Addicted to You SAPD SWAT Series

by Mays, Nikki

  “I still can’t believe that Todd did all of that. He seemed so harmless every time I saw him.” Doll says with a frown marring that beautiful face that’s usually filled with a magnificent smile. “When I spoke to my dad earlier, he was in complete shock. Todd’s worked him for years. My dad said he never thought that he would ever do anything like this.”

  I pull her in closer to me and kiss the top of her head. I haven’t been able to bring myself to stop touching her since we got the scene cleaned up.

  “Everyone is capable of almost anything Doll. It really comes down to your character and the choices you choose to make.” I tell her. “I’m just thankful that he’s such a lousy shot. Otherwise, I might be holding you like this.”

  And ain’t that the damn truth. The shot Shell took to hit the shoulder he was using to hold the gun, causing him to drop it, like a boss. The shot that fuckwad took was high and to the right. He missed her by a mile. Unfortunately, he’ll live and most likely make a full recovery, much to mine, Marc’s and Morris’ chagrin. I know Michelle is happy that she didn’t kill him. And I’m happy that she doesn’t have to live with that on her conscience. That kind of guilt can eat away at a soul as pure as hers. But would some sort of permanent damage be too much to ask? The fucker tried to kill her after all.

  “How is he such a horrible shot? Your dad is Navy right?” Rocco asks Shell. I’m kind of curious as to that myself. Don’t get me wrong, I’m grateful as hell that he’s a horrible shot, but you would think that he would handle a firearm a lot better than he did.

  Shell nods her head. “Yes, my dad is Navy, but Todd is a civilian. He was hired straight out of college due to his ability with computers.”

  “But he’s just an assistant.” Dec states.

  Michelle scrunches up her button nose. “Yes and no. My dad being an Admiral means that he has a lot of responsibility. A ton of the information that he has access to needs to be encrypted at the highest level. He needs someone with the ability to keep all of that information secure. That’s where Todd and his prowess with a computer comes. He was much more than someone who just answers phones and schedules meetings. He literally handled almost every aspect of my father’s job. The security clearance that Todd has is actually kind of scary when you think about it now.” She says as she gets a contemplative look on her face. “Although, with recent events, I’m sure that will be revoked.”

  “That’s not the only thing going to be revoked. Hopefully, his freedom will be gone for a long ass time.” Mel says. She’s got that right. I doubt that he’ll be seeing the outside of a jail cell for a long while.

  Michelle looks contemplatively at Mel. “I know that I shouldn’t, but I feel bad for him.”

  Marc rears back. “Why the hell would you feel bad for that asshole barbie?”

  She looks over at him with a pout. “I don’t know. I feel like maybe if I didn’t talk to him or if I talked to him more none of this would’ve happened. Now he’s been shot and is looking at a long time behind bars. I just feel like all of this could’ve been avoided somehow.”

  “You can’t think like that,” Mel tells her. “I used to feel that way about that whole Ashley thing.” If anyone understands what Doll is feeling right now, It's definitely Mel. “But it took awhile in therapy to realize that there was literally nothing that I could’ve done to change anything. Her doctors failed her, and nothing I did was going to change that. Todd took his crush on to you an unhealthy level. It’s nothing that you did or didn’t do. It’s just how his brain is wired. Drink some wine and let that shit go. It’ll do no good to go over and over it. What’s done is done.”

  “I know you’re right.” Shell agrees. “But I don’t think that I’ll just be able to stop feeling bad right away.”

  Mel nods her head. “Of course you won’t. It’s going to take some time. But eventually, it will become easier and easier.”

  “She’s right,” JJ tells her. “There is nothing that you could’ve done differently. He stalked you for years, Michelle. It was always going to come to a head one day. He was fixated on you and nothing you did was going to change that. Damon and your engagement was just the catalyst that caused him to lose what grip he had.”

  “I hope that he can get some help and get better.” Doll’s compassion never ceases to amaze me. This jerkoff stalked, burglarized and eventually tried to kill her and she wishes him a speedy recovery. I rub my hand down my face. Jesus, she is way too good for me. I’m going to spend the rest of my life making sure that she never realizes that.

