Too Late
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“You want to know what it was like the first time I fucked her?”
Asa shakes his head. “Not particularly. What I’d like is to not have to fucking kill you or your partner. What I’d like is for you to hand me Sloan so we can move on with our lives.”
“You were passed out in your bed upstairs,” I tell him. I press my cheek against Sloan’s, rubbing my face against her. I can feel her tears and my fucking heart is regretting every second of putting her through this, but I have no other choice.
“Sloan had just gotten out of the pool,” I say to him. “Her bra and panties were soaking wet. Nipples were hard as fucking rocks. You know what she did, Asa?”
He doesn’t respond, so I continue.
“She walked right up to me, pressed those hard nipples against my chest, and then she called me out on my bullshit. Said she knew I was undercover. She threatened to tell you. So I did what any guy would do in that situation. I pulled her to the side of the house, shoved her against the wall, and kissed her to shut her up.” I force a smile. “She loved it, Asa. Moaned so loud I was afraid she might wake you up. Then she wrapped her legs around me, letting me know how much she wanted it. I carried her to my car and she straddled my lap. She slid right over my dick and fucked me in the backseat of my car while you slept upstairs. She fucked me, Asa. She didn’t fuck Carter. She fucked Luke. The cop. She fucked me, knowing I was there to bring you down.” I push Sloan forward a step, getting just a little bit closer to Asa, digging that knife in a little bit deeper. “How does that make you feel? Knowing it turned her on more to know that I was an undercover cop building a case against you than it did when she thought I was just another dealer like you?”
Asa’s nostrils are flaring. He’s staring at Sloan, hatred in his eyes. “Is that true, baby?” he says, his voice laced with fear for her answer. Sloan is right. She’s the only thing that can break him. “Did you know he was a cop when you fucked him?”
Sloan is staring at Asa, her fear forcing her chest to heave up and down. She nods. “It’s true, Asa,” she whispers. “And it was the best fucking orgasm of my life.”
There’s a split second when I can actually see her words breaking his heart. Cracking his entire soul right down the middle. His eyebrows draw apart and he blows out a quick breath, refusing to believe the words she just spoke to him.
That split second is all it takes to aim my gun in his direction. I pull the trigger, hitting him in the arm that’s holding the gun.
The second the bullet makes contact, Ryan breaks free and grabs Asa’s gun, shooting him once in each leg and once in the other arm.
Sloan is wrapped around me, one of my arms is holding her tight while the other is aiming straight at Asa’s head. My finger is around the trigger and it’s taking everything in me not to shoot him. To end his fucking worthless life for good.
Ryan can see it on my face. “Don’t do it, Luke,” he says.
Asa falls to the floor and Ryan is on top of him, cuffing his arms behind his back. “Where’s Tillie?” Ryan demands.
Asa makes eye contact with him. He has four bullet wounds in his body-none of them necessarily life-threatening-but he has a solemn look on his face, like he can’t even feel the physical pain.
“Fuck if I know,” he says.
Ryan reaches back and smashes the barrel of his gun across Asa’s face. Blood splatters on the wall. He grabs Asa’s phone out of his pocket and says, “You’re going to call them off! Right now! You’re going to free Tillie and my sister, you piece of fucking shit!”
Asa is staring up at him, laughing. “Your sister was a lucky guess,” he says. “Found her online. Looked up her address. I don’t even have people at her house, you gullible piece of shit.”
Ryan stares at him long and hard. He pulls his phone out and dials a number.
“Are you okay?”
He pauses. Then, “Tillie, are you fucking okay? This isn’t a joke! Where are you?”
Ryan closes his eyes and then in a split second, his gun smashes against Asa’s head again. “You pathetic fuck!”
He hangs up the phone and calls his sister. “Hey,” he says. “I’m sending police to your house. Don’t freak out, I just need to make sure you’re okay.”
When he hangs up the phone, he looks at me. He shakes his head. “I’m sorry, Luke,” he says. “There was no way I knew if he was lying or not. I couldn’t take any chances.”
“I would have done the same thing.”
Ryan makes sure Asa’s cuffs are secured to the mantle and then walks toward the door. “I’ll call the station and have this sorry fucker picked up. I’ll be downstairs. Keep your gun on him until they come get him.”
