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writtenbyan-aries · 4 months ago

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do u know when chapter 7 of killionaires will be out? love your work sm! <3

Warnings are for the WHOLE SERIES | SMUT18+, strong language, swearing, enemies to lovers, mentions of weapons, knives, guns, gunfire, KNIFE PLAY, blood, injuries, wounds, arguing, some physical fighting, mentions of drugs, smoking weed, mentions of car accident, fbi!reader, reader being restrained, kissing, biting, hair pulling, scratching, unprotected sex, creampie, oral (m rec), violence and filth

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Chapter 7 has been out. So here’s chapter 8!

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You spend the rest of the day on edge, just waiting for the other shoe to drop.

On top of that, you were hoping that Jake would be at your house when you went home. You knew he wouldn’t be happy about you coming into work, but right now, there’s bigger fish to fry.

As you pulled into your driveway, you felt your hands grow more sweaty as you anticipated how Jake would handle the news.

You got out, going directly up to your door, and going in. You looked around, letting out a shaky breath before walking to set your keys on the counter.

“Why were you-“

“We have a problem.” You cut Jake off, turning around to face him. He tilts his head, “What’s the problem?”

“Cody.. knows about you.”

You see his face change from relaxed to pissed, “What did you just say to me?”

“Cody. Knows. About. You.”

“Jesus Christ, y/n, elaborate on that. Fuck.” Jake runs a hand through his hair and walks around the counter to stand in front of you, “What the fuck do you mean, he knows about me?”

“Right before Sam and I snuck in to get the info, w-which I have by the way.” You look up at him, “Cody went on about how he was pissed I didn’t tell him that I was moving on. So I asked him what he was talking about he said that he say a guy.” You motion to Jake, “Tall, tattooed, dark hair, leave my house the one night.”

“So he was fucking hanging around here?” Jake scoffs, “That motherfucker.”

He goes to walk away but you grab his arm, “Jake, wait. I don’t think he knows anything about everything, I think it just hurt him that I didn’t tell him I apparently moved on.”

He looks at you, “Do you hear yourself?”

You furrow your brows, “Yeah?”

“Okay, so you can hear that it sounds like you actually give a shit about his feelings.” Jake scoffs, “Perfect.”

“No no no.” You shake your head, “Im just don’t think he’ll look into anything deeper, he might run a background check on you but that’s all the deeper he’ll go.”

“And he’ll see that I have ties with Sam.” Jake’s stare is cold, “Where’s the information on Trustado.” He holds his hand out and you give him your phone.

He clicks through, sending himself the photos you took and hands your phone back to you.

“Jake.” You whisper, your eyes on him as he refuses to look at you, “I don’t love him.”

Jake chuckles as he shakes his head and you step forward, “I love you.”

He freezes, slowly turning his head to look at you, “Don’t say that if-“

“Why would I say it if I don’t mean it? What are you going to do, kill me?” You smirk as you watch his lips twitch and he backs you up against the counter, “I couldn’t kill you even if I wanted to, remember?”

You smile, reaching up to pull him into a kiss.

His hands move to your grip your hips tighter, turning his read as you kiss down his neck, “You’re hot.” You whisper, “You’re so protective of me.”

“I tr-y to be.” He groans lowly as you suck a hicky into his skin, “But you know some things just have to happen the way they do.”

“I know.” You lean back, gripping the hem of your shirt, “But you’d still burn down the world for me if I asked.”

You take off your shirt, dropping to the floor and he nods, “You wouldn’t even have to ask.” His lips crash onto yours as his hips move between your thighs, “You don’t have anyone coming over do you?”

You shake your head and Jake smirks, “Good. Because I want to fuck you right here.”

Your breath caught in your throat as you nodded, “Please.”

He smirks and takes off his shirt, dropping it to lay with yours on the tiled floor.

He undoes his belt and nods, “Get those pants off for me.”

