KNOCKED UP BY THE BAD BOY

by Nicole Fox

  With a slightly shaky finger—not nearly as shaken as it should have been, though—she pushed the top floor. Edward was the on same floor as Emily, he noticed.

  He turned his words back to the security guards stationed outside in the lobby, even though he'd never let his attention from them waver. “You stop the elevator, you have people waiting for me, or you do anything I don't fucking like,” he growled, “I put two in the bitch's head. Got it?”

  The doors closed before they could respond.

  “Ugh,” Jas groaned. “Did you really have to call me a bitch?”

  Dane chuckled and let her go, releasing his arm from her neck. “Sorry about that. Need them to think I'm for real.”

  “Would've fooled me,” she said, tapping her foot as they rose higher through the steel-and-glass tower of corrupt capitalism. “So, what the hell are you doing here?”

  “Try to get Edward to admit to everything,” he said with a shrug. “Honestly, I was just doing it to get the cops away from Emily, in case they started shooting.” He wiped a hand down his face, exhausted from the events of the already-full day. “Never thought I'd make it this far, to tell you the truth.”

  “You know,” she said, looking up at him. “You two are pretty sweet. When, you know, you're not kidnapping her on national television.”

  Dane grunted and shrugged. “I've really made a mess of this, haven't I?”

  “Well, you can't make a multinational corporate omelet without breaking a few eggs.”

  The elevator buzzed again as they reached the empty top floor. Jas gave him quick directions to Edward's office and assured him he'd probably still be in there. “Every time we have a fire drill, he just stays in there on his computer. He never believes anything is real.”

  Dane thanked her, stepped off the elevator, and stopped when she called his name.

  “Yeah?” he asked, as he turned back to her.

  “Good luck,” she said, smiling warmly as the elevator door closed. As the doors shut he faintly heard her cell phone begin to ring.

  He headed off through the maze of cubicles, following her directions to a T, and went straight for Edward's office. He stepped through the door, pistol in his hand.

  “Well, you're a little early, aren't you,” Edward asked, his voice barely surprised, “Mr. Bishop?”

  The head of sales for BioSphere was sitting at his desk, a large over-stuffed duffel bag pushed in front of him, and a pistol in his hands.

  Dane glanced from Edward's face to the pistol he was holding, then turned back around and closed the door, locking it. He turned back around and lowered his gun. “Relax, Edward,” he soothed, “I'm not here to hurt you. I just want my money and the truth about Emily West. Was that bitch behind Hymalete, or not?”

  Edward didn't respond at first, but Dane thought he saw the beginnings of a smile at the corner of his lips. It couldn't have just been a trick of the light, though, because when Dane focused back in on the reaction, it was gone. This one had a good poker face, that was certain.

  “Believe me,” Dane said, “I've had the woman on ice for the last day, and I don't know how the fuck you've put up with it, man. Cold, frigid, and mean. The way she looks at you like you're lower than the low, and she's just some fucking woman who got where she is because of her rich mommy's money and fame. You should've seen her face the first time I spanked her.”

  Edward smiled a little more obviously now. It was still subtle, but it was definitely there.

  “What about you two?” Dane asked.

  “About us two?” Edward asked. “What do you mean?”

  “You ever . . .” he waggled his eyebrows. “. . . you know?”

  “Us?” Edward asked, arching one brow. “Fuck, no. Couldn't even get her to join us for a drink at company parties.”

  “Sorry, Edward, you missed out,” Dane grinned. “Turns out she really likes it rough. Took her a while to figure that out, though. Had her begging for it by the end, though.”

  “You . . . really?”

  Dane laughed. “Absolutely, man. You think I chose to take her hostage for her stunning personality? Nah, I wanted see if I could get the Ice Queen to thaw out. And man, once I got a little heat in her, turned out she was insatiable. Her cunt went from a deep-freeze to a hot spring.”

  Edward grinned, letting himself join in on the sick parody of fun. It hurt Dane to talk about Emily this way, to demean her when she wasn't around, but he needed Edward to think he and Dane were on the same side, at least partially.

  “Almost got her to admit what she'd done,” Dane continued, coming around the desk a little bit as he stuffed his gun back in shoulder holster. “But I had to move on this kidnapping thing before people got suspicious and came looking for her. I was this close.” He held up his right hand with his two fingers half an inch separated.

  “Well,” Edward said, swinging around to track him a little more closely with his pistol. “She'll never break down. Not on everything. But, between you and me, I've seen the files, and I remember it like it was yesterday. She's the one who pushed Hymalete out so hard. Said we needed to boost the revenue for her first quarterly meeting.” He paused and looked around. “You didn't bring her with you? I hadn't heard that on the news. Did you . . . you know?”

  Dane feigned mock disbelief that Edward would think he was a murderer. “Did I what? Kill her? I left her back at the house, as part of our agreement. I just came for the money.”

