The Law of Motion (Law Series)

by Di'Nisha Robinson

  "Sir!" it seemed a thousand voices called back to me.

  I was trying my best not to panic, because she hadn’t said anything in a while. But I was also anxious because I wanted to be the one to end this myself. Out of all the kidnappers involved with this, she had been one of the few stupid enough to touch my fiancé, though the bruises and lip had long since healed, none was forgiven. No one touched her.

  When we descended the steps, attempting to clear another level the sound of a struggle in my ear started followed by the loud echo of a pop at the floor beneath us.

  “Babes, report now.” Hunter demanded at the sound of the shot.

  "One," my girl said over the radio.

  We all shut the fuck up; even Dario and I came to a standstill in the long, dark ass hallway we were running down.

  "One, one, one," Tink chanted. "What'd she...?”

  "She's counting bullets, Adrian!" Kristen stated. "Chance, what's she got?"

  "Revolver," Alyssa panted, "Terry’s here too and boy are they pissed."

  My heart just about shot up into my throat at the sound of Alyssa's voice finally able to really fucking answer us. I wasn't sure what got her to that point, but fucking-A, I was grateful.

  “Does Windsor have a weapon?” Dario asked.

  She barely whispered a “no” before Zoe echoed loudly.

  “You can't hide, bitch!" Zoe yelled, firing off another round. "Why couldn’t you just be normal, you had to ruin everything?"

  Alyssa chuckled, and I shook my head, because she just couldn't help herself. "Zoe, it’s not my fault you took the wrong kid. You got me involved. You shouldn’t have listened to the idiot in charge. It’s not like he gave a damn about you all." she answered, and then grunted.

  "Honeyface…" I warned, finally reaching the end of the hall.

  "I'm keeping her back to that boiler room door," she answered me. "I can't fire at her because I don’t have a gun." Her reminder that she insisted on being armed, though we all disagreed.

  I winced, looking over at Dario, whose face was pissed off and determined. "She's protecting her whole body. One wrong move, one wrong fall, and she gets shot.”

  "Yes," Alyssa sighed, and I could hear her worry for just a second.

  "Oh, Honeyface," I groaned, bracing my hand on the wall before stepping into the boiler room, because I knew under normal circumstances, my girl would've already taken the bitch out. "I've got you baby, okay?"

  "Yeah," she whispered again.

  "It's not just that!" Zoe yelled, firing off another shot.

  "Three," Tink and Kristen chanted softly.

  "Three more," Alyssa whispered, almost to herself.

  “You had to steal my Myles from me, make him obsessed with you!” Zoe continued, firing another.

  “Creeper Myles, really?" Alyssa asked, and I could hear her grunt again.

  Dario and I plastered ourselves on either side of the doorway, waiting for our opportunity.

  "Adrian, listen," Tink said in my ear.

  "Go," I breathed.

  "I see where you and Dario are. Alyssa is straight out, almost a direct line from the office doors. Zoe’s pacing slowly, about a hundred and twenty five feet from where you are one o'clock. Windsor at her six, got me?"

  Dario peeked slowly around the corner, shaking his head. "How does she do that?" he mouthed to me.

  I smiled, shrugging. "Perfect, Tink. Thank you. Still beautiful...don't care what you say."

  Tink's sweet giggle met my ears as I took my own quick glimpse out into the warehouse. It was dark, the only light filtering in coming from the street lamps outside. There were two small emergency lights at the far end, but they weren't helping my situation.

  Using silent hand signals, I told Dario to take the left side of the building, to stay low, to wait for my command. He nodded, slipping silently past me and immediately darting behind a few boxes.

  "I didn’t want your stupid boyfriend. Didn’t you take my nephew?" Alyssa yelled, and I watched a brief flash of teal shimmers dart from one stack of drywall to a pallet of insulation. “You touched my family!"

  I flinched, as another shot echoed loudly in the warehouse.

  Terry’s voice echoed through the building but I couldn’t tell where it was coming from, “Damn it Zoe, keep it together!”

  "One more," Alyssa, Dario, and I muttered to ourselves.

  "Keep them talking, love," I whispered, finally stepping a foot into that boiler room "One more and their defenseless."

