Dark Cravings: Bad Boy Romantic Suspense

by Luna Wild

  Nobody responds. In a certain sense, that's good, because when Mitch decides to get a little testy, he can go overboard sometimes. We all make mistakes, and Mitchell is no different. It's not his fault, though. He just… sometimes he loses it a little.

  But there's nothing wrong with that. Everyone makes mistakes sometimes, and as long as you try not to make them again, there's nothing wrong with it. It doesn't make you a bad person.

  The thing that hurts Anna's position is that she's never getting any better. She's always just an idiot, and always screwing something up. Just like she must have this time, the way that things look in the room.

  "Will someone tell me what's wrong?" Anna tries to take a step back in her mind. She's at a nine right now. If she's at a nine… she should leave the room. She should leave, she should do some breathing, and then come back.

  But leaving isn't going to help right now. It's only going to create more problems. So she takes a breath. In, one two three, out, two three four. In, two two three… out, two three four.

  She's got to stay calm, because no matter what happens next, she's going to be the one who has to deal with it. It's her screw-up, and she's going to be the one who has to deal with it.

  Nothing else matters. She takes a breath. Counts. Lets it out. Detective Meadows stands up and walks over. He leans in close to Sherry—Officer Ross.

  Then, in spite of all the panic building up in her, the two of them step out into the hall. The door closes, and now Anna's in the lion's den and nobody is there to stop any of it.

  She hopes that Mitch won't be too upset with his father there. Mitch's father was always nice. Mitchell looked up to him. There was a lot of pressure to follow in his father's footsteps, and that was what always had him so on-edge.

  But he wouldn't want to show that nervousness in front of his father. He wouldn't want to let his frustration out now. Because his father was there.

  Mitchell stands up anyways. Maybe she's misjudged the situation. Maybe he's angrier than she thought. Maybe she's misunderstood something. Maybe they all already know it's her fault, and Mitch is just doing what they told him to do.

  He turns towards her. She can see in the way he stands, in the set of his shoulders, how angry he is. She can't see his anger on his face, but that only makes it worse.

  He's not afraid to show annoyance, or a little frustration. He's not afraid to show when he's only a little upset. The only time he hides his emotions are when he thinks that they might upset someone.

  But Anna's used to it. She knows what it looks like. She knows it looks just like this. She's seen him this angry before, but she's never been this upset by it. Because right now, when she's worried about Ava, she doesn't know what to do.

  "Anna, what did you do this time?"

  "I didn't do anything wrong, I promise. I did exactly like I was supposed to."

  "You didn't give them the money."

  "No, I did. I gave it to them. You can ask Miss Sherry. She was watching, she saw the whole thing. She said I did okay. You'd have been real proud of me."

  "They just called, Anna. They said you didn't pay."

  An involuntary shudder shoots down Anna's spine. "No, I did. I paid. They were in a black car. They called my name. I put the money—"

  She's started crying again. Anna hates it when she cries. Mitch hates it when she cries, too. He always used to say it made him feel bad. She never wanted him to feel bad. It wasn't on purpose, she wasn't trying to make him feel bad on purpose.

  "Don't lie to me, Anna. They say you didn't pay. You screwed it up again, didn't you?"

  Anna can feel the tears flowing. She tries to make herself small. Tries to be beneath his notice. It works as well as it ever has. She looks over at his father, but Al Queen doesn't seem to be watching this.

  She steps back. Into the corner. Her shoulders press first, and then her back rounds into the corner until she can't get any deeper and she can't get any smaller than she already is.

  "No, I promise, Mitch, I did it just like I was supposed to. They even said—"

  "Who said? That woman out there? Why isn't she here now, huh? Where'd she go?"

  "I don't know, they just, they—" the words weren't coming out of her mouth. She could tell she was being incoherent, but she couldn't make it stop. She couldn't fix it, no matter how hard she was trying. She just wanted it to be alright.

  "Admit it, Anna. This was too much for you. You screwed it up."

