39. Alannah Fisher
It’s almost eleven o’clock. I’ve been standing by this door for ten minutes waiting for Craig to get me inside through a private entrance to the building. But I spot Adam. He’s parking. He sees me and looks immediately panicked.
What in the world is he doing here right now? Has he heard about Steele’s plan for upcoming nuptials? Did Craig break my confidence so Adam can come swoop in to Chloe’s aid? I’m about to approach when the door behind me opens.
“Psst, Alannah,” Craig calls out. “Get your ass in here.”
“Adam’s over there.” I jerk my thumb behind me, “He saw me and now he’s looking at you.”
Craig looks at Adam and his forehead crinkles. We both murmur what the fuck in unison.
Craig, Adam, and I are in a meeting room inside the city hall in a town half an hour from home. It’s clear we all know what’s going on with Chloe even though Adam refused to answer questions about why he was here at first.
I told him I suspected it had something to do with Derek Steele and all the shit he’s been pulling, and Adam’s face said it all. I pressed and pressed, and he finally admitted he was here because Derek told him to be here for eleven. Derek told me to be here for eleven thirty. And this has me concerned.
Adam looks scared. Beyond afraid. Craig went into cop mode slash best friend mode and told Adam that I’d spilled the beans to him last night, which I had to do because I couldn’t figure out what else to do to help.
I swore Craig to secrecy and gave him the skinny on the Chloe situation. He went a little ballistic, filling me in on just how dodgy the whole Steele family is, how they’re the bane of Craig’s department’s existence, but due to a plethora of issues he can’t get into, the police haven’t been able to do much about them.
Jeff said similar things. Derek’s father and oldest brother maintain some dodgy relationships. One of Derek’s other brothers is getting deeper into the shady side of their family business. Nobody knows how Derek is or isn’t involved because he’s rarely in town and stays under radar for the most part, but Craig has always been sure Derek’s hands are less than clean. When I told Craig how Derek overheard me and Chloe talking about Adam’s hall pass, it seemed like a eureka moment because Craig muttered that he bets Derek Steele has all his nightclubs bugged so he can trade information to help his father and brothers.
Craig spent the night at my place and followed me here this morning after making a few calls to make sure he could get in here and book a meeting room as well as get me inside early, so we could do a run through before Chloe gets here.
We decided I’d get Chloe to the bathroom, but Craig would finesse the bathroom nearest to the entrance as being temporarily out of order, blocked off by janitorial services. I’d move her deeper into the building to get closer to the side door and out into my car which is directly beside the entrance. Craig would distract and then detain Derek and have one of his uniformed buddies escort my car out of the area until the uniformed cop was sure there was no tail. If there was, we’d go to the cop shop. If there wasn’t, I’d take Chloe out of town to my brother’s hunting cabin a few hours north.
I’ve already told my brother not to tell a soul where I am. I packed a bag with enough clothes for me and Chloe both. I also have half a case of wine, and two coolers filled with groceries in my trunk with this week booked off work.
I just need the sign from Chloe that she still wants me to help her get out of here. I’ll know when I see her. If she doesn’t, I figured I’d come up with something to get Craig to back off, though if it comes to that, it won’t be easy since he knows the main facts now and to say he’s pissed is an understatement.
I can’t help but feel a touch envious of my best friend. Because while I’ve got no desire to settle down and promise to grow old with somebody, if I were in that headspace, Derek Steele is the stuff fantasies are made of. The total package.
Yes, he’s shown that his cheese has slid off his cracker, that he’s got toys in the attic, but I’ve dealt with all sorts of personality types in my dating life, including mentally unstable ones. To have a rich, movie-star-looking guy devoted to making my every dream come true? I might be able to tolerate a bit of crazy. Life could be worse. And if it all went to shit, I’m sure there’d be a decent financial outcome at least. I wonder what that pre-nup looks like.
I get why Chloe’s acting so shell-shocked. When I saw her at his apartment on Saturday morning, she was shook. Dazed. And no wonder.
Being pursued to that degree by a determined alpha male who has gone to extremes like this? Stalking. Threats. Cameras in her house and bugging her phone? Her reference to the bodyguard and being held at gunpoint is, of course, beyond the garden variety stalker stuff. But he sure said all the right things on Saturday.
And she feels bad about Adam, but the fact of the matter is, although I like Adam, I never thought he was perfect for Chloe and I hoped, for her sake, when that whole conversation about the hall pass happened that she’d use it and it’d inject some excitement, some color into her life again to where she’d see that she could be missing out by staying with him. Sure, he’s good looking. He’s a nice guy. But he’s a little boring. And Chloe is not a boring person. Or, she wasn’t before she met him. And she complained about the sex long before his spinal cord injury and to me, sex is a pretty pivotal part of a relationship. I don’t want a monogamous relationship, but I certainly wouldn’t sign up for one if the sex was bad.
Adam and everything that happened to him has turned my bubbly, happy, colorful bestie… beige. Beige and sad and stifled. He can be kind of judgy. And while it started long before the accident and I made no bones about it with her, telling her she shouldn’t let him dim her fire, I haven’t said much in the last six months because of course his accident snuffed it out entirely and I know there’s no way she’d walk away from a guy now confined to a wheelchair without it being extreme circumstances.
Derek is the extreme circumstance.
