Priest (A Standalone Bad Boy Romance Love Story)

by Claire Adams

  “Um, Paul said you didn’t use a cell phone. Is that okay?”

  “It’s a throwaway,” she said. She punched in a number and after a beat she said, “Hello, this is Marie Newman. My son Victor is in fifth grade in Mr. Glover’s room. I just need to make sure that you understand absolutely no one is to pick him up other than myself or my brother Paul Delport…” She was quiet, listening, and then she said, “Okay. Yes, I appreciate that so much. Thank you.” She hung up the phone and for the first time, she really looked at me. I hoped that the really freaked-out by all of this way that I was feeling wasn’t showing on my face. “I’m sorry,” she said. “What did you say your name was?”

  “It’s Jessie,” I said. “I need to call Paul.” I took out my phone and she gestured for me to have a seat. Paul answered after a couple of rings and I said, “Hey! I’m here. Marie is fine. She called the school and Victor is too.”

  “Great. Thank you so much, Jessie. Tell her I’ll be by later tonight. I have to get rid of this asshole on my tail first.”

  “Paul, don’t do anything—”

  “Stupid? Don’t worry. Mitch is the fool here, not me.”

  I hung up and turned to Marie who had sat down next to me. I managed a nervous smile and she said, “I’ve seen you before, I think. You were at the fight the other night?”

  “Yeah, I was.”

  “And you must be the “Pretty lady with the long red hair” that Victor told me about. You met him at Paul’s house. It’s rare for Paul to have a “friend” that he introduces us to.”

  I smiled genuinely then. “Aw, that’s sweet. Yes, that was me. Your son is a really cute, polite kid.”

  “Are you Paul’s girlfriend?”

  “No!” I said that a little too forcefully. Marie looked amused and said,

  “I might be a little biased, but most women would be happier than that about being my brother’s girlfriend, I think.”

  I laughed and said, “Yeah, I’m sure. I didn’t mean that in a bad way. Paul and I actually just met. The morning that Victor saw me he’d driven me home from the sports bar because I had a little too much to drink. I work at the gym where he trains.”

  “So you’re a trainer?”

  “Yes.”

  “Very cool. I’m sorry that you had to get mixed up in my mess.”

  “Don’t be sorry,” I said. “It’s not your fault.”

  “How did you and Paul figure out that Mitch was following him?”

  “Mitch showed up on my doorstep. He forced his way into my apartment.”

  “Oh my God! He didn’t hurt you, did he?”

  Mitch must’ve really been something since everyone kept asking me that with genuine concern. “He didn’t hurt me,” I told her. “He told me that he’s a detective and he told me that he was after you for child abuse charges.”

  Marie stood up off the couch. I could tell that she was angry now too. “He’s lying. Jessie, I swear…I’d die before I hurt my son. I’ve changed my whole life to keep him safe.” Her eyes looked so sincere; it was hard to doubt her. I didn’t know her, she could’ve been lying. At that point though, I wanted to believe her and Paul over Mitch.

  “I don’t believe him. He’s not given me any reason to trust him. I want to believe you…and Paul.”

  Marie smiled and said, “You like my brother, I can see it in your eyes.” I wasn’t sure what she saw there, but at the moment all I was feeling was extreme stress and a little bit of confusion. “He’s a good guy. He’s overcome a lot and he’s so determined to be the best…If my problems didn’t keep getting in his way. He can’t stop living to protect us.”

  “Marie, is Mitch abusive?”

  She stared at a spot on the wall for a long time before saying, “Yes. He takes great pleasure in the feelings of control he gets from hurting a woman. He’s a bully. He goes after anyone weaker than him. He gets on Paul every chance he gets because he knows my brother is too good to do to him what he’d really like to, but he usually won’t pick fights with other men. He’s a coward, just like most bullies are. Women and children…That’s why he targeted you. He thinks women are weak.”

  “And what about Victor? Are you worried that Mitch will hurt him?”

