like that,” he said, grinning.

  “I’d turn her your way if I didn’t think she’d break your other leg,” I said.

  “For the last time, I didn’t break my leg screwing my girlfriend, L.”

  “So you say, Mike. So you say.”

  “But really, you sure she can handle these kinds of investors?” Mike asked.

  “If we’re judging it by the size of their tits, it’s a def
inite yes.”

  “I’m serious now. You think she can do this?” he asked.

  “I can handle the investors. You forget I was the one who built this company. She needs this international experience if I’m gonna have someone who can come on these trips with me.”

  “My leg’s not gonna be broken forever,” he said.

  “You’re a shark, but you’re my only shark. If I could groom another one, I could have one on the home front as well as internationally. The two of you could switch off trips, and I’d have someone to fall back on if you broke your hip while licking your girlfriend’s pussy, and it would be better for the company in the long run. Plus, it would give me a chance to see how she works, just to make sure she’s right for the position before I solidify her spot in the company.”

  “For the last time, L—”

  “Good shit, take a joke,” I said, chuckling. “I just need your concurrence, Mike.”

  This international trip to Helsinki was a big deal. Investors from all over the world would meet up with us, and if we played our cards right it would be the only time we’d have to do this all year. I could close with the old investors and snag some new ones, and in the process I could see if I could work my way underneath that tight little pencil skirt of Charlene’s. Yes, I frowned upon interoffice romances, but if she wanted to suck my dick to thank me for letting her come on this trip, I wouldn’t turn it down.