  "I know, I know," she sighed, and I glanced up when she bolted from her current hiding spot to a new one, much further down from me.

  I raised my weapon, flicking the safety off and using both hands to aim, but my view of Zoe was blocked by a forklift.

  "I don't get it," Zoe growled, and I ducked down when she spun in one spot. "How could you end up with everything and we have nothing?"

  "By your own fucking choice," Alyssa answered her. "You brought this all on yourself, Zoe. I had nothing to do with it. Don’t expect me to feel sorry for you."

  I took a chance and glanced around the box I was hiding behind, seeing that I had Zoe in front of me. A straight fucking shot. I raised my gun, but at the last second, she moved. I could see Terry going through the stacks getting closer to Alyssa.

  "Shit," I breathed, plastering my back to the box and slipping down to the other end to peek around the side. "No shot no shot..."

  "I'm about to give you one, baby, please be fast," Alyssa stated softly, and before I could protest, warn her, or even blink, she stood up from behind a stack of plywood. She walked slowly around the large build speaking louder to Zoe. “Fine, you want my life, have it Zoe! See if it’ll fix things for you.”

  It only took a second for me to see what she did. Zoe grinned like it was Christmas as she raised her gun on my fiancé.

  I raised my gun, yelling, "Alyssa, down!"

  My girl slid to a stack of plywood at the same time Zoe spun my way, that shot flying somewhere across the warehouse. I smiled at her when all her gun did was click, an empty and hollow sound echoing in our ears, but I pulled my own trigger.

  Three rapid shots fired off my gun before Zoe Nowak hit the floor

  Silence hung heavily for just a moment, my ears ringing from the loud fire.

  “No one move !” Terry’s thin frame threatened with a fist full of my girls hair and a blade to her throat.

  "I should have known you'd be here," he grunted humorlessly, pointing to narrowing his eyes at me. "Alyssa never goes anywhere without you. Isn't that right, Miss Marshall?" he asked.

  "Right," She sneered waiting for it to all be over.

  "Here's what we're going to do," Windsor stated, "Alyssa, we have unfinished business, so we’re going to go on a little trip ..."

  What I needed was Terry's blade to stray for a second even, but he wasn't budging...yet.

  "If I don’t finish this job I don’t get paid. You are ruining my plans," he accused, narrowing his eyes at another agent as he reached for his holster.

  “Drop the guns!” He demanded with crazed eyes putting pressure on her skin. “Now”

  Dario, the other agent, and I dropped our weapons to the floor.

  “It’s pointless Terry, even if you get me out of here, they’ll just come get me again.” My girl reminded. She wasn’t afraid, just annoyed. She was no doubt waiting for the right moment to get free of him. The minute that knife wavered she was going to put him on his ass.

  "Keep it up, Alyssa," he sneered, but he was smart to keep the gun pointed at me. "I told you how I can shut you up..."

  “Hardly.” she grunted. "I’m not in a cell this time, asshole," She told him without fear. "And I'm not Zoe, either, so if you think it's going to be easy this time around, you've got another thing coming. You won't kill me. He won't let you,"

  Terry backed towards the door with her in tow, he snatched her hair tighter, the blade kicking. I froze all froze, but Alyssa didn't. There was a whisper in
the earpiece. “I’m clear Sugar…”

  It was Jackson, but I couldn’t tell exactly where he was.

  “Terry, you should never go anywhere without checking all entrances and exits" She grunted, elbowing him hard and falling to the floor, just as a bullet pierced through the warehouse, zipping past us all and nailing him in the shoulder.

  I picked up my gun but didn’t need it, because Alyssa hit him where he'd been shot, and that got his attention. He fell to his knees at the same time she brought his arm down on her knee, causing a sickening snap to echo through the building when his arm broke.

  “Get him a medic and take him in.” Jackson ordered the agent coming down the stairs. “We need an all clear.”

  I nudged Zoe with my foot to make sure she was dead, causing her head to loll to the side, but I could easily see the hole in her forehead, along with two to the center of her chest. She'd never stood a chance.

