Shot

by Lexi Ostrow

  “I’m out of here at ten. You can set up your own fucking bombs, you son of a bitch.” Carl mumbled.

  A look of annoyance spread across Trevor’s face upon hearing the softly spoken insult. His hand itched to grab the handgun from his pocket and end Carl’s life, then and there. Instead, he bit down on his tongue until the pain whited out his vision and titled his wrist to check his watch. Thirty-nine more minutes until ten. He wondered if they could get away with going in early.

  Trevor sat down on the ground, glancing at the other two men with them, Steven and Mario. It was a huge job with a small workload tonight. Ventura County had six SWAT members the night they’d finally tracked them down and Trevor was accused of killing one of them. He wanted to be certain to take at least that many down.

  The plan was simple. Steven and Mario would get into a fight right outside the precinct’s doors. A real fight too. If they wanted to live past tonight, they would do it properly and not hold back any punches or Trevor would let them go in the cruelest of ways. While the smaller staff of night cops dealt with that, Carl was would set up three explosives on the side of the building and smash a window to drop a fourth in. Trevor still didn’t understand how dropping one wouldn’t trigger it, but Carl assured him about a dozen times it would be ok.

  Trevor would be the one to make it all go boom. He had an old Pontiac waiting for him three blocks down. He’d make his move as soon as Mario and Steven began. The pair would be booked for the night, and maybe suffer a little from several priors each had held against them but they’d be just fine. Carl was on his own to get out of there once things were said and done. The fucker was a weasel. He didn’t doubt the man would get away. If he didn’t, well, he was annoying the shit out of Trevor anyway.

  Exactly five minutes after Mario and Steven played their parts, Trevor dial the number on the burner phone he had with him and set the four beautiful devices off. It wasn’t as personal as a shooting, as watching as the cops fell to their knees, but it was the best way to take down a lot of them at once. Truth be told, he was fine with that.

  Just a few more minutes, and it’ll be down to just you, LAPD. Just a few more minutes and nothing will protect your police from me when I come to take you all down.

  He’d been saving LAPD for last. LA had been the group’s last location when they’d been caught. He wanted the last bullet he fired to go into the head of the cop that had arrested him– Jimmy O’Casey.

  The sound of a small chime going off caught his attention. He whipped his head around and snarled as he saw Carl turning off his fucking watch alarm. Trevor’s right hand flew backwards and slammed into the man’s face.

  “Are you fucking kidding me? A god damn watch alarm? Why not tell them where the fuck we are?” he barked in a low whisper.

  Mario snickered. Jeremy turned and glared at the heavyset Italian man and Mario looked at the ground. Trevor’s own heartbeat sped up just a notch as he realized what the alarm meant.

  Ten o’clock, time to begin.

  He stood up slowly, decisively, and looked at the three men standing beside him. “This is our second to last hit. The smallest group with the biggest bang. Do not get us all caught. Do your parts properly and after we take down the LA cops of my choosing, we’ll all have comfy new identities and be on our way separately to new states.”

  Carl nodded and tugged the black hoodie over his head and walked off of the side street first. He was going to make a circle around the police station, well, as much of a circle as he could make before running into the 101 freeway, and just look first. Carl looked like a man out for a walk on a nice December night. Once done with checking his perimeter, he’d make a run for it.

  Mario and Steven grinned. They high-fived each other like a pair of children and headed up Glacier Alley towards Ralston and the station.

  Trevor just stood there, relishing in the rush of excitement pumping through his body. His breathing grew ragged and he could feel every fiber of his body lusting after the kill. But he had a part to play as well and that meant waiting a few minutes before he could walk down to Walker Street. From there, he’d head on and then over to Saratoga Avenue where his nice little beater car and burner phone waited.

  He counted the seconds in his head, his eyes dancing back and forth making sure no one could see him, his ears painfully straining to hear if he could make out any sort of indication that the fight had begun. No sound of any sort reached his ears, however. He cursed and clenched his fists – this could be the plans downfall. If he didn’t know when to start walking, he could mess the timing up.

