Page 4 of Their Deviant Love
I can’t talk in front of the men in my organization. I need them to believe that Aurora and I are married in every sense of the word. It’s the only way they will accept her into the family.
“It’s not legal,” I tell Theo as soon as we are out of earshot. “But they cannot find that out. It’s for her safety.”
“What’s not legal?”
“Our marriage.”
“But youthinkyou’re married?” he asks.
“We are.” I nod. I don’t give a fuck about a piece of paper. That woman is my wife and no one is going to tell me otherwise. “Now, if you don’t have any other questions, I have something I need to do.”
I don’t wait for him to respond. I really do have something I need to do.
Patty waits for me to get into the passenger seat of his car before he walks around to the driver’s side. “That guy really wants to kill you.” He laughs.
“They love her way too fucking much to hurt her like that,” I say, because it’s the truth. Aurora’s family loves her. They would do anything for her, even if that means not killing me.
“Where to?” Patty asks.
“The post office,” I tell him. I got a tip that my father was hiding something in the vaults. I don’t know if it’s true or not, but I’m going to find out. Whatever secrets he had, I want them uncovered.
“We breaking in?” Patty says.
“No need. The manager is meeting us,” I tell him. When your name is O’Malley, people don’t usually ask questions when you want something from them. Which works just fine for me.
“You got mail to send out? Why the fuck are we going to the post office?”
“How’d they find us on that island?” I voice the question that I still haven’t been able to answer, instead of telling my best friend what I’m looking for. I trust Patty. I do, and I fucking hate myself for even thinking he could be the one selling me out.
“No idea,” he says. “Your father never said.”
“When I find the fucker who ratted me out, I’m going to enjoy tearing them to pieces,” I say. And I will. Friend or foe, whoever’s responsible for my parents getting Aurora will wish they were never fucking born.
“I’ll help,” Patty says as he parks in front of the post office.
I look up at the building. There is so much history in this place. A lot of my ancestors fought for this country. Right here. You can still see where bullets hit the columns.
There’s a sense of pride that washes over me. The O’Malleys are born fighters. Those words my father drilled into me all throughout my childhood ring true. I don’t have any guilt or remorse for the man, but there are some things he taught me that I appreciate.
“Wait here,” I tell Patty, stepping out of the car. I have no idea what the fuck I’m going to find in that vault, or if maybe I’m just walking into a fucking trap. My mind goes to Aurora. I can’t let anything happen to me. She needs me.
I pull the pistol out from behind my back and grasp it firmly in my hands as I walk up to the door and tap the glass with the metal barrel. The manager eyes my gun and then me before he unlocks the door.
“Mr. O’Malley, come in,” he says, holding the door open.
“Gavin, I take it you know what I’m looking for?” I ask the old man.
“Yes, sir. Follow me,” he says, locking the door behind me as soon as I step through it. “Your father said you’d be here for this one day.”
I don’t let my surprise show. The fucker knew I’d come digging up all his skeletons. Which also tells me he wanted me to find some of them.
I follow behind Gavin as we enter a back room and he points to a door. “It goes to the basement,” he says.
“Lead the way.” I gesture my pistol towards the door.
Why do all these fuckers think I’m stupid? I’m not going down first. If he wants to lure me into a basement, he’ll be one step in front of me the whole time, and I won’t think twice about using him as a shield if there’s anyone down there waiting to spray me with fucking bullets.
“Right.” He nods and opens the door. I wait for him to get three steps down before I start following him again.