  “Speaking of stalking for years,” Mellie states with a mischievous gleam in her eyes. Something about the way she’s looking at me, Marc and Declan are a little unsettling.

  I hear an adorable little snort next to me. I look down at Shell who’s looking downright gleeful until she catches me looking at her. Her look quickly changes to the world’s attempt at innocent does eyes that I’ve ever seen. I look at Marc and he looks uneasy. We both know that this look on the girl's faces never bodes well for us, hell, he probably knows that better than any of us.

  “What are you talking about peanut?” Marc bravely asks. Me? I was just going to pretend that I didn’t hear a thing. Declan shoots me a questioning look. I reply with a shrug,

  Mel’s answering smile to him is downright feral. “You know how you guys constantly yell at Shell and me for not being aware of our surroundings?” She looks at all of us making sure that she has everyone’s attention. “Did it ever occur to you, big bad alpha-holes to take your own advice?”

  “Alright Mel, I’ll bite,” I tell her. She looks way too happy with herself right now. “What exactly are you talking about?”

  “I’m so glad that you asked Damon.” Here comes that bad feeling again. “While you were stalking my bestie for those two years.”

  “It wasn’t stalking.” I interrupt. I met with snorts and coughs to my statement.

  “Right.” Mel infuses so much sarcasm into that one word that I’m actually extremely impressed. “Because people who aren’t stalking someone, know their address without having to be told.” She raises an eyebrow. I always had a feeling that she stored that away.

  “What are you talking about? You just lost me.” Shell questions.

  “Remember our grand opening when we both fell asleep?” Mel asks her. Doll nods her head affirmative. “Your non-stalker over here.” Mel points a finger at me. “Knew where you lived without anyone telling him when he took you home.”

  Shell looks up at me in question. I rub my hand down my face and glare at the tiny woman outing me. The guys cough out a laugh but offer absolutely no help. Traitors.

  “We don’t need to get into that right now. What point are you actually trying to make here Mel.” I say trying like hell to deflect

  Mel gives me a laugh but thankfully starts talking. “My point it the fact that you and the other two stooges” She points to Marc and Dec. “over there, scared away guys from Michelle for a long ass time correct?” She asks sweetly...too sweetly.

  The three of us grunt out a “yes”.

  “I just find it funny that the stalkers didn’t notice that they had one of their own.” Mel states.

  “We didn’t have a stalker Mellie girl. I think that you’ve been hitting that sauce a little too hard.” Declan says with a laugh. “We were always careful about our outings.

  “Oh really? Is that so?” Mellie asks rhetorically. “Then why Todd mentions how helpful to was of you and Damon to scare all of the other guys away. He watched you guys constantly and none of you noticed.” That can’t be right.

  I look down at Shell who has her lips pursed. Her whole body is shaking and I realize that she’s trying not to laugh out loud. Unfortunately, Rocco, JJ, and Morris aren’t being as thoughtful. I look over at Dec and Marc. Both look just as dumbfounded as I feel. There is no fucking way that we didn’t notice that weasel. No fucking way at all.

  Rocco is laughing so hard that he looks like he’s about to p
iss himself. I really hope he does. It would serve his ass right. “You all.” He wheezes out. “Got stalked while stalking and didn’t even realize it. How the hell did you miss someone following you around.”

  JJ’s chuckling. “It does make all of us look bad that you three can figure out when you’re being watched. Should we work on that more? Ya know, like team building exercises. We’ll call it...Stalkers 101...the feeling of being watched.” He laughs at his own joke. Asshole.

  I look down at Doll. “Is she for real?” I ask.

  She looks up at me with mirth filled eyes. “Yes, honey. You got stalked by my stalker.” She finally loses that battle and bursts out laughing while holding onto her side.

  Well, ain’t this some bullshit.

