by Eden Rose
“Savannah?”
My head perks up as I hear the male voice. But it couldn’t be Vincent.
The water is cold as Leo throws me into the shower. Before I know it, my body is numb from the water and in the throes of shivering. Leo is a gentleman who picks me up and leads me back to my bed. I register that he’s talking but nothing is being computed.
Anne’s voice filters in through my ears and I don’t understand how she got here. When did she get here? I’m so out of it that I start crying harder.
*
I’m not sure how long I was out but I awoke to a bright light in my eyes. Quickly, I squeeze my eyelids tighter together and hope that it works. It doesn’t. The light doesn’t go away.
“Baby doll…” I hear the voice of a man that I’m in love with but I know that it can’t be him.
I flinch and move away from the voice. “Go away,” I growl and push myself further into the blankets. I don’t want to admit that I’m hoping it is Vincent more than anything. I miss him more than I could ever admit.
Am I that out of it that I’m dreaming of Vincent? Am I imagining him or something? Oh god. I have gone completely crazy.
Hands grab my face and my eyes snap open. My green eyes are met with the chocolate brown ones that I would know from anywhere. “My lovely, how are you feeling?”
My eyes flood with tears that spill over to my cheeks and Vincent wipes them away. “Like I got ran over by a dump truck.”
Vincent climbs into bed with me and wraps his arm around my waist. “I missed you. Baby, you need to take better care of yourself. What happened?”
I shrug because I don’t even know what happened. “I’m not sure. Why are you out of prison?”
He kisses my cheek and then my lips softly. “Sammy got me out to come check on you. I have to go back soon.”
Vincent
“What do you mean? Can’t you stay?” Her eyes welled with tears again and I feel like the biggest fucking asshole in the world. If I wouldn’t have killed her ex husband, none of this would have happened. We would still be in honeymoon bliss.
I pushed her hair back from her face and wiped her tears off her cheeks. “I’m sorry, baby. You know I can’t.”
The doctor comes in and growls when he sees me in bed with my wife. I shake my head at him in a way of telling him that I’m not leaving her. She’s my wife and I want to be here with her as long as I can.
“Miss Moretti,” the doctor starts but I shake my head.
“Mrs. Moretti. I’m her husband and she’s married,” I growl and bare my teeth at the good doctor. I’m not going to allow some man to act as if I’m not here.
He looks down at the clipboard and I get blinded by the light shining on his bald head. “Sorry. You know your wife was severely dehydrated. That is why she passed out. It is shown that she hasn’t ate or drank anything in over a week. I’m worried about her safety.”
My heart is about to fall out of my chest and I want to kill him. “Are you insinuating that I’m not taking care of her?” A red film has covered my eyes as I try and focus on my fucking wife in my arms and not the doctor that I’m about to bury.
Savannah tenses and places her hand on my shoulder. My face turns to face her since she’s touching me. Her eyes flood more and the tip of her ears are turning pink from the frustration. “It’s not your fault. I got upset because I… we… weren’t pregnant.”
It’s my turn to flinch. “Excuse me?” What is she talking about?
The doctor opens his dirty mouth to say something and I feel like I’m about to break him into two pieces. “Can you leave so I can talk to my wife?” I demand without any room for him to argue with me.
“Sir-”
I move my head to face him and give him the look of death. “Please,” Savannah whispers.
Once the doctor has left, I cover her body like a blanket. I can’t get close enough to her. “After I left you on our visit… I didn’t get my period so I thought for sure that I was pregnant. However, when I went to the doctor’s they told me I wasn’t.”
Have you ever felt as if you were worse than dirt under your fucking shoe? I feel like the worst husband ever. Tears formed in my eyes and I looked at my incredible wife. I knew she wanted to be a mother badly, but I had no idea that she would stop taking care of herself. “Baby, please, please take care of yourself. When this all over, I promise we fill our home up with as many children as you want. This doesn’t work without you healthy. How am going to survive knowing that you are killing yourself?”
She starts crying harder and I hold her closer. “Savannah, you are my fucking sky and I can’t have you doing this shit to yourself. Please, for me, take care of yourself. I promise when we get to be together- everything will be perfect.”
“Vincent, I just miss you so much.”
We hold each other for about ten more minutes before that doctor comes back. I chuckle a little because Savannah pats my shoulder to tell me to behave. “Mr. Moretti, your wife is very sick. She is severely dehydrated and undernourished.”
I wrap her tighter and hold her to my chest. “Baby, I’m so sorry,” I whisper.
