The XOXO New Adult Collection: 16 Full Length New Adult Stories

by Brina Courtney

  “Doctor Marc Jones.” He extended his hand to me, and I shook it. “I would like to have a word with you, Miss Glass.”

  No shit. Just as I was afraid. “Doctor Jones, I haven’t had a chance to talk with my lawyer. I’ll listen to what you have to say, but I won’t make any promises and I won’t agree to anything. Are we clear?”

  “Absolutely.” He nodded and smiled. He had a nice, easy smile. A shrink for sure—that smile was well practiced to put people at ease right from the start.

  As I suspected, Doctor Jones went on to analyze the psychological state I was in, ready to work with me on any trauma resulting from today’s events. Sure I was scared and unsure of where I had to go next, but I wasn’t buying into his attempt of convincing me to stay in the witness protection program.

  About ten minutes later, I had had enough of this conversation. “I think we are done here, Doctor Jones,” I said with finality. I got up and walked to the entrance of the rig. Ethan stood outside, quietly talking with his Chief and four FBI agents.

  The good doctor tried to persuade me to talk some more, but I put my hand out, cutting him off. I had no intention of continuing this nonsense, even if it seemed rude of me to act the way I did. Screw that. Pleasantries were the last thing on my mind now.

  Reluctantly, the doctor slid past me and out of the vehicle. I put my hood back on and went to the door. Ethan watched me, his eyes holding mine spellbound. What was going on? I had such a hard time looking away from him. Finally, I motioned to Special Agents Drasco and Cornell to get closer. As soon as they did, I told them that I was going to call Jessica Leothon, my lawyer’ to discuss my situation.

  “I’ll let you know as soon as I’m done talking with her.” I took my cell phone out and dialed. I should’ve done that immediately after I climbed out of the panic room, but I kept hesitating. I was afraid she would try to convince me to stay in the program and offer no other choices. So what was the point in dialing her? Nevertheless it was a necessary and responsible thing to do.

  She picked up on the second ring. “Lis... Gloria. Is everything okay?” Gloria Glass was my under-cover name the FBI assigned to me while in the program. But Jessica knew me by my real name—Lisbeth Anderson.

  She asked if everything was okay, so she didn’t know a thing about today’s events. Nobody contacted her on my behalf just yet. She was based in Tampa. I didn’t know if anyone except myself or the FBI agents who were assigned to my immediate protection and who died in the explosion this morning would call her right away. The thought about Special Agents Vera and Kolaski caused a stab of pain and sorrow in my chest. In those two weeks, since my transfer to Portland from Florida, they became like sisters to me.

  “Jessica,” I tried very hard to keep my voice steady. I didn’t want to cry or to appear weak and scared. No matter how scared and unsure of my future I was right now, I had to stay strong for my own sake. That was my only hope to survive.

  I had to remain focused and press forward—just the way I learned to be while tossed from one foster home to another. “Listen, there was an explosion. Special Agents Vera and Kolaski are dead. I slept in the safe room so—”

  “What?” she yelled. “What explosion? Where... what happened? Are you okay?”

  “Yes, I’m fine. The building was completely leveled.” I proceeded to explain all I knew.

  She listened, and when I said that I don’t feel safe in the FBI witness protection plan, Jessica remained quiet for a long moment. Finally she said, “As your lawyer I can’t advise you to withdraw from the protection program. We don’t know for sure that someone else wasn’t behind the attack. In fact, we don’t know you were the target. I’m dialing the FBI as soon as I hang up with you.”

  I sighed. “Seriously, who else would be the target?”

  Chapter Four

  ETHAN

  The feds were furious with Gloria. They didn’t want her to pull out from the program. They were convinced she wouldn’t make it another day on her own. She, most likely, wouldn’t. Chief Holton pleaded with me to make her cooperate, but I wasn’t going to manipulate Gloria. She had to make her own mind. If she stayed under the FBI’s protection, it needed to be her own choice, although I wasn’t about to voice my opinion and get accused of swaying the witness. Yeah, like convincing her to actually stay in the program wouldn’t fall under that very category. I learned to keep my mouth shut long ago, and that wasn’t about to change.