  Michelle

  It’s been three months since Todd held us at gunpoint and forced me to shoot him to protect Mellie and myself. I still feel bad about how everything happened but I understand that there was really nothing else that I could’ve done. I still get a little antsy going into the shop for some days. I feel like someone is going to pop out of nowhere. I also had a few nightmares about not getting my shot off in time and Todd ends up killing me and Mellie.

  I had was dragging from having the nightmares. They seemed so real that I was waking up in the middle of the night and I wasn’t able to fall back asleep. Mellie noticed the huge dark circles under my eyes and asked if I Damon and I had thought about ending our sexcapades earlier so that I got a decent nights sleep. If only it was our sex life keeping me up, not that I can complain about that department. Damon’s a very, very giving man. But I had to come clean about the real reason.

  Mellie told me about her nightmares after the Ashley thing. She said that she finally ended up going to see a therapist and that it helped her tremendously. She left me a card and I made an appointment that day. It was honestly one of the best decisions that I’ve ever made. The nightmares are more or less gone and my guilt about everything has lessened quite a bit. I still feel bad but not horrible. So, it’s progress.

  The absolute best decision that I’ve made recently was to marry Damon. I always thought that I would have this gigantic church wedding and a huge monstrosity of a dress. There would be an ice sculpture, chocolate fountains, doves and swans. Take into account that I was like five when I started planning my dream wedding to my Ken doll. I had it planned out to where I would go on my honeymoon, Disneyworld obviously.

  But my reality was even better than anything that I could’ve ever dreamed of. I decided that the only thing that I really needed was the man of my dreams, my family and our close friends. I gave up the huge monstrosity of a dress for a simple silk gown and I couldn’t be happier.

  After what happened I decided that I didn’t want to wait too long before becoming Mrs. Damon DeWitt. Damon wholeheartedly agreed with me. We decided to get married up at the cabin we were at for his “proposal”, since it was a special place for both of us. We got married out in the field of wildflowers, with the sun shining. Mellie was my maid of honor, of course, and Declan was Damon’s best man. We said our vows in front of my parents, his, Mellie’s, along with the rest of the guys and that was it. Small and simple. It was absolutely perfect. The heat in Damon’s eyes when he saw me walking down the aisle to him could’ve melted the panties off of a nun.

  Now I’m sitting in my bathroom with Mellie and we’re both looking at two white little sticks. When we decided to get married sooner than later, Damon and I also decided that we would want to have kids right away. I mean, I heard that it could take a while after coming off of the pill so I wasn’t really thinking about it too much. However, I’m about eight days late and feeling incredibly moody. I still wasn’t really thinking too much about it until Mel announced that she was late and thought that she might be pregnant. Yeah, it clicked for me then.

  So, here we both sit after work, preggers. We both took tests together because we are still beyond codependent. Marriage and babies will never change our friendship. She’s my ride or dies bitch for life. And now we get to be miserable, moody psychos together. Yay! I do feel bad for the people who have to near the two of us. I’m actually afraid someone might die.

  “I can’t believe we’re going to be pregnant together.” Mellie squeals like a baby pig. “It’s going to be so much fun.”

  “I know. How cool is it going to be to shop and decorate our nurseries together.” I smile at her.

  She looks at me like I’m crazy. “Who cares about decorating. Think about how much well get to eat together. No one is going to say no to two pregnant women. Think of all the tacos and ice cream.” She says with a weird dreamy look on her face.

  “That’s what you’re excited about? Food?” I ask incredulously.

  She waves a hand at me and rolls her eyes. “Duh. I mean I’m obviously excited about the other crap too. But seriously, think of all the brownies. You can eat all you want and not feel bad. No one blinks an eye at how much a pregnant woman eats. It was one of the best parts about my pregnancy with MJ.”

  “Except you have to lose all that weight once you pop the kid out.” I point out.

  “Eh.” She shrugs. “Don’t worry about. Breastfeeding kills a ton of calories. You can drop the weight like this.” She snaps her fingers.

  “I hope you’re right. Because if I end up looking like shamus cousin, I’m going to kick your butt.”

  “You’ll be a fine Debbie Downer.” She says. “How are you going to tell Damon?”