  "I'm sorry I messed up, Mitch. I didn't—" A sob escapes her throat, even though she's trying her best not to cry. "I didn't mean to. I did my best."

  He takes a deep breath. "I should have just found someone else to take care of this." He slumps his shoulders a little. "Aw, come on. Don't cry."

  Where is Detective Meadows? Where is Miss Sherry? Why aren't they here?

  "I'm sorry, I'm trying, Mitch. I promise, I'm trying my best."

  "You're making me feel bad," Mitch says. Real quiet. He sounds upset. Anna didn't mean to upset him. She knew that was going to happen, if she let herself cry. She should have stopped herself. She shouldn't have been so selfish.

  He settles down onto the couch and leans down to pick something up off the ground. Anna rubs at her eyes. She can't keep crying. It's upsetting everyone. It's making Mitch upset. And worse, it's not getting Ava back.

  How are they going to, though? How could they get her back, now that she screwed everything up? She was always such a fuck-up. Everything was a big mistake.

  She should've known that she couldn't be trusted with something this important. Something this big should be handled by smart people. People who know what they're doing. People with experience fixing problems like this. Not idiots like her.

  The door opens. It hits her feet so she moves them. Detective Meadows and Sherry step back through the door. They look tired and unsure. They're probably pretty upset that she screwed things up, too.

  The detective sees her first. He kneels down beside her.

  "Are you okay? What happened?"

  "I'm sorry I screwed everything up. I didn't—" The panic and self-hate that the doctor says she shouldn't let herself wallow in overwhelms her again, and a sob escapes her throat. She catches herself before she starts crying again. "I didn't mean to, I did my best, I'm sorry."

  The Detective looks at her like he's not sure what to do. Like he's afraid that if he touches anything she'll break. Is she making him feel bad, too?

  Because if there's anything that she doesn't want, it's to make the Detective feel bad. He's the only one who wants to help her, right now.

  And without Ava, Anna Witt can't think of what she'd do without someone helping her. So she'd better not upset him.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Josh Meadows swallows his frustration and swallows his worry. She's up now. She's got her face straightened back out. His heart goes out to her, but that's the best he can do for right now.

  Right now it's time for something more important. There's work to be done.

  "We've had eye-witness accounts that show her putting the money into the car. We've got four separate guys who saw the exchange take place, we've got a recording of Anna dropping off the package. There is no way she didn't make the drop, and there is no way that it was the wrong guy. Is that right, Sherry?"

  "Absolutely correct," she says.

  Seeing the scene here, she might have backed me up if Josh had backed her up. They'd have to make apologies if they did that. It's better not to, unless things are looking real bad.

  "So let's put that thought out of our heads. No way was this the wrong one. Which means, Mr. Stone, that your kidnappers just lied to you."

  Mitch doesn't respond. Josh watches him closely for some response. He doesn't look surprised to hear it. Then again, he doesn't look shifty, either. There's a weird sort of balance there. He's just looking at his phone.

  For a long moment, Detective Meadows considers taking the thing out of his hand, the son of a bitch. He doesn't. It
would get him a citation so fast it would make his head spin. This was every single read that Josh had gotten on the kid from the beginning.

  Bored by the whole thing. The only time that he seemed to be remotely interested in anything was when he was using Anna as his punching bag.

  That was going to have to stop if someone were watching, so the minute that Josh shows up without her, or he has to leave her be, he's just sick of the situation. What had he said to her, while they were outside?

  What had he threatened her with? What had he decided it was totally a good idea to tell her? Whatever he'd done, he'd reduced the girl into a pile of rags and tears. What surprises Josh more is that the elder Mr. Queen did nothing.

  There was a strange balance in his emotions. For Anna, he seemed to be only marginally concerned. She might not even exist in his mind. She's just a secondary thing. Barely a person.

  And yet, when her daughter disappears, he's gripped of a terrible fear. A few thoughts about what that might mean flash through Josh's thought. He can't put any stock in suck considerations.