  Gloria made it clear that she didn’t want to see any of the agents right now. Thankfully, they left her alone for a while. But time was running out, and they wanted to take her. So they brought some shrink dude to talk with her—so much for letting her calm down on her own.

  He climbed into the rig. I stayed behind and went to check on my team instead. They were out of the structure already. Fortunately, the fire didn’t spread too much inside the adjacent building, and so they were done fairly quickly. Jack briefed me about the progress: the team went in, secured the area, and checked all the parts of the structure for explosives and more fire. They found none.

  The units were loading their equipment onto the rigs. I knew there would be loads of paperwork to take care of—even more than normal since the FBI was involved.

  Jack took his fireproof coat off. “It’s getting fucking hot. I’m gonna find water, bro. You want some?”

  “I’m good, thanks. Had some already.”

  Jack went to our truck. I walked back to the paramedics’ rig. Chief Holton and four agents talked quietly right outside the entrance. I heard Gloria’s angry voice coming from the inside, “I think we are done here, Doctor Jones.”

  A few moments later, the shrink left the rig, passing us on his way out. Gloria stuck her hooded head out. Her eyes found mine. She didn’t look away for a long while. Finally, she glanced at the two of the FBI suits and motioned to them to come closer.

  Her looking at me like this—with a stubborn expectation—stirred something deep inside me, something different from what my regular reaction to women was. This wasn’t the simple desire to bend a girl over and fuck her senseless until we were both spent and happy. I couldn’t quite understand what I was experiencing, but one thing was for sure: Gloria was able to evoke something else in me than my normal primal desire to have mind-blowing sex. Or maybe I was going crazy since none of it made sense anymore.

  I had a feeling she was a strong-willed woman who knew exactly what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to stand up to others.

  I walked away from the group, not wanting to interact with the feds more than was necessary. My Battalion was getting ready to leave. Jack was taking care of the last preparations.

  He took me aside and, shooting quick glances around, asked under his breath, “What’s the story with that chick?”

  I knew my best friend. He always kept his mouth shut. We went through some hell together while serving in Afghanistan. We trusted each other completely, so I told him about Gloria’s situation.

  Jack whistled softly. “So now what?”

  I exhaled forcefully. “Someone needs to help her.”

  “Meaning who, exactly?”

  “Meaning, I might be able to hide that girl for a while, since she’s withdrawing from the fed’s witness protection program.”

  “Are you fucking kidding me? What are you? A babysitter?”

  I didn’t say anything.

  “Bro, this is messed up. She’s not some little kid who just needs a place to stay for a bit. She’s the only witness in a murder case,” Jack whispered frantically, still keeping his voice low.

  “She needs someone to help her. She’s got no family and no friends to speak of.

  Jack’s laugh sounded bitter. He shook his head and spat on the ground. “I’m tellin’ ya. This is too messed up.” He looked over to the side and was silent for a few heartbeats. When he turned his face back to me, he said, “You can’t let it go, can you? That Afghan spy girl? That’s what this is about, right?”

  I wanted to
punch something. Hard. I didn’t want to be reminded of what had happened in the past, of what had made me leave the service as soon as I was allowed, right at the end of my four-year term. The anguish I had finally managed to bury deep inside my soul had no business resurfacing now. My jaw hurt from tensing, but thankfully my self-control immediately kicked in.

  I pushed my hands inside my pants pockets and took a deep, slow breath... then another one... and one more. The crowd was composed of spectators, the media, the police, and fuck knew who else was still swirling around, gaping and pointing. Rescue 12 and 18 were about to leave. Our job here was done. Except it really wasn’t. My job wasn’t.

  I had an obligation I imposed on myself after I let that teenage Afghan girl get captured, raped, and beaten to death by the Taliban scum. It was my fault, no matter what Jack or everyone else said. I could’ve opened fire and dragged her back into the building. But instead, I sat there, watching, because that’s what my orders were—to stay hidden and under no circumstances reveal my presence until I was told otherwise. If I went against the orders... yeah, I would’ve gotten myself in big shit, but our team’s informer girl wouldn’t have died.

