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"Well, in this one singular case, he's right." Georgia smirks.
"I can't just randomly say, 'by the way, I can't fuck you until I'm pretty much in love with you'. It has to come up naturally." I huff, grabbing my coffee from the cupholder and taking a sip. Ugh. It's cold. And…gross.
I grimace, putting the cup back in the cupholder. "Never go to that fucking coffee place again." My voice comes out bitter. "Their coffee sucks ass."
Frowning, she grabs her own cup and takes a sip before pulling a face. "Shit, that's awful. Okay, yeah. Never that place again."
By the time we go home, four hours later, there's still no sign of the shipment. "Why can't we ever get good intel?" My brows furrow. We've gotten a few leads over the years, but whoever runs this operation…they're ghosts. Nearly every lead is a dead end, the only thing that makes me sure we aren't just chasing our tails is the fact that we have made a few busts.
But never enough. Never the right guys. We're constantly taking out lower level players, when what we need is to take out whoever is running the show.
"Follow up with the contact, see where he got his intel from," Georgia shrugs, "if he's no good, we'll take him off our list and investigate him. Maybe he's helping the traffickers."
I don't want to believe it, but it's a possibility.
In this line of work, the only person you can trust to not screw you over is your partner.
Chapter 25
Bethany
"Bethany! Hello!" Lanie's voice snaps me out of my half-asleep daze.
Shit. I fell asleep while eating my lunch again. I'm glad I didn't get caught by Mrs. Lopez, otherwise I would have gotten an earful. I lift my head off the break room table, rubbing my eyes. I only meant to lay my head down for a second, and then…
"Gods, I wish I had your problems," Lanie chuckles. shaking her head. She knowsexactlywhy I keep falling asleep and why I've been so tired this last week.
I willnotneglect my relationship with Miles because my bond with Kieran refuses to be tamped down. With Miles' bond, it's as easy as envisioning some blinds and pulling them down over the connection. When it comes to Kieran's bond though, it's like there's reinforced steel bars preventing me from shutting him out.
Cady thinks it's because Kieran and I aren't "settled", so the bond is trying to force us to establish a real emotional connection.
We've got the physical part down.
It's why I've been so tired. Miles and I are together nearly every evening, and then like clockwork, I'm woken up at some point in the night by Kieran's arousal.
The first two nights I had barged into his room, we bickered, and then he ended up fucking me over the edge of the bed, and after that I didn't even bother with the pretense of it all. Just let myself into his room and climbed him like a damn tree. Or a mountain.
He's rougher than Miles, but I hate to admit I like it just as much. I'm no stranger to rough sex, but with Kieran, I don't feel like I'm in danger at all. It's not a punishment. It's a way to let our baser instincts come out to play. I'm sure Kieran has a scratch on his back for every fingerprint shaped bruise on my hips.
My question is the same after each time. "Didthismean anything?"
His answering smirk is always the same. "Only if you want it to."
The problem is, I'm not sure if Idowant it to. Outside of the four walls of the bedroom in the dark of the night, he's still the same arrogant asshole he's been since I met him. Plus the fact that I don't go back to bed until almost four in the morning most nights, I'm tired and cranky when Idosee him during the day.
"You donotwish you had my problems." I let out a tired laugh. "I don't know if I want to slap him or get on my knees for him half the time."
Her nose wrinkles. "Yeah, you're right. I'd take your problems with two mild, unassuming betas though."
I do have one totally assuming beta, and despite our brief kiss the other day, we haven't made that much headway "getting to know you" wise.
My phone rings before I can answer, and I find myself scowling at my phone.
"Is it them again?" She asks, worry lacing her tone.
Grimacing, I nod, and hit ignore on Pack Douche Canoe's call. "Have they come by again?"
Lanie grins. "Not since that security guard Titus set me up with put Grayson into a wall."