  “Idiot.” Trevor growled in frustration.

  He punched the nearest mailbox and his face went white as the stupidity of the action registered. Quickly, he whipped his head around to make sure that no one had seen or heard him. Trevor sucked in a lungful of air through his nose and faced the opposite side of the street. He forced himself to whistle, a habit he hated in others, but found that it calmed him down immensely.

  There was no sign of the fight that was supposed to be going on came to him. He looked down at his watch as he turned onto Walker Street. In five minutes, everything was going to get very loud either way.

  Trevor wished he could hear some sign of what was going on, or that they’d thought of a clever way for Carl to call or text without compromising himself. Carl had squealed like a pig when they’d caught him last time and since Trevor’s prints had been on the gun, and it was registered to him in the first place, the cops had believed he’d been alone. Trevor didn’t doubt Carl would do the same if caught again, so each one of them making it out had been the most important thing. Now that Carl was pissing him off, if the man was too dumb to get away from his own bombs, that was his fault. The teal green Sunbird came into view as it sat beneath the streetlight Trevor had parked it under several hours earlier. His whistling stopped as the grin of satisfaction spread across his face.

  “Three more minutes. I walk fast.” he said to absolutely no one at all as he pulled open the door and slid into the dirty car. “Three more minutes.”

  His left hand thrummed on the wheel as he dug through the center console and pulled out the burner phone. His eyes glazed over as a fantasy full of shocked screams and pain played out inside his head. He laughed, imagining the chaotic scene, the police unaware of what was going on. Ventura County had money, and that’s what made this victory so much sweeter. The cops were too focused on drug deals and other crimes. For whatever reason, very few people were dumb enough to try and bomb a police department.

  “And very few people have the drive I have.” He suspected the sentence was false, very few parolees ever pulled off what he’d done in the last three months.

  Beep, beep. Beep, beep. Beep, beep.

  The cell phone’s alarm went off, 10:10. The magic number. Trevor pushed the fantasy aside and dragged his finger across the device in the sequence Carl had shown him.

  For a second, nothing happened. Trevor wondered if he’d been played, or if something had gone wrong. Then, a sound so loud that it hurt his ears, rang out. In the distance, a mushroom cloud of smoke billowed into the air. The ground beneath him shook from the force of the explosion, even though Carl had made some pretty mild bombs, not much stronger than a home made pipe bomb. A shred of terror consumed him momentarily worrying that five blocks had been stupidly close.

  People ran out of several houses and businesses that lined the street. He grew worried again about getting caught. Forcing one deep breath and then another, he put the key in the ignition. He wouldn’t drive toward Dowell Street; he wouldn’t get to see the perfection of his team’s plan. He would get out of the area unscathed, nonetheless. No one would ever know he’d been there in the first place. He relished the thought of seeing the destruction his team had caused on the morning news though.

  “Yes, I certainly will see it then.”

  His hands gripped the wheel and slammed the gear stick into place. Trevor pulled out of his parking spot, sm
iling as he took in the ensuing chaos that surrounded him.

  “Jimmy O’Casey, I’m coming for you.” There were five Jimmy O’Casey’s on the force in southern California, his research hadn’t been deep, but one of them just had to be his man.

  Jeremy gently stroked his fingers over Bridget’s exposed arm. She squealed and pulled away from him.

  “How many times do I have to tell you that tickles, Trellins?”

  Her tone was playful as she punched his arm. The blanket slipped downward, exposing her body to him. Desire began to course through his veins.

  He chuckled despite the lust forming within him. “Well, maybe I like tickling you.”

  She snorted, “well, maybe I don’t feel like having morning sex with you.”

  Bridget sounded like a petulant child and he laughed. She tried to stand up out of the bed, but he wrapped his arms around her from behind and tugged her backward once more. He placed several kisses along the curve of her neck and whispered into her ear.

