Chapter Two

Stephen

^~A few hours earlier…~^

Once the reality of the situation hit me, I quickly got up and rushed over to my girl.

“Baby… baby, look at me… ~Trinity!~”

She finally breaks free from her trance.

“Baby, don’t look at the body, look at me,” I say, trying to keep my voice as gentle as possible. “Just focus on me, okay?”

She finally starts to look back at me.

“That's my girl, good girl baby. Now give me the gun, please.”

She hands it over to me and I pull her into a tight embrace. I start to lead her out of the warehouse and as we pass Clint, I hand him the gun.

“Call the other guys. Tell them to get here immediately.”

“Got it,” he replies.

I take my girl outside and move a bit away from the warehouse. I sit down on the chairs we have out back, never letting her go. She clings to me and I can feel her trembling.

“You okay doll, you still with me?”

“I… I'm…” She stammers, struggling to form words. I know her mind is still stuck on the scene back in the warehouse; Mike bleeding out on the concrete floor.

I do the first thing that comes to mind to snap her out of it.

I press my lips onto hers, kissing her soft, velvet lips.

She tries to pull away at first, surprised, but I hold her cheeks in my hands and keep nudging my tongue at her bottom lip until she opens up for me.

I delve my tongue deep inside her mouth. I realize I’m holding her tighter than I should when she whimpers against me, but I can’t help it. I need her as close as possible.

Seeing that bastard with a gun to her head is the angriest I’ve ever been in my life. No one does that to her, fucking ~no one~!

I shift her around so one of her legs swings over me and she is now straddling my lap, facing me. I grip her ass hard in my hands and pull her hips closer to me as my tongue explores her beautiful mouth.

I’m now grinding my hips up into her as I ravage her pretty little mouth with mine.

I can feel her panting into me but the beast in me can't stop, fueled by the realization of how close we came to losing each other today.

She whimpers louder into my mouth as I grab her ass cheeks harder, pushing her into me more and more.

I can't get enough, I need her so close to me right now, I need to know she is safe and she is in my arms, that no one can hurt her. I need this woman more than I need the air I breathe.

She's panting and breathless and struggling with me to loosen my hold. I can feel her squirming to try and pull out of my grip which just makes me want her more.

I’m practically growling at her now, desperate for her.

“Baby,” she pants, “please calm down.”

I barely hear her pleas, the thought of almost losing her, or walking in seeing that asshole holding a gun to her has messed with my head.

I keep one of my arms wrapped around her waist tightly, still trying to pull her closer as I reach my other hand around the front and start trying to get inside her.

I try to slide my hand up her dress to her sweet center.

She is fighting me and trying to push my hand away which is turning me on more right now because I can feel her reactions to my touch and I know as much as she is fighting; she loves it.

“Baby please,” she begs. “What has gotten into you? Talk to me!”

“Argh!” I growl wildly. “~Fuck~! God, momma.”

I hold her face tightly as I kiss her lips softly in contrast.

“Do you know what it was like walking in there seeing him with that gun to your head?” I ask. “No one does that to my baby, ~no one~.”

“I would’ve taken a bullet for you today to avoid you having to go through that. I’m so sorry, my love, that he did this to you and I wasn't there to protect you.”

“Stop Stephen, it's not your fault,” Trinity says. “I’m still here. It is my fault, I shouldn't have just followed him and trusted him at his word after you told us last night.”

“Followed him?” I shake my head. “What do you mean babe? Tell me everything.”

“I came back in after I had finished outside and couldn't see you in the lounge so I went in the kitchen to get water,” she explains.

“He was in there and I asked if he had seen you. He said you went down to the warehouse not long before I came in and–”

“He said what?” I interrupt. “Baby, I hadn't seen him all day since we were in the warehouse earlier in the morning. I had only gone upstairs to get changed once checking the score of the ball game.”

“I know that now, love. He said he would show me down there so I could see you. I hadn't been down before so I accepted and once we got down there, he just lost his shit.”

“Started blaming me for ruining his operation, saying it was all my fault. Said I had destroyed two and a half years’ worth of operation.”

“He was pressuring me to turn on you as a witness, he kept saying he knew I had nothing to do with it but if I didn't turn on you, he would make sure I went down with you for not cooperating.”

My shoulders slump, guilt washing over me. “Babe, I’m so sorry, I truly am. I allowed him into our home and this is how he treats you. I had a fucking cop in my house!”

“There is nothing you could have done differently to prevent this, Stephen,” Trinity says. “In his ramblings, he said it was Chad who led them in.”

“Apparently they had been watching Chad for some time as he wasn't the most cautious with his drops,” she continues.

“They collared him one night coming out of a drop at Brando's and in exchange for avoiding jail, offered him the deal to assist them and get one of their guys in.”

“So that was the reason for the heated exchange by the shed,” I say, connecting the dots. “And that’s why Chad gave up the stock so easily. What else should I know, sweetheart?”

“That’s pretty much all he spilled before you guys showed up,” Trinity says with a shrug. “Well, except for the fact that your decision to shut down your operation messed up two and a half years of their investigation.”

“How did it mess things up?” I ask. “Did he explain?”

“He said they had evidence of the drugs, but no evidence linking you to them. He never saw you make any exchanges, so there was no proof you were involved in the distribution.”

“Interesting…” ~This changes the game.~ “Sweetheart, I need you to listen to me carefully and do exactly as I say, alright?”

“Alright, I promise.”

I plant a gentle kiss on her lips.

“That's my girl. I want you to go back to the house with Mia and try to relax. Let me and Clint handle this mess, and I’ll come for you as soon as I can, okay? I promise.”

“I love you, Stephen.”

“I love you too, sweetheart. Let's get you back inside with Mia, away from all this chaos. I don’t want you to see any more of this.”