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Chapter 5

  • Chapter Five
  • When Derek had found out that Ellsa—Tasha was the White Widow, shock wasn’t word enough to express what he felt at that moment. At first he’d thought it was Ellie. Dale had sent him his wedding picture and his jaw hit the floor. She’d looked exactly like the woman he’d spotted with Katarina six years ago in Holland. He’d looked her up then and there was nothing that hinted about her clandestine line of work. He thought he’d finally found the elusive White Widow, a definite boost in his career, but he was apprehensive about her being married to his cousin. He’d planned on going home, introducing himself to his new family member when a new assignment disrupted his plans. By the time he was done, Dale had been shot and Damien had disappeared to Mexico searching for some phantom girlfriend.
  • He felt guilty that he wasn’t there when their lives were falling apart at the seams and yet they were with him when his own life had collapsed around his ears, his career dead in the water.
  • “I’m sorry man. I just… it’s the only life I know and I can’t accept that I’ve lost it.”
  • Damien patted his shoulder, “It may be hard now, but once you start moving on, it will get better. You could start with visiting-”
  • Derek shot to his feet, cutting Damien off and forcing him to take a step back. He bit down hard on his back teeth from the pain. The quick movement sent spasms of piercing pain into his knee, but he was pissed enough to walk away without limping.
  • “You can’t run from her forever!” Damien shouted after him.
  • “Watch me,” Derek gritted out, punching the locker room door open and letting it bang shut behind him. He didn’t even bother to take a shower. He just grabbed his stuff out of his locker, shoved it into his gym bag and quickly left before his cousins cornered him. He drove his Mustang like a madman to his apartment building. He took the elevator up to the eleventh floor and limped to his door when he noticed someone standing there, with her back to him. Discreetly he unzipped his gym bag and slid his hand in, wrapping it around the barrel of his forty-five.
  • “May I help you?” He called out, courteous enough, even though, his body was rigid preparing for an attack. The woman turned around with a deep red smile on her lips. Derek relaxed and smiled back, letting go of his gun and pulling his hand out of his bag.
  • “Gwen, how did you get up here?”
  • The red head with lips to match leaning against the door jamb pushed her hip out more exposing milky white skin of her waist, “I flashed my FBI badge and the doorman let me up.”
  • Derek shook his head. One day, Erne the doorman will let up a hot chick who’ll kill them both. The man couldn’t resist a big pair of breasts.
  • “Your badge had nothing to do with it,” he looked, pointed at her exposed cleavage, “trust me.”
  • She looked down at her chest and when she looked up, there was a sultry smile on her lips, “Oh really?”
  • Damn straight, there was a tent already forming in his gym shorts as he stared at those beautiful babies. No bra, judging by those hard points pressing against the cotton fabric.
  • “That shirt was most definitely your ticket in. Did you carry a jacket? It’s pretty cold to be walking around without one.”
  • “I like this shirt too,” she ran her finger down between her breasts, pushing a button open and exposing a little of her bra. It was red and lacey. His favorite. So she was wearing a bra and one that wasn’t padded. He liked those- no false representation. Gwen’s breast were all real, but he knew that already. “I left my jacket in the car. I knew I wouldn’t need it when I came up.”
  • “Did you tell Dale?” Conversation was the last thing he wanted to have with her, but the question had to be asked.
  • Her smile quickly disappeared and Derek sighed heavily. He and Gwen had been sneaking around ever since he could stand with just one crutch and a knee brace, so for a few months now. But, even though, the sex was fantastic, he didn’t want to cause problems with his cousin. Dale and Gwen weren’t just partners before his promotion, they were also lovers before he met and fell in love with Ellie.
  • “He’s a happily married man, he doesn’t care who I screw Derek.”
  • Dale never liked sharing as a kid, even stuff he no longer held interest for. So yeah, he might have something to say about him burning the sheets with his ex.
  • “Even though…” he shook his head from side to side.
  • She rolled her eyes, “Fine. How about we go to his birthday party tomorrow, together.”
  • Ah hell! Derek blew out a breath making a motor boat noise with his lips. Going out together in public, worse off, going to a family function as a couple with no heads up? His aunts and his mom would have his head. What about Ellie and Tasha? He would definitely have an angry wife with her psycho assassin sister on his back, that scared him a little. Going to Dale’s birthday party together was definitely a bad idea, especially since all they were doing was screwing. They were not in a relationship. Maybe she needed reminding.
  • “Gwen-”
  • “Look Derek,” she started cutting him off, “I’m horny as hell and my patience is running out. Why not open the door, screw me and then we can talk later. Much, much later.”
  • Well, when she put it so point blank like that… Derek opened the door and proceeded to do just that, screw her until they both could barely move after.