I wasn't included with the rest of Aaron and Amara’s plan. So, I sat on the dirty leather couch in the living room in her hideout house. They were in the kitchen discussing all the flaws or whatever. Amara had immediately said I wasn't allowed to join the conversation since I was a cop. The way she said that word so sickly made my stomach turn. It wasn't like I was a bad guy, but to any criminal; I probably was. Sitting alone on a disgusting and uncomfortable couch makes you think of the current events. My head and chest hurt at the thought of how Sean had looked in the cell. Sick, angry, betrayed, and it was all from me. The way his eyes had been filled with hatred when I’d walked in made me feel like I would throw up. I was so irritated with myself that I had ultimately not realized that another guy was in the house. He had short dark brown hair, subtle frame, but muscles were rippling under his shirt, his eyes were a gray-blue that put me on edge. He kept glancing over at me then at the front window. He was waiting for my backup to arrive. They won't so calm down you prick.
I heard Amara laugh and I saw the bodyguard look in the direction it had come from then glanced at me. I shifted uncomfortably under his unnatural colored gaze. Then what sounded like someone being thrown against a wall made me and the guy jump to our feet, just to see a glimpse of Aaron and Amara shoving each other’s tongues down each other's throats. I gave the man a sideways glance, he looked disappointed.
“Amara. This is the guy you were going to kill, remember? He didn't even finish your file clearing.”
She pulled away for a moment and fixed a few strands of hair that blocked her gaze.
“Yeah, I know. Just wanted a little fun.”
I saw Aaron frown for a second, but it just went straight back to the player look that was always on his face.
The guard and I exchanged an annoyed glance. We stood there awkwardly until they stopped, adjusting their shirts and hair. I looked at Aaron, and he shrugged. These are the most professional criminals. Wow.
“Have you figured out your genius plan yet? Or are you going to continue having make out sessions?” I demanded.
I was pissed. More so at Amara than at Aaron, she was sober, and mr. Sunshine wasn't.
“Damn. You're one salty son of bitch Fischbach.” Amara said, stretching her back.
I frowned and suddenly felt panicked. I don't even know what Samuel’s plan with Sean is. He wouldn't tell me.
“We're running out of time. If you ever want to see Sean ever again Aaron, we have to act fast.”
Aaron sighed and glanced at Amara.
“You said it'll happen tomorrow? For sure?”
“Yep.” She said, looking at her bright red nails.
Aaron turned back to me and let out a breath.
“Well officer Fish, time for you to return to being Samuel’s bitch. Maybe find some new info, I'll be at my motel.”
“I'm not Samuel’s b-”
“You pretty much are, you did rad out the one you loved,” Amara said back.
I froze as her green gaze pierced me. She wasn't wrong. But I'm not letting that bitch get to me.
After I'd dropped Aaron off at his motel, I went to the prison that was holding Sean. When I'd arrived, Samuel had met me in the parking lot.
“Where in the hell have you been?”
I got out of my car and shut the door.
“Looking for Aaron. I said that.”
His initial hostility disappeared, it was replaced by curiosity.
“Sorry, forgot. Find any sign of him by chance?”
“Nope. He's wiped his tracks clean like usual.”
He looked a little disappointed, but also glad. But why? What’s the point of getting one out of two criminals, even if I didn’t want that; but still. I was trained to do what was best for the public, and Aaron running around out there is a public danger. I put my keys in my pocket as Samuel started for the building. I followed uneasily, the stress of the next few days starting to crush me. I was a police officer, trained for the job for years, almost a sheriff, but instead, I was on the side of both the people I’ve worked so hard to be; and the enemy. And that enemy happens to have captivating icy blue eyes.
I’d never actually realized, but his eyes were so...I don’t know. They seemed to search every part of me with a glance, the type of bright eyes that have a darkness behind them, eyes that knew things. His messy hair and perfect posture. Everything about him made me so interested. The way his muscles rippled under his shirt, from fighting so much no doubt. The way he’d pretend not to be amused, but let it show by a slight half smile that he didn’t think anyone could catch. How when he’d left me, he’d hesitated...and had come back.
“Earth to Mark?”
I snapped out of my thoughts to realize I was in the building now, in the vacant cafeteria.
“Where’d you go?” Samuel asked.
He smiled and patted me on the shoulder.
“It’s okay, we all zone out sometimes.”
Stop ruining the goddamn moment