  “He hasn’t ever physically hurt him…yet. But, one night about a few years ago Mitch got really violent with me and put me in the hospital. It was the first time he’d ever done it in front of our son. Victor was six at the time. I knew when I got strong enough I had to leave. I couldn’t have my son growing up that way. Victor and I have been moving around ever since. Every time I think we’ve lost him for good, he finds us. Paul won’t go on with his own life because he’s taken it upon himself to protect us twenty-four seven now. This has to end. I just wish I knew how to do that so that everyone was left safe and sound.”

  “Have you tried going through the court? Can’t you document all of this, use it against him?”

  “He’s a cop. He’s a well-respected one in the city, believe it or not. He’s a bully and a terrible human being, but he does his job well and his colleagues cover for him. I have a record. I was arrested when I was a teenager on a drug charge. I was holding a few pounds of marijuana for a friend. I decided to roll a joint for myself and my friends as a young, stupid kid would do. I was smoking it in a bathroom in the park. The cops busted in and my friends ran faster than me. Mitch was a beat cop then. He arrested me.”

  “Oh wow!”

  “Yeah…he booked me in and then took me into an interview room. He was really sweet and he told me that he didn’t want me to be saddled with a record for the rest of my life…a drug charge. It was an “Intent to sell” charge because I had so much dope on me. I started thinking that he wanted sex at the time, but he didn’t ask for anything and I was a scared kid…I wasn’t offering it. He told me that he was going to let me go and to stay out of trouble…I was so naïve…”

  “What did he do?”

  She smiled, sadly, and sat back down. “He let me go and then every time I turned around, he was there. He’d be outside my school or at the fast-food place where my friends and I hung out. No one wanted to hang out with me after a while of that. Who wants a cop following you around when you’re a teenager, right? The attention sort of went to my head though… Messed with it, I guess I’d say now. Eventually he was the only one I had to talk to and we started seeing each other…socially.”

  “How old was he?”

  “Twenty-six,” she said.

  “And you were…?”

  “Fifteen.”

  I was so shocked I couldn’t even form the words. That made him not only a creep in my mind, but a pedophile. “That’s…”

  “Illegal?” She laughed. “Yes, I know. But he didn’t sleep with me until I was sixteen and once I was pregnant it made me a consenting adult…it’s all legal mumbo jumbo, but he held it together…he was wonderful to me in those days. I thought he was my savior from a crummy life and I tried hard to be a good wife and be grateful for everything he was doing for me. I didn’t find out until Victor was two that he’d actually gone through with the booking that night. Somehow he had made it look like I bailed out and I had a “failure to appear” on my record that I knew nothing about and the charges were still pending. It’s too late with statutes and all of that for them to put me in jail for it now, but not too late for him to use it against me in a battle for our child. So when he hurt me so bad that I started fearing he would kill me, I took Victor and ran.”

  “What about your injuries when he hurt you? Wasn’t that documented? Why wasn’t he arrested?”

  “I was so afraid of him…and afraid of what he’d do to Paul if Paul found out he was hurting me and went after him. I made up stories, and I never called the police. Paul would have tried to kill him and ended up dead or in jail. He had the whole police force to back him up…Paul had no one.”

  “I’m so sorry, Marie. That sounds awful.” I thought about the siblings and all they had gone through to protect each ot
her and I was genuinely touched by it. Marie had tears in her eyes and my heart was breaking for her. If she was lying, she was really, really good.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  By the time I got back to my apartment it was noon and I was already exhausted. I didn’t know how Marie did it…or Paul. Being on the run, picking up your entire life and moving it…always looking over your shoulder…It had to be exhausting. I was worn-out just from finding out about it all…and recovering from the scare Mitch gave me too. I parked in my usual spot and found myself looking around and over my shoulder as I walked up to the door. My hands were shaking when I slipped the key into the lock. I kept alternating between asking myself what I was doing getting into this mess, and telling myself that these people needed all the help they could get and there was no reason why I shouldn’t help them.