  “Well, frankly, I don't care if you brought her with you or buried her in the basement. I mean, it's a drop in the bucket, right? And, besides, it's not my money. Hell, we've got insurance for a reason.”

  The Air Force vet laughed. “I like the way you think, Edward,” he said, grinning wolfishly and tapping an index finger to his temple. “You're a smart man.”

  This was all on the outside, of course. He was calm, collected, and together—just sharing a joke with one of the guys. Locker room talk.

  Inside, Dane was tearing at the walls of his own prison, itching to get out and rip Edward limb from limb. This piece of shit couldn't be allowed to live or to make anyone else's life worse. Here, inches from Dane's capable hands, was the man who had tried to ruin Emily's life and who had ruined Benton's life. And all for what? Greed. Simple, unfettered greed.

  Dane and Edward grinned at each other. Yep, Dane realized, this was the asshole he wanted, right here.

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Dane

  “I tried telling her about my brother,” Dane continued, his eyes focused on Edward's to gauge his reaction. “And you'd think she was made of ivory, the way she responded.”

  Edward didn't say anything.

  “Told her about how he killed his family while he was on Hymalete, you see, and about how he's on death row now because of his psychotic break, something the medication was supposed to help him with.”

  Still, the PV's head of sales didn't flinch, nor did he add anything to the conversation. Nothing.

  Dane repositioned himself, moving a little closer to the other man. He'd had military training and done hand-to-hand combat. He knew the best place to be when his opponent had a firearm.

  “Edward,” Dane said, after a while. “What if I told you that I know you're the one who approved everything? That I'd seen the files and your emails and memos pushing for the roll-out of Hymalete, even though everyone knew it was a failure? What if I knew you were going to pin everything on Emily, when it was all said and done?”

  “I'd laugh in your face,” Edward said, smiling a little.

  “What if I told you, then, that it was being reported as we speak? That, if you turned on CNN, you'd see the evidence up on the big screen at prime time?”

  Edward went to raise the pistol to level it at Dane, but the military vet was too fast. He grabbed the barrel, locking the slide in place, and stepped toward Edward as he pointed the barrel off to the side. He bent the gun in, twisting the other man's finger around in the trigger guard, nearly breaking it.


  Edward's preservation instincts forced him to release the pistol and let Dane take control of it. If he hadn't, his body knew it would have been missing a finger by the end of the interaction.

  Edward looked down in disbelief at his gun, which was now in Dane's hand. “How did you?”

  “Never let someone within striking distance, idiot. Not when you're the one with the gun,” he said, taking a step back from Barker and aiming the pistol at him. “Now, start talking. I want everything you know. Now!”

  # # #

  Emily

  “Did you speak to them?” Emily asked Det. Moore, as he returned with two Styrofoam cups of coffee in hand.

  “I did,” he said with a nod, as he offered her a cup of burnt coffee. “And you're right. They back you up. Also, from the questions the reporters keep screaming past the barricades at me, I gather your story hit the news. But all this still doesn't change the fact that we’ve got your crazy boyfriend out there waving his gun around, and that you're the key to bringing him in. I don't wanna hurt the guy, mainly because I tend to agree with him on BioSphere with this pill, but I can't have him injuring anyone, either. Ya get me?”

  She nodded as she cradled the tiny cup in her hands. “What do you need me to do?”

  “Well, there's still charges we gotta press. Whether the DA goes through with 'em, or not, who am I to say? That's above my pay grade, that's for damn sure. But, he ain't looking at a long stretch of time if he does go up. He'll have some restitution, I'd imagine, considering we've had two choppers chasing after him all afternoon, and all these men don't work for free. Now, all this is assuming he doesn't do anything stupid and hurt his newest hostage.”

  Emily groaned. “Newest hostage?”

  “Some guy, name of Edward Barker. Works for your company, and I think you know him.”

  Some guy was a pretty loose definition of Edward. More like piece of shit. She just nodded, though, and kept her mouth shut.

  “If you can get on the phone with him and convince him to come out, it'd go a long ways toward helping him. If he doesn't have a chance to wave his gun at any cops, that keeps his offenses low. But, if he starts that shit, pardon my French, I can't make any guarantees on his safety.”

  “How about,” Emily said, looking up at the gruff, but sincere, older detective, “I speak to him in person?”

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Emily

  BioSphere's home office was on lock down. A ring of steel and guns surrounded the campus, with more guns than had been at her house. Teams were readying themselves to enter the building, to bring Dane and his hostage out.

  She could tell from the general feeling, though, that the cops seemed to empathize with Dane and what he was doing. Pharma had targeted first responders as their prime market with a drug that didn't even work.

  “Sure we have to even go in after this guy?” one of the SWAT joked. “Seems like a real dick, from the news.”

  “Orders are orders,” the officer in charge said, as they walked past. “Until you're signing the city's checks, you gotta follow 'em.”