You slide down off the counter, undoing your jeans and pushing both them and your panties down your legs. As soon as you step out of them, Jake grips your waist, spinning you around to bend you over the counter.

His hand slides up your back, his other one meeting at the clasp of your bra to pop it open. He pushes the straps down your shoulders as he leans down, pressing kisses onto yours skin, “Tell me how much you love me.”

“I love you so much-“ you gasp as you feel his cock slide into you, “I love you.. so fucking much Jake.”

“Why, baby?” He tangles his fingers into your hair, wrapping it around his hand as he slowly tightens the pull, “Why do you love me so much?”

You moan as he draws his hips back, “E-everything.. about you, baby.”

He thrusts back in, earning a loud moan from your lips, “What’s everything, my love?”

His thrusts are slow and your eyes search the counter desperately as you try to keep it together, “how.. how- fuck!” You moan, “I love how you would do anything for me.”

Jake keeps a hold of your hair as his thrusts grow harder, “Keep talking, sweetheart.”

“I love how you always- sh-shit.” You gasp, your walls squeezing his cock, “You always check on me, s-stay with me until I fall asleep.”

Your nails drag against the dark colored counter top, “You’d risk everything.. for me.”

“You’re damn right I would.” Jake groans, his lips close to your ear, “Because I love you, too.”

Jake could tell you that a hundred times over, and it would always feel like the first time.

You moan in response, pushing your hips back as much as you can, “I-I-“

“I know, baby. Let go for me.” He presses a kiss to your cheek, listening to your whines, “God, you feel incredible.”

He leans up, his hand releasing the grip on your hair and your head falls forward. Moans leave your lips in a constant string as he guides you roughly through your high.

“That’s it, baby.” Jake groans, his eyes staring down at where your bodies are connected, “So fuckin’ good.”

You reach back, desperate to hold onto him.

He takes your hand, interlocking his fingers with yours as he pins your wrist to the small of your back.

Your moans mix with his, filling the kitchen space as he chases his own release.

His thrusts turn sloppy, slowly pushing into you as his cock twitches. You rest your forehead against the counter top, letting out a sigh as he pulls out.

“You good?” He asks as he lets your hand go. You sit up, turning around to face him, “Yeah. Always good.” You smile and he nods, giving you a smirk before he reaches down to pull his jeans back up.

You go to bend down to grab yours, but Jake stops you, bending down to grab your panties and holding them open for you to step into before sliding them up your legs.

He does the same thing with your jeans, and then he hands you your shirt, “So.. I have to tell you something.”

Your heart sinks for a second before you force yourself to muster up any kind of words, “Oh, um. About what?”

He puts his shirt on and steps back to lean against the counter, “I have to leave for a little bit.”

“How long is a little bit?”

“Few weeks at the most.”

You raise your brows, “Oh, okay.”

“You’re not going to ask me why?”

You shrug, “Why?”

“I’m going to find Cobra.”

You laugh slightly, “Like.. the snake?”

Jake shakes his head, “No, he’s who shot your brother.”

You go silent, staring at him. Your voice was barely there, “Oh.” You clear your throat, speaking a bit louder, “Oh.”

“Gotta hold up my end of the deal, right?” Jake pushed himself up from leaning against the counter, “Colby has been on him for a while now, but somehow he managed to slip away.” He sighs, “So now, I have to do it myself.”

You nod, “Right, yeah.”

“But while I’m gone..” he walks up to you, “I need you to find out what that precious little Cody has on me.” He reaches up, gently cupping your cheeks, “Can you do that for me?”

“Yes, I can do that.”

His thumbs rubs over your skin slowly, “Sam will be here. Johnnie will be around. If you need anything, I’m only a call away.”

You let out a sigh, “Sam and I can handle Cody.”

“I know you can.” He nods, leaning in to press a gentle kiss on your forehead, “If you find something, let me know so I can kill him.”

He laughs as he steps away but you just look at him.

“What?”