  So many nights I lay in bed, drenched in sweat, with my heart violently thrashing in my chest, unable to get the vision out of my mind. She was barely sixteen—a little, skinny thing wrapped in a black chador. She wanted so badly to escape that life. Her dream was to be brought to America and attend college to earn a nursing degree. A dream that she’d cherished for years, only to have it slayed along with her life. And I let that happen.

  Her name was Najia. She told me it meant “One Who Is Saved”. How ironic.

  “Ethan!” Jack’s voice brought me back to reality. He shook his head and shoved his hand through his hair. “Buddy, you have to stop blaming yourself. It wasn’t your fucking fault. It just wasn’t. You had orders. We all did.”

  I didn’t comment.

  “So now what? You will try to save the whole damn world? I know it’s hard, but—”

  “No, but I can try to save that one.” I tipped my chin toward the paramedics rig.

  “That’s guilt talking!”

  I shrugged. I didn’t feel like having that discussion, so I started toward the rig. Jack swore and caught up with me.

  “You made up your mind, huh? No talking you out of this?” he asked.

  I walked fast, without slowing down.

  “Right.” He swore again. “Okay, how can I help?”

  “Stay out of this.”

  “Fuck no! I’m not leaving you alone to deal with this shit, even though you’re a crazy asshole,” he puffed.

  “Runs in the family,” I shot back.

  He smirked. “Yeah, I suppose.”

  I glanced at my best friend. His father and mine were brothers, so we looked a lot like each other. He often passed for my own brother, especially because I had four of them, and Jack had five of his own siblings. It was damn hard for anyone to keep track of who was who in our large family.

  I grinned at him, trying to ease out his worries. “I can handle this.”

  He rolled his eyes. “Okay, listen. Don’t play a fucking hero, you hear me? I’m here for you. You’re an honorable idiot but I’ve got your back.”

  “Sure. I learned from the best idiot.” I pointed at him. “See ya at the firehouse.”

  He mumbled something, but I was already walking away. I wanted to get the hell out of here. The Chief was waiting for me with Chris by the paramedics’ rig. The feds weren’t there, and I wondered if they somehow managed to convince Gloria to leave with them after all.

  “Where is she?” I asked in stride.

  “Inside. Ethan, wait...” Chris called after me.

  I turned my head to her.

  “Let’s do this. I’m okay with it.”

  I nodded. “Thanks, Chris.”

  Chapter Five

  ETHAN

  Chief Holton took me to the side. “Ethan, what the hell is going on? The feds are telling me this young lady is withdrawing from their witness protection plan. That wasn’t what you were asked to do.”

  “I can’t convince her to go against her gut. She’s free to do as she pleases,” I told him. “I tried, Chief.”

  He sighed. “Okay, Ethan. I know you did. What’s her plan now then?”

  I glanced around for any spying ears and quietly said, “She’s coming with me. I’m gonna offer her my guest room in my Lake cabin for a few days while she sorts things out with her lawyer.”

  The Chief’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Are you serious? Ethan, this is... ah, crap.”

  “She just needs to lay low for a bit. She’s scared, and from what I gathered, she has no place to go.”

  He looked at me in silence, his face hard. “Ethan, I hope you know what you’re getting yourself into. I should’ve never asked you to get involved.”

  “Don’t sweat it, Chief. If I didn’t want to help her, I wouldn’t.”

  “Let me know if I can do anything.”

  “Thanks, Chief. I will.”

  “And don’t worry about the incident documentation. I will take care of it all, son.”

  “That would be a big help.”

  Chapter Six

  GLORIA

  Chris was back in the rig. Ethan came back soon after she returned. I didn’t want to talk to anyone. I just wanted to be left alone. My heart beat a fast staccato in my chest again, and I had to lean quickly with my back against the vehicle wall to keep from falling onto the floor. Black spots clouded my vision. I could hear the blood rushing through my ears, blocking all the sounds.

  My eyelids fluttered. I saw Ethan and Chris bolt to my side. Ethan’s mouth was moving, but I couldn’t understand the words. He scooped me up in his arms and reclined me down on the bench I occupied before. Chris kneeled next to me and put the oxygen mask over my nose and mouth.