  Emily and Det. Moore set up near the front of the line, at a vantage point that gave them a clear line of sight to her destroyed Escalade and the office building's entrance beyond. The detective stuffed a phone into her hand. “You know the number?”

  “By heart,” she said. She'd had to call and talk to Barker more times than she had liked throughout her short tenure at BioSphere, and she’d had the number memorized in the first week. She dialed the number, then worked her way through the automatic answering service, with its robotic operator.

  The phone began to ring. After a few short buzzes, someone picked up. “Edward?”

  “No,” the voice on the other end grated, “Edward can't come to the phone right now. Can I take a message for this asshole?”

  “Dane!” Her heart leapt with joy to hear him safe and sound. “Dane, baby, you're fine!”

  “For now,” he said, the smile coming through in his voice. “But, you know, the day's still young. Guess you got out all right?”

  “Yeah, of course.”

  “Good,” he said, sighing. “I'm glad. They giving you any trouble?”

  “Not since the story hit the news,” she replied. “They all know what you're doing, and why you're doing it. Everyone knows. I've just . . . I'm just so worried about you, Dane. I want you to come out of there.”

  “That worried, huh?” he asked, his breath heavy on the phone. “You sure you want a crazy vet like me?”

  “Well, I wasn't at first,” she replied. “I'll be honest. When I first met you in my office, I really did care about what you and your brother were going through. But, I thought I had to keep my company front and center. I thought I needed to keep my own emotions from coming through. But you've shown me I don't need to hide behind my ambitions anymore, and that there are more important things in my life.”

  Silence on his end, punctuated by him licking his lips.

  “I just, I want you out of there. I want you back in my life. This past week or so, it's just been the most eye-opening experience for me, and I don't think I can ever go back to the life I was leading before you. You've changed me, through and through. You really have.”

  “You …” he began, trailing off for a moment, then speaking again. “You've changed me, too, Emily. For the better. You really have. I was broken before. Just shattered. But I feel like I can have some peace now. I'm not perfect, of course. No man is.”

  “I don't want or need you to be perfect, Dane,” Emily said, feeling the wetness on her cheeks from her falling tears. “I just want you to be mine. And in one piece, of course.”

  “Yeah,” he said. “I think I can do that. I think I can get back in one piece for you.”

  “You're going to try, then?”

  “Yeah,” he repeated. “I'm coming out.”

  She closed her eyes, trying to squeeze the tears to a stop. “Thank you,” she whispered.

  “I love you,” Dane whispered.

  “I love you, too, Dane Bishop.”

  # # #

  Dane

  “Well,” Dane said after he hung up the phone, his pistol still trained on Edward. “Looks like I've got everything I need from you. Everything I'd ever possibly need.”

  Edward's eyes nearly crossed as he stared down his nose at the barrel of his own pistol pointed back at him. “What do you mean?” he asked, nearly stumbling over his words. “Are you . . .?”

  Dane thumbed back the hammer on the small automatic he'd snatched from Edward's hands, seriously considered his options. The man in front of him deserved to die. He knew that. He deserved Benton's looming fate, and worse—much worse—for the resulting deaths of Dane's niece and nephew.

  Edward started a low whine, a sound deep in his throat like a wounded animal.

  “Shoot you?” Dane asked after a while. “Let you go? What do you think I should do, Edward? What would you do in my shoes if I'd packaged a drug for your brother that got him to kill your niece, nephew, and sister-in-law?” He fingered the trigger, his thoughts on Emily and Benton.

  BioSphere was going down over this, one way or the other. Edward Barker, though? Who knew? He may do a couple years in prison, if Dane was lucky. But the courts didn't seem to care much about corporate crimes. They just fined people and threw a couple of scapegoats to the wolves.

  Look at the banks during the Great Recession. They were bigger than ever. Was that what Edward Barker was going to be like? Richer than before?

  But, then, there was Emily. Dane's soulmate. God, it sounded cheesy just to think it, but deep down he still knew it was true. It was truer than anything he'd ever believed in during his short, miserable life. What would she think of him if he gunned down Edward in cold blood? He wasn't judge, jury, and executioner. He couldn't be, no matter how light a sentence Edward would receive for his horrendous crimes against the first responders and soldiers of this country.

  He raised the pi
stol and aimed it straight at Edward's head.

  Edward recoiled in his chair, his eyes wide, his face white as the blood drained. Edward began to cry. “You can't. I didn't mean to hurt anyone like that. I really didn't.”

  No. He couldn't do that to Emily. He couldn't saddle her with the knowledge that she'd fallen in love with a cold-blooded murderer, a man willing to gun down another like this.

  “Bang,” Dane shouted.

  Edward screamed.

  “Just kidding, Edward,” Dane said, as he reached forward and yanked the executive to his feet. “Come on. We're walking out.”