  I look over at her. “What do you mean?”

  She blinks slowly at me. “You can’t just tell him that you’re pregnant. You have to do something big. Remember the one that I got for Morris. You have to do something like that.” She says pulling out her phone and typing furiously.

  I laugh at her exuberance. “What are you doing crazy?”

  “I’m googling onesies for snipers.” She replies.

  “Onesies for snipers?” I parrot just to make sure that I’m hearing her correctly.

  She looks up at me from her perch on the side of the tub. “Yeah. He’s a sniper. They have to have something cute.” She goes back to typing. “Hmm.” She’s now frowning.

  “What’s wrong,” I ask.

  She looks up with a scrunched nose. “These are kind of morbid. One of them even says headshot on it.” She holds up her phone for me to see. And sure enough. There’s a baby onesie with a rifle and scope look on it. That’s not so bad. What is bad is that it says: “I’m the headshot killer”. Yikes. I am so not putting something like that on my baby.

  “What did you expect when you decided to look up sniper onesies?” I laugh.

  She pouts at me. “Something cute, not disturbing.” Yeah, these are most definitely disturbing.

  “We should take a picture of us holding our positive tests. We can get it framed and hang it on our walls.” She says. I just shrug. Might as well.

  We’re both now standing in front of my mirror holding our sticks full of pee. She’s messing around with her phone, trying to get the best shot. Just as she’s about to take the picture a loud banging comes from outside the door. We both scream and throw our sticks up in the air. Well, in Mel’s unfortunate case her phone as well. It lands on the toilet seat cover. We look at each other and then at the phone. Wow, she lucked out with the cover being down.

  “Who is it?” I ask. I mean serial killers aren’t going to knock on the door...right?

  “Just letting you know that we’re here.” Marc chuckles like a jackass. “Wouldn’t want you to walk out and be surprised. He’s such a jerk. He couldn’t care less if I was surprised to walk out and see him. He just wanted to scare us.

  Mel and I toss our sticks in the garbage can. Thoughts of cute pictures forgotten. I open the door and we both walk out and into my living room. All of the guys are sitting around the couch, flipping through the channels on the TV. They all look up at the sound of our footsteps. All pause when they see us and look at us with wide eyes. Rocco has his lips pursed, J
J is smiling, Declan looks confused, Marc looks resigned, Damon and Morris both have matching hopeful expressions. MJ toddles over to Mel who picks him up and gives him a smacking kiss on his cheek.

  Marc huffs out a sigh. “Fine, I’ll be the one to ask.”

  Mellie and I look at each other in confusion. “Ask what?” I question.

  Marc looks so put out right now. For the life of me, I can’t figure out why. “Which one of you is knocked up?”

  “Why would you think one of us is knocked up, as you so eloquently put it?” Mellie asks.

  “Well the last time you both came out of a bathroom together, Mel was pregnant. With you being married to my brother, now It's anyone’s guess.” Declan states.

  Mel and I look at each other with a smile. “Oh sweet Jesus, no. Fuck no!” Marc exclaims like the asshole that he is. The guys, except for JJ, is looking at him in confusion.

  “What? What’s wrong?” Rocco asks him looking worried.

  Marc looks around at everyone in horror. “Don’t you get it? They’re both pregnant. We've just entered the seventh circle of hell. We have to deal with two sets of pregnancy hormones.” He says on a whimper.

  Damon and Morris are looking at us with so much hope that it actually hurts my heart to see. Mellie and I look at each once again and then back to them. Mellie looks down at MJ.

  “How would you feel like being a big brother and big cousin baby boy?” Mel asks him like he’s going to be able to answer. He just giggles at his mama. Damon and Morris are out of their seats and in front of us in an instant.

  Damon looks at me with nothing but pure love. “Is it true? Are you gonna make me a daddy?”

  “Well you had a hand in it as well, but yeah, you’re going to be a daddy.” I shrug. He picks me up and kisses me as a man starved. I can feel every bit of love that he has for me in this kiss. It’s everything.