You shrug, “Maybe you need to.”

He furrows his brows, “Whoa, wait. What?”

“I’m just saying that.. what if.. something.. were to happen to him?” You purse your lips as you tilt your head, “It would minimize the risk, would it not?”

He raise his hand, pointing at you, “Find out what he knows first, then maybe.. I can make something happen.”

“I’ll just have Sam co-“

“He’s already on his way.”

“Oh.” You raise your brows, “When did you-“

“I texted him before I came over. I told him to give me half an hour because I just wanted to see my girl before I left.”

A smile plays at your lips as he walks up to you, “maybe these few weeks will be good.”

“Why do you say that?” You ask as you lay your hands on his hips. He chuckles, “Sounds like I’m starting to rub off on you a little bit.”

“That such a bad thing?” You laugh as you pull him in for a kiss.

A knock on the door makes you jump and Jake walks over, “It’s just Sam. Relax, baby.” He opens the door and Sam crutches in, “Hey. I passed Cody on the way here. Not sure where he was going but..” he looks at Jake, “You might want to get out of here.”

He nods, looking at you, “I’ll be back.”

“Okay.” You nod, “Stay safe.”

He smiles, “You don’t have to worry about me, sweetheart.” He leaves and Sam closes the door, “So you know?”

“That he’s going to find Cobra?” You laugh slightly, “Yeah, I do.”

Sam nods and slowly moves over to the livingroom, “So what did Jake say to do about Cody? He said you’d fill me in on everything.”

“Do you need a drink or anything?” You ask as you open the fridge and Sam shakes his head, “No, thank you.”

You nod and walk in, “He basically said to see if I can find out if he’s dug anything up. He said that there’s a chance, no.” You sit down on the couch next to Sam, “He said he’ll find that he’s connected to you?”

Sam closes his eyes as he takes a deep breath, “Fuck, okay. Yeah, yeah.”

“What’s that about?” You turn towards him, “Jake and I, growing up. We were always getting into trouble. Most of the charges and shit we’re before we were eighteen, so they’re expunged or whatever, but the day after we turned eighteen, we were driving backroads and someone caught us smashing mailboxes and shit and turned us into the police. We were charged with destruction of property.”

“Can I ask..” you laugh, “How are-were, you hired as an agent? Did you get like a totally new identity or something?”

“You’d be shocked at how much power Jake holds.” He chuckles, “And that the department you’re working at right now is stupid as fuck.”

You raise your brows, “Yeah. Yeah.” You laugh slightly, turning your head towards the door when there’s a frantic knock.

Sam stands up and you stand up beside him, “I’ll get it.” You give him a nod and walk over to the door, opening it up slightly to see Cody swaying back and forth.

“What are you doing here?” You ask, putting your foot behind the door, “Are you drunk?”

“I just want you to know, that I know, okay?” Cody slurs and your heart starts racing, but you remain calm, cool, collected, “Know about what.. exactly?”

“I saw him leave.” Cody points, laughing as he looks back to you, “I saw him leave, and you don’t even have the fucking decency to tell me the truth. No consideration for my feelings towards you.”

He was yelling, starting to get the neighbor’s attention with their porch lights flipping on.

“Cody. You need to either calm down, or leave.” You look over at Sam and Sam tilts his head, pulling out his phone.

You motion for him to not do anything, looking back at Cody as he steps forward. You put your hand out, pressing it into his chest, “I don’t think it’s a good idea that you come in here.”

“Why?” He laughs, “Is he in there?” He leans forward, “I hope he can..” he raises his voice, yelling into your house, “Fuck you better than I can.”

“Stop it!” You raise your own voice, “We weren’t ever anything more than fuck buddies okay. The only person who ever wanted us to be anything more was you.”

“What a fucking bitch.” He scoffs, “Fine. I wasn’t going to do this, but you know what.. you asked for it.”

“Asked for-“

He holds up a folder, “I know all about your little boyfriend. How he’s a criminal.”