  “Breath slowly.” I read her lips.

  I was unable to keep my eyes open. Everything just stopped and went black.

  I wasn’t sure how long until I regained consciousness. The oxygen mask was still on my face, and something very cold was placed over my forehead and under the back of my neck. First thing I saw was Ethan’s frowning face. His dark eyes were focused on me. They were so... dark, and deep... wow, I could get lost in them.

  Chris was checking my pulse. Ethan touched the side of my face. His hand felt comfortably warm, gentle, and almost familiar.

  I took a deep breath and sighed with relief. My heart slowed down, and I experienced a strange calm sliding over me. Maybe they gave me a shot of something to ease my nerves?

  “Gloria, how are you feeling?” Ethan’s low, raspy voice sounded concerned. That gentleness didn’t quite belong to his masculine, chiseled features, and hard stare. He reeked of an alpha-male decisiveness and dominance. I would never want to get on his bad side.

  “Did I pass out?” I croaked and cleared my throat.

  “Yes. I think you had a panic attack. Has that ever happened to you before?” he asked.

  I looked away. I didn’t want to think of the last two weeks. The panic attacks started immediately when the police took me in, after my frantic call to report Helen’s murder. It was as if a switch was flipped inside me. My normal laid-back, calm attitude was gone. It was replaced by a constant state of fright and awareness that the ruthless killers out there were looking for me. I was next on their hit list.

  “When did they start?” Ethan’s stare softened a notch when I turned my head to look at him again. “The panic attacks. When did they start?”

  “I feel so tired,” I whispered.

  “Gloria, what about those panic attacks? Is that something new? Have you seen a doctor lately?” Ethan was persistent. He seemed like a man who never took “no” for an answer.

  He loomed over me, sitting next to me on the bench. Over six feet of a hard-muscled, wide-shouldered male made me feel vulnerable and stupidly weak inside. I hated myself for it. No man has e
ver affected me that way, and I didn’t welcome such intrusion.

  “What panic attacks? I just freaked out for a moment. That doesn’t mean I had a panic attack.” I was angry—at him, at myself, at the FBI, and at everyone else who forced themselves on me in the name of protection, help, or whatever the hell they felt was their right.

  “This was the classic panic attack. I don’t know your story, but I assume you were in a difficult situation and that might have resulted in a possible Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. Have you talked with a physician about your symptoms?”

  Okay, screw that. He was a trained paramedic and whatever else—I had a feeling there was a lot more to this guy than working as a firefighter. No way I could fool him. So I made a snap decision to tell him about this whole mess I was in.

  “Two weeks ago, I witnessed the gang rape and murder of my good friend. We worked at a restaurant close to the University campus, just four evenings a week to make a few bucks and get some free meals. One night... it was really late... there was a large birthday party, and so we were asked if we could work till closing. Neither of us would ever turn away a possibility of making some extra cash. The place was two blocks down from the campus so we just walked back.” My voice shook, and so did my hands. I took a deep, cleansing breath to compose myself and then one more. They didn’t help much.

  Ethan handed me a plastic bottle of water. I accepted, sat up, and took a long swig. Cool liquid felt calming and refreshing in my throat.

  Chris took the ice packs that fell onto the bench and put them away inside a freezer part of a tiny fridge in the corner. She pulled out another set of ice packs, but I shook my head to stop her.

  I looked back at Ethan. He was concentrating on me, waiting for me to continue.

  “I realized that I forgot my purse from the restaurant, so I asked Helen—that was my friend’s name—to return with me to get it. But she said she had a sore spot on her heel and would rather wait for me there. I promised to be quick and come back in a couple of minutes. I hurried, but the restaurant owner stopped me to ask if I had the key to the locker. When I finally got back to the spot I left Helen at, she wasn’t there. And then I heard her scream. It sounded awful, scared, like that of a very hurt animal. Then it stopped. They must have covered her mouth. These guys were laughing and taunting her. I heard them slapping her. I didn’t know how to help without becoming a victim myself.”