Derek’s brand of crazy? Of course that sounds like a situation she should get out of. But a little part of me wants to grab her, shake her, and tell her if she doesn’t go for it, I’ll happily switch places with her and let him fill my life with color for a while. I’d probably sleep with a gun under my pillow in case he snapped, but I’d enjoy the fun while it lasted and collect a healthy divorce settlement when it fizzled out.
When I told Craig just the very basics, that Adam had given her a hall pass and that Derek Steele overheard the details and decided to woo Chloe and is now forcing marriage by holding things over her head, over Adam’s head, Craig was livid.
He says this family acts like they’re above the law, that they’ve got enough money and connections to get away with shit that nobody should, and that he’d like nothing more than to bring them down a peg or three. Craig got so hotheaded about it, in fact, that it made me want to jump his bones and let him take all that aggression out on my body in sexual ways. But I knew that suggestion would piss him off, so I waited a few hours and then once he had calmed down, I let him jump my bones instead.
Craig and I aren’t a couple, just friends with benefits, but the benefits are pretty beneficial. The man knows how to light my body ablaze on a regular day. Him riled up on behalf of my bestie only made him hotter. And even better in the sack last night. Finding out that Derek Steele is the cause has him ready to go full throttle cowboy to take that family down.
Now he’s here in this little meeting room, in detective mode trying to get the truth out of a clammed-up Adam. At my urging and my dropping bits and pieces of information to let Adam know that I know everything, Adam finally opens up a little.
He admits he pushed Chloe into scratching an itch since his accident has ruined sex for them, and that Chloe got tangled up with one of the Steele brothers. Adam said it was distressing to be ordered to come today, to their wedding, but he’s got no choice but to do whatever Derek Steele wants him to do.
That’s the strange part. If Derek wants Chloe to marry him, does he really think it’ll help his cause to have Adam here? Chloe would find Adam’s nose being rubbed in this completely abhorrent.
I’m confused, Adam’s distressed, and Craig is even more pissed. We’re in the midst of a conversation about it all when Craig looks at his watch and says, “Ten minutes until you’re supposed to meet them, Alannah. What say we go ahead, as planned, and get Chloe here with you while I distract Steele and then we’ll talk further? Adam, you go on and wait like he said to do. I know at least two of the uniforms here for traffic court this morning. They should be done by now and I already asked one to stick close, so I’m gonna have a word. Be right back.”
Craig leaves.
I turn to Adam. “She’s a wreck,” I say.
“I’m sure she is,” he says, looking down at his hands in his lap.
“He’s treating her like a princess.”
“She deserves to be treated like a princess,” he says softly.
“You look like shit.”
His gaze meets mine. “I feel even worse. But this guy… you’re fucking with him if you try to stop this, and I won’t be caught in the crossfire. When Craig comes back I’ll go down there like he told me to do and then I’ll leave as soon as I can. I can’t get involved.”
Adam is terrified of this guy. But come on… this is Chloe here! Is he really planning to hang her out to dry? To do nothing?
Before I’m able to react, to ask when he became such a pussy, the door opens. Craig comes back in with a guy that’s not in a uniform but who has cop written all over him.
“Guys, this is Steve Benson, one of my colleagues who’s well-aware of the Steele family’s bullshit so I’m gonna give him the gist, and-”
“And I need you…” Steve looks at me, pulls a gun and points it at Craig, “to sit your ass down beside him.” He gestures to Adam with his gun.
Craig’s eyes widen and he clenches his jaw. “Fuck!” he clips. “Not you!”
“What’s happening?” I whisper.
“Benson’s clearly on Steele payroll.”
Benson shrugs. “Hand your service revolver over, then sit down, Jenkins. Gotta keep you three here for a while.”
Craig’s jaw muscles flex as he passes the guy his gun.
“Explain this,” he demands.
Steve Benson speaks, “Got a call that something might go down here today that’d require my help. I didn’t know until ten minutes ago it’d have to do with you, man. I’m just following orders.” He looks at his phone. “Gotta take your picture. Line up together and say cheese.” He lifts his phone with his left hand, fiddles for a second, then points his gun at us. While that’s permeating, he snaps a picture, taps on his phone to presumably send it to someone, then his posture relaxes.
“Then what?” Craig asks.
“Don’t know yet. Hang tight.”
Adam speaks up, “Listen, I didn’t know they were gonna be here. Please tell Derek Steele that. They hauled me into this room, but I didn’t know why, and I wasn’t part of any plot to break Chloe free.”
“I don’t know anything about any of it,” the dirty cop shrugs. “No clue who this Chloe even is. Just know you three need to stay here until I get further instructions. Might as well grab a seat Jenkins. And you, darlin’.” He addresses my tits instead of looking at my face.
Adam looks absolutely terrified. “Can you at least tell Derek that I–”
This dirty cop cuts him off with a wave of his gun. “Talk to him yourself when you get outta here, man. I can’t help you.”
I look at Craig as he clenches his jaw, enraged.
Fear is clawing its way up my spine. Not for me, Adam, or Craig. It’s obvious this guy is just keeping us here so that we can’t interfere with his plans to marry Chloe. He’s not about to shoot us dead here in the middle of a city hall boardroom if we sit here and say and do nothing. I only hope he’s not planning to take us somewhere else after this… but I can’t let myself think about that or I’ll start to panic.
All I know is he’s definitely going to make sure we don’t stop Derek from legally binding Chloe to him.
I’m sorry, Chloe. I can’t save you today.