You go to snag it from his hand but he jerks it away, “Uh uh, let me in first.” You clench your jaw, letting out a sigh as you move out of the way.

Cody walks in, stopping as he sees Sam standing in the living room, “Oh this is just perfect!”

You make a disgusted face as you smell the alcohol wafting off of him, closing the door and pressing your back against it.

“What do you want, Cody?” Sam asks and Cody shrugs, “I just wanna talk to Jake.”

Your heart sinks into your gut, “Why.”

He turns his head, his body following as he walks up to you, “Because, I just want to hear it from his mouth that he’s the one who’s behind this whole Killionaires bullshit.”

“I think you’re letting your jealousy is get the best of you. Jake isn’t a part of that, yeah, he’s a criminal, but he isn’t a murderer.”

“Jealousy?” He laughs, “No, no. Not at all. In fact, I’m happy for you. Happy that I don’t have to deal with your whiney ass when I get you hauled away for harboring a fugitive.”

“What’s in the file, Cody?” Sam asks and Cody sighs as he turns, “I don’t Caleb, or.. should I say Samuel Golbach. Which name do you prefer.”

“What’s. In. The file?” Sam clenches his jaw and you look between him and Cody. Your eyes move down to the file that’s in his grasp.

“I think it’ll be nice to hear it in the courtroom, don’t you think?” Cody smirks and looks at you, “I-I..” he shakes his head, “I thought you were better than this, y/n.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Why would I be trying to stop the people killing all of those people if I was a part of them?” You scoff, “Seriously, Cody. Get a fucking grip.”

“Tell you what. I won’t make a call and have the police come here, if you tell me what really happened that night at the house, the night you got your face smashed in, huh.”

“She tried-“

He cuts Sam off, “I don’t think I was talking to you, Sam.” He looks back at you, “What do you think, I think that’s a good idea.”

“Get fucked.” You shove him backwards, reaching for the file, and he body checks you into the door, “I don’t think so.”

“Enough. There’s no reason to-“ Sam stops as Cody pulls out his gun, “What are you gonna do, huh? Beat me with one of your crutches?”

“Put it down.” You say lowly, “Put it down, and I’ll tell you everything.”

Cody turns the gun on you, “Oh, okay. I see. As soon as the gun comes out that’s when you wanna talk. What? Don’t wanna get the other side of that once pretty face smashed in?”

“You aren’t going to touch her.”

You felt a feeling of saftey wash over you as Jake’s voice comes into play. You watch as he walks out from the hall, “What do you want to know, Cody?”

“Are you Jake?” Cody asks and Jake nods, “The one and only. Now out the gun down.”

“Why? So you can have your partner over here take his shot?” Cody keeps the gun pointed at Jake, “ I don’t think so.”

“Fine, but I’m telling you right now, you point that gun at her again, or even touch a hair on her head, I’ll kill you.” Jake holds his cold stare on Cody, “That’s a promise. I don’t make threats.”

“Ooh-ho-ho, tough guy, huh?” Cody laughs and Jake takes a step forward. Cody’s grip on the gun tightens and you can feel every muscle in your body tense.

“What’s in the folder, Cody?” Jake shrugs, “That the only copy you have? Did you tell anyone else about it before coming here?”

“I-I, no-no, of c-of course it’s not the only fucking copy I have and coming here alone would be fucking stupid, so why would..” he laughs, “why would I not do my job?”

“I don’t know.” Jake chuckles, “It’s just that I know for a fact that if you didn’t come alone like you said, the streets wouldn’t be empty. There would be cops sitting just a few streets over and I got word a few minutes ago, from a very, trustworthy friend, that it is in fact, just you.. so.. if you want, you can try again.” Jake motions, “Floor is yours, pal.”

“Fuck you. As soon as I leave-“

“Who said you’re going anywhere?” Jake smirks slightly, “See, I know more about you than you probably know about me, and all I’m saying is to just give me the file, you give me your word that you won’t tell anyone what you think you know, and we can all go on about our evening.”