  “You know, you’re going to need to defend yourself better than that out on the streets.”

  A second later, her elbow slammed into his gut and knocked the wind out of him. She twisted her head and looked over her shoulder at him, grinning so hard at him he wondered if her smile ever broke cameras when she was modeling.

  “I was unaware you were a danger.”

  Her voice dropped an octave and the husky tone of it sent a wave of blood rushing to his dick.Three days had passed since he’d publically staked his claim on her in the training room like a lovesick fool and they’d been inseparable since that night. He’d taken her on a proper date to McCormick’s, where to his shock, she ordered the fish and not the steak. He’d spent most of the last two days keeping her distracted from the world outside.

  The Ventura County Police Department had been hit the night they’d had dinner together. They’d been so intently focused on one another, they hadn’t heard the news of about it until the next morning when they’d been getting ready – her for the academy, and him just to enjoy some R&R. Captain had let him go two weeks early in light of the Bridget situation.

  She’d bottomed out. He’d never seen someone hit the floor so quickly, and the tears. God the tears. No one should ever experience that much grief in a lifetime, let alone a moment. Unfortunately, he knew so many people in life did.

  However, that moment had brought them closer together than anything else they’d experienced in more ways than one. Taking care of her, easing her through the pain and sadness, had triggered something in him. He wanted to be the one to take care of her for the rest of their lives. He wasn’t certain he was completely in love with her, but he was falling in love damn fast with her, and there was nothing he would change about it. Except maybe the rocky slope in the beginning.

  Bridget O’Casey was his perfect other half. She understood his need to put work first, and he had a feeling she might do so in the future as well. She was compassionate, had self-defense and shooting skills that rivaled the best of the guys on the force, loved to pig out while watching a good game– he’d learned that last night during a hockey match on pay-per-view– and she was absolutely stunning. He wanted to keep waking up next to her tousled, dark, short hair and beautiful eyes for as long as she’d let him.

  “I think you owe me a shooting competition, Jeremy.”

  He wrapped his arms around her again. This time, she leaned against him.

  “Don’t you think it would give you an unfair advantage over the other recruits if you trained with your ex-cop boyfriend?” He playfully dragged his fingers down her back, loving the way she shivered and arched away from him.

  “Don’t you think it’s not fair that you’re afraid to let your girlfriend beat you?” She turned her head and pressed her lips to his. It was a gentle kiss but still enough to make his cock twitch.

  “Mmm, you know what I think is unfair?” He suckled the sweet spot where her graceful neck met her shoulders. “That you blatantly teased me about morning sex, are parading around naked and then kiss me like that.” He trailed his right hand down her bare stomach before settling it between her legs.

  “Something tells me –” she paused as he dragged three fingers over her swollen clit, “-that you will be able to convince me otherwise.”

  She exhaled a breath and he felt her shift her body against his and her legs parted.

  “That’s what I like to hear.” He slipped a finger inside of her, and moved it in and out in a steady pace as he circled her clit with his index finger while he spoke.

  Bridget’s breathing hitched and a moan came from her slightly parted lips. Jeremy swore he saw stars as his cock hardened and pressed against her back. He slid a second finger inside of her and quickened how they alternated and thrust within her wet heat. Her hips moved forward instinctively, riding his fingers.

  He loved the way she gave in to him with such abandonment, and didn’t limit herself or hide from him this way. He began to scissor his fingers within her, causing her to cry out. A small smirk spread across his lips at the knowledge he was satisfying her. Her hips were thrusting faster now, jerking back and forth against him. A mewl of disappointment escaped her as he pulled his two fingers out of her.

  “That was unfair.” she said through panted breaths.

  He let go of her completely and rolled over her body, stopping with his body just above hers, the tip of his cock teasing her entrance. Jeremy rolled further off of her and stood up, grabbing a condom from the dresser drawer he had learned she kept them in. Sheathing himself, he leaned over her once more, putting his arms on either side of her head, and slowly ground his hips against her. His erection swept over her with the briefest of touches and he had to focus to not growl his own approval at the same time as she whimpered beneath him.