“Do you have someone to take care of her after we send her home? We need someone there to help her eat and remind her to drink plenty of water.”
My instincts were to tell him she does, but he was staring at my orange jumpsuit. Fuck. I forgot all about that. “Don’t worry. She will have someone to take care of her.”
“We want her to stay over night to make sure she keeps getting the vital nutrients that she needs and then in the morning- she can leave.”
With that, the doctor turns to walk out the door. Once he’s left, I kiss her lips. I kiss them so many times that her lips get chapped, but I don’t care. I need to let her know that I miss her and I will continue to miss her.
***
Two Days Later
“Detective Carter!” I hear my dispatch squawk at me almost making me spill my coffee.
I grab the talking piece and bark out a: “What?”
“We found the inmate that you have been looking for.”
My back shoots straight and I drop my coffee into the holder and then say: “Keep talking.”
“Vincent ‘Pop’ Moretti and his wife, Savannah Moretti, their house had a big explosion. Fire chief is on his way.”
“Thank you.”
I drive over the bridge to the wreckage and feel giddy. I have been trying to take him down for years. Ever since his father died, I knew that Pop would take over the administration. Granted, there haven’t been as many known murders, but I knew it would be only a matter of time.
Stilarno had disappeared a while ago and no one has seen him yet. He was a dirty cop and it was only a matter of time before people found out about him. Fuck, I would have killed him myself. He was apart of the Dice but everyone knew that he had a hard on for Pop.
Why? No one has been able to find that out.
I have come to the realization that Stilarno is probably dead. Or more than likely. I was one of the officers that arrested Pop and questioned him. I noticed that he realized that Stilarno ratted on him and I knew it was only a matter of time before he got dealt with.
The Lucky Family is fucking dangerous and they have finally been stopped. They might not be fucking broadcasting their business, but I know that they are doing some illegal shit.
What remains of their home, is charbroiled and grilled. The whole house has been damaged by the fire and it’s unrecognizable. “Any survivors?” I ask the fire chief as I get out of my car.
She shakes her head and then points. “If there is, they ran out immediately. The house is toast and we have found the remains of a man and a woman. Unfortunately, due to the carnage, it would be next to impossible to identify them.”
I rub the back of my balding head and walk back to my police cruiser. Fuck!
Five Years Later
Mark and Cassidy have been living in their house for five years. They
love that they have the ability to look out at the Colorado Mountains and raise their daughter out here. Even though it’s different than the city, Mark and Cassidy enjoy the quiet nature.
“Baby doll,” Mark whispers to Cassidy as he blankets her in his body. “Your daughter is awake.”
Cassidy shakes her long brown hair, however, he’s happy that there’s still blonde in it. “She’s your daughter before I’m awake.”
Even though they couldn’t have children, Mark and Cassidy managed to adopt a daughter who’s parents died when she five. She was in the car when this happened and has suffered from nightmares. At the ripe age of ten, Calista is slowly letting go of the past.
Her dark hair is curled as she strolls into her parents’ bedroom and jump on the bed. “Mom, Dad! I’m hungry.”
Cassidy picks her head up and says: “Okay, I will cook. But no one can say anything about my food.”
Calista runs out the room with her curls flying out behind her. “You, my vixen wife, have made me a happy man.”
The bark of their mixed dog makes their daughter squeal. “Cherub! Mom and Dad are awake!”
The End
Or is it?
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Cuffed: The Lock Down Series
"Miss. Delacruz, why don't you begin by telling me a little about yourself." My therapist was what I would refer to as a "therrapist." She constantly was talking to me like she never met me before.
"Well, Mable, I am twenty five years old and am married to my job. That's really all that I have going on with my life."
"I think there is more going on. Last time we spoke you mentioned how you enjoyed not being in a relationship. Is that still the case?"
"Yes. Yes, it is. How could I be in a relationship if I am constantly moving? That wouldn't be fair to any of us." Why my not wanting to be coupled off affected my work I will never know. Of course I am not the ball buster that the agency thinks that I am. However, I will not allow myself to get soft over another person. This was my career and this is what I wanted.
"Have you considered changing careers so you can have a relationship?"
"Mable, come on. You know the answer to that question. Quit being a dumb ass. I don't even know why I come here." I crossed my arms around my chest and tapped my foot.
She leaned over her desk and stared at me. "You are here because Internal Affairs wants to make sure you are still okay."
I stared down the therapist. For some reason she always likes to bring up the fact that this is ordered especially after my last case. Mable liked to bring up my commitment issues every time we met which was now twice a week.