  "Clear," I grunted out, my voice raspy, my breathing heavy.

  "Adrian," Alyssa breathed, and my head finally snapped up, my gaze softening to warm, sweet, and concerned.

  "Christ, Alyssa," I groaned, running the few feet that were between us and pulling her to me. "Tell me you're okay."

  She nodded, wrapping her arms around my neck, just breathing me in. I was sure I smelled like sweat but she didn’t care. The metallic sound of my gun hitting concrete met my ears, as I rubbed her back, arms, and shoulders to make sure.

  I cupped her face, pulling her back a bit so I could look at it. Satisfied that there were no bruises I then searched the deep green set of eyes staring up at me. "You're okay?" I asked again, kissing her forehead ever so lightly feeling in her hair for where Zoe had hit her. She squinted slightly.

  She nodded again, grasping either side of my face and kissing me soundly. "Yeah, I'm okay," She breathed against my mouth somehow still smelling like lilac and honey.

  Doors burst open from what seemed like all directions at once, and a ton of people piled into the boiler room, calling clear as they checked each section. Dario was the first to make it to us, and he was holding his arm.

  "What happened?" She asked, refusing to remove herself from my side at the moment.

  "That last stray shot," he growled, rolling his eyes. "Pinged off a forklift. I'm fine. Don't even ask," he scoffed.

  “I’m coming to look right now.” Doc snapped in our ear and I laughed because I could see that there wasn’t even that much blood, and it was barely a graze, but Doc needed to see for herself and Dario was eating that shit up.

  Alyssa kissed his cheek in a thank you before looking over his shoulder to gaze darkly at Zoe’s body.

  "She's gone, baby," I soothed me, picking her up.

  She exhaled a breath of relief and then nodded. “Yeah, just two more to go. I really should have kept her talking longer, maybe she would have let slip who was pulling the strings.”

  "It's over now," I sighed; we couldn’t make her undead even if we wanted to, and I didn’t want to.

  She sighed, picking up her dress to make walking easier. I put an arm around her as we cleared the way to let Cam and Hunt’s men clean up the mess. “I believe these are yours.” Kristen offered with a smile when we stepped out of the building, Jackson at her side.

  She glared at the shoes and then at Kristen, reluctantly taking the shoes and pulling them back on. “Fine.”

  “How are you doing sweet heart?” Joanne asked when she let go of Juan to run to his aunt.

  She released me to catch him as he jumped up, taking a few moments to talk to him in Spanish before answering her. “I’m good Joanne thanks.”

  “Unca Adwien got the mean people!” Juan yelled to Cedrick when Alyssa let him down to run back over. He was holding hands with his mom, Clarissa. She smiled over at us, but I could tell that everything was a bit much. Not that I could blame her. It was becoming a bit much for me and I was trained to handle it. All I wanted to do now was catch these last two assholes so that I could marry my girl and spend the rest of our lives doing normal P.I. work.

  Alyssa held me for a second longer before pulling away when the crowds and media were in sight, though they remained blocked off by the railing and local law enforcement. “I guess I have to go do damage control.”

  “Grayson is sending Windsor to Quantico tomorrow. He thinks letting Myles know he’s the only one left, might give him incentive to talk.” My dad announced as he walked up to me. He looked at Alyssa, who was tiredly talking to press, using whatever story she was making up as she went along. “She ok?”

  “Yeah, just tired and ready for this to get over with. I’m going with you tomorrow.”

  He sighed assuming I would want that, “Are you up for it? Without losing control, son?”

  “He needs someone to lose control on him, little piece of shit.” I mumbled, but my dad was waiting for a real answer, “I’ll keep it cool dad.”

  “Alright. I’ll let Hunt know.” He looked around as well, “Let’s pack up and leave.”

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  I stood in the back of the interrogation room, my arms folded across my chest, waiting for my dad and Hunter to come back in the room. My hatred for the little cocky shit sitting at the table had not abated. In fact, it had increased. With every nightmare that Alyssa woke up from, every time Juan panicked when he was dropped off at school, and with every nervous glance Ross and Doc had when they couldn't immediately set eyes on their son, my hatred for Myles Thompson grew and grew, until it almost had a heartbeat of its own.