Asa shakes his head. “Not particularly. What I’d like is to not have to fucking kill you or your partner. What I’d like is for you to hand me Sloan so we can move on with our lives.”
“You were passed out in your bed upstairs,” I tell him. I press my cheek against Sloan’s, rubbing my face against her. I can feel her tears and my fucking heart is regretting every second of putting her through this, but I have no other choice.
“Sloan had just gotten out of the pool,” I say to him. “Her bra and panties were soaking wet. Nipples were hard as fucking rocks. You know what she did, Asa?”
He doesn’t respond, so I continue.
“She walked right up to me, pressed those hard nipples against my chest, and then she called me out on my bullshit. Said she knew I was undercover. She threatened to tell you. So I did what any guy would do in that situation. I pulled her to the side of the house, shoved her against the wall, and kissed her to shut her up.” I force a smile. “She loved it, Asa. Moaned so loud I was afraid she might wake you up. Then she wrapped her legs around me, letting me know how much she wanted it. I carried her to my car and she straddled my lap. She slid right over my dick and fucked me in the backseat of my car while you slept upstairs. She fucked me, Asa. She didn’t fuck Carter. She fucked Luke. The cop. She fucked me, knowing I was there to bring you down.” I push Sloan forward a step, getting just a little bit closer to Asa, digging that knife in a little bit deeper. “How does that make you feel? Knowing it turned her on more to know that I was an undercover cop building a case against you than it did when she thought I was just another dealer like you?”
Asa’s nostrils are flaring. He’s staring at Sloan, hatred in his eyes. “Is that true, baby?” he says, his voice laced with fear for her answer. Sloan is right. She’s the only thing that can break him. “Did you know he was a cop when you fucked him?”
Sloan is staring at Asa, her fear forcing her chest to heave up and down. She nods. “It’s true, Asa,” she whispers. “And it was the best fucking orgasm of my life.”
There’s a split second when I can actually see her words breaking his heart. Cracking his entire soul right down the middle. His eyebrows draw apart and he blows out a quick breath, refusing to believe the words she just spoke to him.
That split second is all it takes to aim my gun in his direction. I pull the trigger, hitting him in the arm that’s holding the gun.
The second the bullet makes contact, Ryan breaks free and grabs Asa’s gun, shooting him once in each leg and once in the other arm.
Sloan is wrapped around me, one of my arms is holding her tight while the other is aiming straight at Asa’s head. My finger is around the trigger and it’s taking everything in me not to shoot him. To end his fucking worthless life for good.
Ryan can see it on my face. “Don’t do it, Luke,” he says.
Asa falls to the floor and Ryan is on top of him, cuffing his arms behind his back. “Where’s Tillie?” Ryan demands.
Asa makes eye contact with him. He has four bullet wounds in his body-none of them necessarily life-threatening-but he has a solemn look on his face, like he can’t even feel the physical pain.
“Fuck if I know,” he says.
Ryan reaches back and smashes the barrel of his gun across Asa’s face. Blood splatters on the wall. He grabs Asa’s phone out of his pocket and says, “You’re going to call them off! Right now! You’re going to free Tillie and my sister, you piece of fucking shit!”
Asa is staring up at him, laughing. “Your sister was a lucky guess,” he says. “Found her online. Looked up her address. I don’t even have people at her house, you gullible piece of shit.”
Ryan stares at him long and hard. He pulls his phone out and dials a number.
“Are you okay?”
He pauses. Then, “Tillie, are you fucking okay? This isn’t a joke! Where are you?”
Ryan closes his eyes and then in a split second, his gun smashes against Asa’s head again. “You pathetic fuck!”
He hangs up the phone and calls his sister. “Hey,” he says. “I’m sending police to your house. Don’t freak out, I just need to make sure you’re okay.”
When he hangs up the phone, he looks at me. He shakes his head. “I’m sorry, Luke,” he says. “There was no way I knew if he was lying or not. I couldn’t take any chances.”
“I would have done the same thing.”
Ryan makes sure Asa’s cuffs are secured to the mantle and then walks toward the door. “I’ll call the station and have this sorry fucker picked up. I’ll be downstairs. Keep your gun on him until they come get him.”