There was no way I could knock that wall down and tell her the reason why I was made to come here. Of course she could probably guess that it had something to do with my family. Isn't that what everyone does when something goes wrong? Blame it on their family?
I refuse to blame it on my family. Of course, the lack of love that my parents shared might have a lot to do with my commitment issues. There was only one person that I could ever let in.
However, I was deeply afraid of what could happen if he blew my world apart again.
Untold: The Untold Stories Series
When I woke up this morning, something told me that everything was about to change. I don't have any clue as to why I would feel that way, but there is something that is thick in the air.
Liz has moved her stuff out of my place yesterday, and the apartment feels empty. Just like everything else that has gone wrong in her life, she blames me. However, this time it was my fault. The final hoorrah, so to speak.
I pull myself out of bed and stretch out my back as I swing my legs over to the side. On the side of the bed, I see a tanned leg poking out. Oh, fuck. What was her name? Carey? Ashley? Sarah? I don't know but I am beginning to remember why I don't drink whiskey.
Yesterday, I allowed myself a little pity party and grabbed Kurt and Brent before going to the bar where we drank entirely too much. My friends gave me all sorts of shit about being sad Liz left but they knew how much work I had into that relationship. After about six or ten shots, this brunette approaches me and we hit it off.
And now it's time for her to get out.
Quietly, I gather her shit up and place it next to her on my bed and wait for the inevitable morning after talk. I hate the "where do you see us going" conversation which is why I don't like to bring girls back to my place because its harder to kick them out when they are here.
Before I can get her up, the front door opens and I hear heels clacking on the floor. Who could be here? I thought Liz left her key so it couldn't be her.
But I was wrong. So. Fucking. Wrong.
Liz stuck her blonde head into my room and looked at the sleeping form. "You have got to be kidding me, Damien!" She screamed as she stomped towards me. I feel her little hands as they press into my shoulders and she shoves me. "I can't believe you would do this to me! Who is she! Have you been seeing her this whole time?"
Wow. "How did you get in?" I roar at her as I stand to my full height. We broke up, this is ridiculous.
The girl in my bed pulls the blankets off of her head and takes in the scene. Well, at least I did something right. I've always had a thing for brunettes with olive skin. This woman fits my type. "Um, hi?" The unnamed girl says as she sits up with the blanket around her chest.
"That's not the problem! Why... how... could you do this to me?" She cries and grips her hair in her hands. "I... thought... I thought you... would... Damn it, Damien!"
Suddenly, I feel what's about to change. I have finally pushed her too far. Instead of dealing with this, I need to get her to go. "We broke up. You left me. It’s time to go!" Liz has always been a loose wire and this time I'm so worried that I shoved her past the breaking point. As of yesterday, she looks different to me, older. Did I do this to her?
"Damien, I loved you... Come on. You knew we would get back together. Please!" Liz grips my biceps in her hands and her eyes beg me.
Part of me wanted to get her to stay and see if we could work this out, but it would only be a matter of time before she spiraled again. In the beginning our relationship was perfect. She was smiling all of the time and loved being around me. Something changed over the year, though, and now that woman is long gone.
Liz shifts out of my arms and then runs out the door seconds later, the sleeper in my bed has left too. My house is quiet and I feel my world shift a little.
I am alone and it's the way its supposed to be. Three hours later, I'm seated on my couch watching the game when someone knocks on my door. I'm not expecting anyone so this is strange.
As I get off of my couch, I think about how terrible it would be if it were Liz. There is nothing left to be said and I know it as much as she does.
I see a blue coat and a man I've never seen before through my peep hole. "Who is it?" I demand through the door and wait for an answer.
The man turns and holds a badge up to the peep hole on the other side of the door. "Dr. Damien Alexander? Open the door please. I'm Officer Howard."
I open the door and lean against the opening to block him from coming in. "What can I do for you?" Why a cop would be here, I have no idea.
The cop pulled a notebook out of his front picket and looked at me. "Do you know," he looked down and then back at me, "Elizabeth Harding?"
My chest swelled and I felt my breathing pick up. Shit, did I push her her so far where she would call the cops? "Yes, what is this regarding?"
"I need you to come with me to answer some questions."
"What? Why?" Um, what is going on. "Officer Howard, I'm a little at a disadvantage. Why do I need to come with you?"
"You're wanted for questioning. Come on, let's go."
See, I knew everything was about to change and things would never be th
e same again.