  There's nothing to be gained from wild speculations, not when you don't have any proof. Especially when the one you're speculating against is one of the most powerful men in the state.

  "So what are we going to do next? Do we pay them again? Do we tell them that we know they've got the money?"

  Mitchell sits up straight, and slips his phone into his pocket. Some sign of life from him must mean something, even if there's no way to be sure exactly what it's supposed to mean at this point. No doubt he'll tell us.

  They should have gotten the F.B.I. involved from the start. It was a mistake to think that they would be able to handle this by themselves. Josh worked Major Crimes, and that meant that kidnappings, in a certain limited sense, were his job.

  In a much realer sense, he'd never dealt with anyone actively working to fuck up any attempt to pay them. He'd heard about cases like that. There is only one usual answer. It's not one that he wants to have to contend with right now.

  Ava is alive. Has to be.

  The phone buzzes in Mitchell's pocket. He pulls it out, jabs at the screen. Josh circles around to have a look.

  On the screen is a photo. A baby. Maybe old enough to crawl, now. She's looking around the room, not at the camera, and one of her hands reaches out of the blanket that she's been swaddled in.

  Lying next to her is a photograph of the daily newspaper. It's embarrassingly thin, now, but it shows the date just fine.

  Another message buzzes through. '2 million this time. For screwing with us.'

  Josh doesn't like the feeling he's got, but he's not going to let it stop him. "Tell him that we're certain that they were paid."

  Josh looks up at him with an expression that says that if the younger Queen had his way, Meadows wouldn't open his mouth. Well, there are times to worry about what the boy thinks, and times not to.

  This wasn't one of Mitch Queen's times, whether he liked it or not. No, in fact, Josh Meadows assumes that he won't like it one bit. That doesn't particularly matter.

  It's not about what Queen, or his father, like. It's about trying to get the kid back, and trying to find out who did it.

  Josh levels a hard expression at Mitch. The detective can almost see the kid's hackles raise, like a dog that's decided that he needs to defend his territory. He doesn't like being looked at this way? That's too God damned bad.

  Mitch blinks first. He turns and looks down at his screen and swipes his finger across the screen until the words on the text app read more or less what Josh had told him to put.

  The message sends. They don't have to wait long for a response.

  'So? Do you want the kid, or not?'

  "Tell him not to play fuckin' games with us. I'm getting tired of it, and I'm sure everyone else is, too. They want more money, say they want more money. We make one payment, and we trade. Right then and there."

  Mitchell sends the message. There are little changes. Changes that don't mean anything at all, in the long run, or at least don't mean anything as far as Josh Meadows is able to tell.

  "Okay. Now we wait."

  They don't wait long. Josh uses the time to look over at Anna Witt. She's standing there, breathing real slow. She's got her eyes shut. To his great pleasure, she's got a serene expression on her face.

  It's hard to tear his eyes away, now that he's given himself permission to look. The swell of her hips, the way that her body still has the soft look of motherhood. The way her breasts press against the fabric of her shirt. The curves that fill her out.

  He forces himself to pull his eyes away when the phone buzzes in Mitch Queen's hand.

  'Fine. Three million. Tonight, or no deal.'

  Is this supposed to be some kind of test? Whether or not they can raise the money in a couple of hours?

  The detective looks up at Al Queen. Mitch does his part by reading the text out loud to the room. Nobody likes the way that it's going so far.

  Al Queen grinds his fingertips into his eyelids. His voice is quiet. It's nothing like the man that they always show on television. He looks tired, and he looks old. "Alright. Fine. What time?"

  Beside Josh, the younger Queen starts moving his fingers around the screen. The detective has a concern, though, and he's not going to keep it to himself, in spite of the fact that maybe he should.

  "Is that sort of money on-hand, sir? Or… what?"

  "It has to be, doesn't it? Can't let them hurt a child."

  "No, that's true. But money that isn't there, just isn't there."

