Page 84 of The Professional
“Must be some important news then.” Forrest smiled at Nadene when she gave him a worried look and then he headed out the door and toward the hallway, somewhere quiet where he couldn’t be overheard. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong. Yet.” Sounds of paper shuffling on the other end of the line made Forrest frown. “Diaz is dead.”
“What?” Forrest fell back against the wall to stop himself from collapsing right there on the ground. His body went numb as Rourke’s words about the US government coming down on them over a dead detective bounced around his head. “How? Did we do it?”
“No?” It sounded more like a question and the hesitancy sounded odd from Conall. “Maybe?” He heaved a sigh. “I don’t know. Sloan says we didn’t, but I don’t really believe him. He didn’t sound shocked when Jamie delivered the news, but he promised me he had nothing to do with it, and I trust him to tell me the truth. So I don’t know.”
“Maybe he’s doing what Rourke does to me, leaves out information so we won’t be found guilty if we’re ever arrested.” Forrest’s head spun. He imagined Diaz, with her smug smile and demanding attitude, and he didn’t feel sorry for her. She deserved everything she got. “What do we do now?”
“We wait and see what happens, that’s what Sloan says.”
“Do you think they’ll come down on us?”
“Possibly. Jamie said that his insider told him it looks like a suicide, but it’s still being investigated.” Conall’s voice waivered. “Diaz wouldn’t kill herself.”
“No, she wouldn’t.” He’d only met her a few times and he knew that. “So we wait.”
“We wait,” Conall agreed.
Fuck.
Forrest was horrible at waiting for things to happen. They said their goodbyes, and Forrest popped his head back into the room to tell Nadene he was going to check on Rourke. Her worried expression told Forrest she knew there was more to the story, but she nodded, and he left. Moving up the stairs, Forrest went straight to Rourke’s office. He knocked and then entered when Rourke gave him permission.
Rourke waved him in even though his phone was pressed to his ear. “Yes, sir, I understand. Thank you, Sloan. Goodbye.” He ended the call and raised his gaze to Forrest. “You know.”
Forrest crossed the room and fell into Rourke’s lap. Rourke’s arms curled around his waist and held him tightly. “Are we in trouble?”
“No. Sloan said they’ve classed it as a suicide.”
“But Conall said they’re still investigating.” Forrest leaned his forehead against Rourke’s and breathed in his comforting scent. God, he loved this man and the masculine smell of his cologne.
“Jamie’s insider will handle it.”
“Is the insider the captain?”
“Forrest….”
“The less I know, the better,” Forrest finished for him. He exhaled. “Can I ask you a question and can you please answer me honestly.”
Rourke squinted at him and he smiled. “Yes, baby.”
“Did you kill Diaz?”
Rourke’s throat worked into a swallow, and Forrest expected him to deny it. The silence drew on until Rourke took a deep breath and said, “Yes.”
Forrest sucked in a surprised breath. “Does Sloan know?”
“No, but I believe he suspects I did it.” His palm slid over Forrest’s arm and up his shoulder, to his face where he cupped his jaw. “It was my MO when I did the shitty work for him.”
“Oh.” Forrest waited for the fear now that he knew Rourke did it, but nothing came but relief at Rourke’s honesty. “Did you do it for Sloan?”
“Yes.” Rourke kissed him gently, and Forrest whimpered into his mouth. “Sloan and you. I will always protect you, Forrest, and I will never have let that bitch corner you again.”
Warmth and need spread through Forrest, making his cock swell in his pretty lacy underwear. His heart expanded with a kind of love he’d never experienced. Not only had Rourke defended him in a way no one had ever before, but he’dkilledfor him. Forrest’s cock was rock-hard at the thought.
“But you said killing her wasn’t worth it.”
“Sometimes we have to take matters into our own hands. I did so carefully and with precision.”