  "He won't live to see twenty-three, will he?" Dario chuckled in a whisper to me.

  I shook my head slowly, my lip curling. "Juan calls him...the mean man, Dar. And look at him," I growled, gesturing toward the table. We had told him about Zoe and he barely blinked. "The motherfucker's so sure that he's in control and he's only looking at more prison time that nothing gets through to him. I truly want to show him who is in control here."

  "He's a little weasel," Jackson snickered, shaking his head. "He's the kind of guy who feels he has nothing to lose, that there's nothing that can be held against him or over his head, and he's not afraid of doin' time. The key is finding that one fucking thing that he doesn't want you to know about."

  I grinned, my head snapping over to stare at him. "You have something, don't you?"

  "I might," he snickered, pulling out a folded piece of paper from his back pocket and handing it over to me.

  "Where did you get this?" I gasped, glancing over it.

  “Tink gave it to me this morning, something about sociopathic triggers,” he chuckled. “Use it, Adrian. If you use it right, this bird will sing so pretty," he said with a big ass grin.

  I smirked, holding up the piece of paper. "The girls did this shit. I'd bet my life on it. Hell, I bet even Alyssa doesn't know about this."

  "No idea, but you're probably right," he replied with a shrug, and we both looked up when my dad and Hunter walked into the room.

  My dad stopped at the table, and I held my hand out to stop him. "I've got this," I told him, and he conceded to me, stepping back to lean against the wall. I tucked the paper into my back pocket and walked around to the other side of the table. Bracing my hands flat, I looked Myles in the eye. "Have you figured out what we are yet, asshole?" I asked him slowly, raising an eyebrow at him.

  Myles grinned, sitting back in his chair, and waved a hand around. "Well, I know that jackass is FBI, and this guy, probably CIA or something" he laughed, pointing to Cam and then Hunter, who smirked back.

  "Maybe I didn't clarify the question enough for you," I sighed, shaking my head and running my hand through my hair. "I'll use small words for you, Myles. Do you have any idea what we can do to you?" I asked him, speaking even slower than before, like I was talking to an infant.

  "You can't touch me on this base. I know that much," he answered, still calm, still cocky as shit.

  I chuckled, dragging my tongue along my bottom lip. "This is true," I allowed, standi
ng up straight and beginning to pace in front of him. "However, anyone say...off this base would be free game, don't you think? I mean, you remember David, don't you?"

  That got to him, because he sneered up at me, his eyes flashing with hatred. “Fuck you!" he growled, fighting the leg cuffs we had attached to the floor.

  I laughed. "So...figured it out yet?" I asked again, pulling a chair closer and spinning it around so that I could straddle it backwards. "Alyssa must've said something to you..."

  Myles groaned, shaking his head. "Yeah, she said something about soldiers...CIA, FBI...that you were ghosts," he mumbled, shaking his head. "I thought the bitch was full of shit."

  Dario tsked, taking a step forward, but I held a hand up to stop him. Lucky Victor wasn’t here to hear that because he was nothing if not protective of her. He wouldn't stand for anything negative to be said of her, and I totally respected him for it, but now was not the time to knock this fucker out, no matter how badly we wanted to do it for calling Alyssa out of her name.

  "No, she wasn't full of shit. She was telling you the truth, dipshit," I told him. "You just chose to ignore it." I rubbed my jaw, feeling the stubble under my fingers, and studied his face. He really wasn't sure where I was going with this line of questioning. "Myles, do you know what a mercenary is?"

  His eyes grew wide and his mouth gaped, but he gathered himself together quickly. "Paid soldier," he muttered, but he said it like he was asking me.

  "Very good. Now, if I told you that I could find anyone, that I had access to just about everything about you, what would you say?" I asked him, tilting my head at him. He didn't answer me, so I went on. "Knowing what we did to David, to every member from C&K, and how we tortured you and your little friends at the farm...what do you think I'd do if I really wanted to know something important, Myles?"

  He glanced nervously around the room, obviously confused and unaware of just what I had on him. Jackson snickered, shaking his head, which caused Hunter and my father to look at him curiously.