  I stood inside the door of my apartment for a few minutes…listening. I started letting my imagination work overtime on the way home from Marie’s. Mitch is a cop. What if he broke in? I closed the door behind me and locked it and then I picked up the only thing I saw that I could possibly use as a weapon…my umbrella. It was one of those with a hook on one end and a point on the other. It wouldn’t take out a bullet…but in hand to hand combat it would give me an edge.

  I tiptoed through the living room and threw open the kitchen door. I glanced around to make sure that no one was there. My heart was pounding in my chest but no amount of telling myself that I was being ridiculous was working to calm me down. I made my way back through the living room and down the narrow hall. I was for once thankful I lived in a small place. I opened the door to the extra bedroom and flipped on the light. I went over to the closet and opened it. I stepped back and held the umbrella out in front of me like a sword. I struck at the clothes in the closet, beating at imaginary monsters like I was seven again. I did the same thing in my room. I was about to pronounce it all clear. All I had left was the shower.

  I swear it was like that shower scene in Psycho; as I pulled open the curtain and aimed my umbrella…my fucking phone rang in my pocket. I screamed and dropped the umbrella. The sound of it clattering to the porcelain floor of the shower startled me again and I dropped the phone. I fumbled for it and when I finally had it in my hand and saw who was calling, I wanted to throw it against the wall. My mother always had impeccable timing.

  “Hello, Mom.”

  “Jessie! I didn’t think you were going to answer.” After I heard her voice, I wished that I hadn’t. I could tell from her tone that this was not going to be good. I considered hanging up before I even heard it. “Jessie! Are you there?”

  “Yes, Mom. I’m here. What’s wrong?”

  She instantly went on the defensive. “Why are you saying it like that? I don’t only call you when something is wrong.” Bullshit.

  “I didn’t mean to insinuate anything, Mom. I don’t want to fight with you today, okay? What’s going on?” Tell me what you need.

  “Tyler is kicking me out.”

  Damn, that was the one thing I was afraid of. Tyler was my mother’s latest in a string of younger men. She meets them in bars and moves in with them within weeks. All goes well until they tire of her neediness and realize that her looks really are only skin deep…then they toss her out. She hasn’t had a job in over a year. I have no idea how she can stand to always let someone else support her.

  I took a deep breath and said, “I’m sorry, Mom.”

  “I need a place to stay,” she said in a whiny voice. It was the sentence I was hoping not to hear, but expecting. The last time I’d lived with my mother was while I was in college and dating my ex-boyfriend Justin. The whole situation was…ugly, to say the least.

  “Mom, you know I love you…but it’s not a good idea for us to be under the same roof.”

  “You would let your mother be put out on the street?” Here it comes, the guilt.

  “I’m not kicking you out, Mom. Apparently, Tyler is. This is why I keep telling you that you need to get a job and take care of yourself so that you don’t have to depend on these men.”

  “Now you’re going to lecture me? So this is what I get from my daughter? A lecture and an “I don’t care if you sleep in the park?”

  “Geez, Mom! I didn’t say that.”

  “Please, Jessie…just for a little while. I’ll get a job, okay? I’ll move out as soon as I can. I won’t get in your way.”

  I don’t know why I even try. She always guilt-trips me into doing what she wants. What I have to feel guilty about…I really don’t know. I wasn’t the one who was a terrible parent. “Okay, Mom. That’s fine. I’ll get the spare room ready for you. When will you be here?”

  “Tyler bought me a bus ticket. I’ll be there in the morning.”

  Trying not to let her hear me sigh I said, “Okay, Mom. I’ll see you then.”

  “Oh wait!”

  “Yes, Mother?”

  “I saw Justin.”

  If there was one name that brought the weight of the world crashing down onto my shoulders quicker than my mother did, it was that one. “Mom, I don’t want to hear about—”

  “Honey, he misses you.”

  “Are you kidding? Are you still buying from him?” Justin was my own personal nightmare. He was gorgeous and intelligent…and he was a drug dealer and although he didn’t use his own product, he loved his alcohol. It was an explosive combination that I’d been too young and inexperienced to see in time.

  “No!” she said in an indignant tone. “That is so insulting! You know I’ve stopped using.”