  “Maybe it was because I would rather have you come with me inside of you.” Bridget looked up at him, desire lurking in her eyes. He wrapped his fingers around his aching cock and guided himself into her, burying himself to the hilt. “Jesus, you feel so perfect every fucking time, Bridget.” Every word was punctuated by a thrust of his dick.

  He was the one panting out breaths now as he forced his body to slowly thrust in and out of her, building up their need. Her hands dragged down his back, her nails scoured across his skin and his body twitched at the connection. He loved when she did that.

  She lifted her legs, crossed her ankles around his ass and tugged him downward, pushing him deeper into her body.

  She tilted her head up and pressed her mouth to his. All thoughts fled his mind as her tongue slipped into his mouth. She bucked as he slid into her body deeper and her hips began to rock faster against his. He let her take the lead, thrusting into her with reckless abandonment. All he could feel was her core wrapped around him, squeezing him. It was sheer blissful torture.

  Their bodies were slick with sweat when they pressed and slapped together as controlled thrusts became wild and needy. He couldn’t be certain who was groaning louder or moving faster. It felt as if what one did, the other did. His body tightened with every stroke of their bodies and tongues.

  He felt it as her orgasm began, the way her body clenched around his cock, the way it quivered as tiny jolts of her orgasm began. He could feel her every part of it and it made his own body rush closer and closer to an orgasm. She cried out into his mouth, as her hips bucked up one last time and her body shook with pleasure. Her hands dug into his shoulders and her body spasmed and tightened around him. That was all it took.

  His own release slammed into him without warning. It was the best damn thing he’d ever felt to come at the same time as her body was still experiencing the side effects of her own pleasure.

  Jeremy’s vision was hazy and he allowed himself to just lie there and savor the moment. Every muscle in his body felt drained, the perfect feeling after making love. He pulled out of her, moments later, and rolled gently over her body to lay on his back.

  “That, may have been the bes
t sex I’ve ever had.” he said.

  “I cannot disagree with that statement.”

  They lay there in silence, breathing deep for several minutes. He grabbed her hand and brought it to his mouth. Sensually, he placed a kiss to the top of it. Entwining his fingers with hers, he turned to look at her. She looked damned sexy with her hair plastered to her face. Jeremy laughed abruptly at the fact that he found her, slick with sweat, sexy as hell.

  “You’re pretty amazing, Bridget O’Casey.” The words were out before he knew he was even thinking them.

  Bridget smiled at him, not the big boisterous smile he was used to seeing, but a shy stripe of one across her face. A dull flush of color spread across her cheeks. He had a feeling he had just come very close to making her blush as the light pink colored her face.

  “You’re something pretty special yourself, Jeremy Trellins.” She closed her eyes for a few long seconds before opening them once more. “I know you didn’t take the DEA job for me, for us, but I won’t lie to you and pretend like I’m not overjoyed that you did. Now that I’m over the shock of it.”

  Jeremy slid off the bed and made his way to the bathroom to quickly discard the condom. He returned to bed several seconds later. Bridget pressed her head against his chest as he lay back down and he wrapped his arms around her.

  “ I’m quite glad I did, too. I may be a little scarce during training. In fact, I know I will be. Seeing you between now and then will be tough at best. I didn’t want to tell you, to assume we’d be seeing one another in another few weeks, but there’s one week till Christmas, and two until the New Year. I thought it was a fairly safe bet.”

  She kissed his lips gently and then went back to laying her head back against his chest. “I kind of expected as much. You just have to promise that when you’re done, we can make up for all the missed opportunities – however many or long it takes.”

  He chuckled and felt her face tug into a smile against his chest. “I promise Bridget O’Casey. The way I feel now, I could happily make it up to you for a lifetime.”