  "But it is there," the old man says. He lets out a breath, real slow. "So we have to pay it, don't we?"***END OF FILE***

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  "But it is there," the old man says. He lets out a breath, real slow. "So we have to pay it, don't we?"

  Chapter Seventeen

  Anna wanted nothing to do with the next exchange. Nothing at all. She'd already screwed everything up once. Why would they want to put her in charge of doing it a second time?

  Who would trust someone who screwed up as much as she did? Why would they want her to do anything at all? She should just stay in the car and hope that they forget that she's even there.

  That would be the best way. They'd be able to get everything done, and everyone would be alright. No need to worry about how they were going to exchange Ava and the money. Just as long as Ava was back, the rest of it wouldn't matter.

  Other people might not think so, but there's nothing else in the entire equation. Not really. Not when it's weighed against her daughter's life. If she could give up anything at all, she would. In a heartbeat.

  Apparently, though, the only thing that she's got to offer the world is that she used to know Mitch. Mitch used to know her. Now she's nobody at all, just the woman who screws up paying kidnappers and loses her baby. Just the woman who—humiliatingly—can't help but be attracted to the cop who's looking for Ava.

  Why can't they just find her, so that Anna can get back to her life? Get back to her meetings, get back to feeding Ava.

  She wouldn't admit it to anyone, of course. It's too private, too personal, and frankly a little bit weird all told, but her breasts hurt. They're too full of milk, to the point where they're practically leaking.

  She takes a deep breath, holds it. Lets it out. Waits a second before taking another deep breath. She's going to start panicking again. She can feel the terror inside her, threatening to rise up and overwhelm her once more.

  She can't afford to let that happen, not when people are relying on her to make sure that everything ends up going according to plan.

  She won't be alone this time. There will be someone else. They'd asked to send the cop with her. That was nixed right off the bat. Too dangerous. Much too dangerous. Risking a cop seeing their faces, hearing their voices…

  No, that would be a big risk. The kidnappers had refused. They only had an hour or two to prepare disguises, if they were even goi
ng to use anything more than the dark glasses and ski mask that the guy earlier had worn.

  Part of Anna wondered how much of this was according to plan. They'd tried to lie and say that she didn't pay up, but she had. She absolutely had. So why lie about it?

  She takes another deep breath. Holds it. Maybe she's not wrong. Linda always says that Anna beats up on herself too much. Always says it. Maybe she's right. But maybe, this time, Anna's not wrong.

  Maybe she's not important in this. Maybe it's all about who she knows. Maybe they took Ava because of Mitchell, because of whose son he was. Maybe they took Ava because of who her grandfather was.

  What that means, it's hard to say. There must be some kind of meaning to it, but… Anna's head gets fuzzy. Even as the panic starts to go down—it's the lowest it's been since she woke up to find Ava missing—it's still hard to separate out the thoughts she's having from the thoughts that are intruding into her mind.

  She picks up the bag of money. It's heavy. Much heavier than the last one. She uses two hands and she picks it up for a minute, takes a few shuffling steps, and has to set it down again.

  Mitchell sneers at that. Still, his father reaches down and picks up the bag. He's got a voice that she likes. One that reminds her of her own father. "Come on. I'll carry this, you just worry about Ava."

  Her heart picks up a little bit at the thought that she might have her daughter in her arms in a few short minutes. Just a few minutes from now, and she'll be back with her daughter.

  The panic goes down again. Only a 5 out of 10. She can manage a 5. She doesn't even get the giggles at a 5.

  She walks beside him. Mr. Queen doesn't talk much. The others stay back a long way. They can see, barely, in the darkened park. No lights to see by, but no lights to blind them, either.

  Somewhere back in the distance, Josh and Sherry and probably a few others in policemen's uniforms are watching the whole thing. They probably have some high-tech stuff that lets them see in the dark.

  They probably have some men with rifles, too. As they move into the park, though, it's becoming increasingly clear how useful rifles will likely be.