  “So you say.” In my defense, it definitely wouldn’t be the first time she lied to me about her pill use. OxyContin had been her drug of choice. “If he’s not dealing to you, why were you seeing him?”

  “I wasn’t seeing him. I ran into him. He was at the bar where Tyler was playing and we started talking. He told me he was happy for me that I’d gotten clean. Honey, he had tears in his eyes when he talked about you. He misses you so much. All he wishes for you are good things.”

  I was gagging on the bile that had come up from my stomach. “Justin cares about two things, Mother, himself and money. You know how long I struggled with that and how hard it was for me to get away from him when I finally figured out I couldn’t change him. Why would any mother want her daughter to be with a man like that?”

  “He’s a good boy.”

  “Are you freaking kidding me? He’s a ‘good’ boy? He’s a drug dealer, Mother!”

  “It’s a rough economy. He’s just trying to make a living. Not everyone is handed a good start in life, you know?”

  I growled into the phone and said, “He took the easy road for him, Mom. He doesn’t want to go to work and have to answer to a boss. He thinks the rules are for everyone else. He wants to live his life as if it’s one big party.” I realized then I could have been describing her. She and Justin were made for each other, really. “If you want a place to stay there will be two conditions: No drugs and No Justin! Do you understand me, Mother?”

  “You don’t have to yell.”

  “I’m not yelling,” I said through gritted teeth. “Try this, Mom…since you seem to have an easier time putting things in perspective when it’s about you. When you think about Justin, remember the time you were at his apartment and it got raided. Remember the time you did in jail…away from your kid because of that. Remember that he wasn’t in the least bothered by letting you take the fall for all of that. He’s not a ‘good kid.’” You need to get over that. He’s a man, and a dangerous one to boot.”

  “Okay, Jessie,” she said. She had the ability to morph from a poor, misunderstood old woman to a teenager to a little girl and back again in thirty seconds flat. She could also be a raging bitch in between if it suited her purposes. She was what she thought she needed to be at that moment in time. She was a master of manipulation and whether or not she was using, she had an addict’s personality. I knew that her living here was a mistake…but what the hell was I supposed to do? I w
ouldn’t be able to live knowing that she was homeless either. I was so tired of all the drama.

  *******

  I needed a respite from how I was feeling after I got off the phone. I spent the rest of that day pampering myself. It was something I rarely did, but I was on the edge of letting my nerves from everything that had happened take over. I took a long bubble bath and deep-conditioned my wild hair. Then, I slathered lotions and creams all over my body. I got dressed just in a tank top and pair of shorts and put my still wet hair into a smooth braid down the side of my head. I sat down and painted my toenails and fingernails. It wasn’t as good as a day at the spa, but by the time I finished I felt a whole lot less stressed. I knew it would all return in an instant when my mother arrived the next day. She’d bring a suitcase of crap with her, I was sure. But for that night, I wasn’t going to think about it. I was just about to go see what I could round up in the kitchen for my dinner when there was a knock on the door.

  The anxiety returned all at once and I froze. I wondered if I should just pretend that I wasn’t there. I wasn’t expecting anyone…what if it was Mitch again? Could I even call the police? Would they even help me? The intruder knocked again and I tried to walk quietly over to the door to look out the peephole. Before I got there I heard, “Jessie! It’s Paul.” I jumped at the sound of his voice before I processed that it was him. This was getting a little bit ridiculous. I wasn’t even this paranoid when I dated a drug dealer.

  I went over and just to be sure, looked out the peephole. It was definitely Paul. I pulled open the door. “Hey,” I said. He was dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a white T-shirt that hugged his tatted biceps nicely. I wondered if there was anything that he didn’t look good in. If I recalled correctly, he also looked good in nothing. He was holding a bag in one hand from a hardware store and a hammer and drill in the other. “What’s up?”

  He held up the bag and said, “I brought a chain lock for your door. Is it okay if I put it on? I’ll feel a lot better. I don’t want that asshole trying to muscle his way back in.”