“You don’t know shit about me.” Cody shoots back and Jake tsks his tongue a few times, “Cody, Cody, Cody.” He shakes his head, “I don’t think you want to go down this road.”

“Looks like we already are, so why don’t you tell me, what you think you know, huh?” Cody keeps his stare on Jake and you look over at Sam.

He tilts his head, giving you an apologetic look, which confuses you. You furrow your brows and Jake catches your attention, “Ben.”

Cody shrugs, “what about him?”

“I know about your little deal.” Jake crosses his arms, “Do you want me to continue?”

“What is he talking about?” You look at Cody, “What about my brother?” You take a step forward, “What is he talking about?”

Cody sighs, “Nothing, y/n.”

“Don’t even say her name.” Jake snaps, “Do you want me to tell her? Or do you want to be the one to tell her that you hired a man named Cobra to shoot her brother which failed, hilariously I must add.” Jake gasps sarcastically, “Oops. Spilled the beans didn’t I?”

“What.” You blink a few times, “You..” you jerk your head back, “Are you fu- is he being serious right now, Cody?”

You were in shock.

“N-no. No, okay. I didn’t-“ Cody steps forward, the gun closed to Jake, “I should fucking kill you right now.”

“Why don’t you?” Jake taunts, “I mean, come on. I’m right here, aren’t I?”

“J- shut up! Shut up!” Cody yells, turning around to you as he drops the gun to his side, “Please please don’t-“ He looks at you, a sorry look on his face, “It was.. I’m sorry. I’m sorry, okay.”

“Why?” You mumble lowly, tears filling your eyes.

“He took my job. That spot was reserved for me, and then Ben j-just had to come in and fucking take it from me.” He sniffles, “My life was fucking set until he came in. I thought maybe if he got taken out, it would come to me, but no. That asshole just had to live and he continues to make my life harder but rubbing it in-“

You shut him up with a right hook to the jaw, “So just because you didn’t like something, you thought it was okay to take h- my brother’s life?” You hit him again, “You’re such a fucking asshole. A lying. Manipulative. Fucking. Asshole.”

You punch him again and he falls to the ground, gun sliding over towards Sam. He uses his crutch to pull it closer to him, but he doesn’t dare grabbing it.

Instead he pulls his own out that was tucked into his waist band of his jeans, aiming it at the whimpering, pathetic lan lying on your kitchen floor.

“I-I’m sorry, y/n.” Cody whimpers, “I didn’t.. I didn’t think you’d ever find out.”

You grab the file from his hand and hand it to Jake.

Jake opens it up and laughs, “What a fucking idiot. He wrote down, suspicious suspects, like what the fuck does that even mean?”

Cody goes to get up but Sam speaks up, “You move an inch and I’m sending a bullet to meet whatever organ I’m aiming at.”

Cody raises his hands, “fine, fine. You win. I-I’m done.”

Jake slaps the folder against the counter, “What did you think you were going to get out of this, Cody?” He bends down, staring into his eyes, “Really, I’d love to know because I’m actually clueless with this.”

“I-I don’t know.” Cody mumbles, “I just,. Wanted to finally win something I guess.”

“Mm, I see.” Jake shakes his head, “Well then I guess this is a good time to tell you that you actually did win something.”

“My freedom?” Cody asks, and Jake raises his brows, pointing his finger to him, “Close. It’s actually a one way ticket to hell.”

“Wh-what?” He looks from Jake to you and Jake reaches up, turning his face back towards him, “Don’t look at her. You look at me.”

“P-please.. I won’t.. I won’t say a word to anyone okay. I promise.”

“I’m afraid it’s already too late for that, my man. But, since you were kinda honest, well..” Jake looks at you, “Since you only shoved her into the door once, I’ll tell you what. If y/n here wants you to die painless, we’ll make it quick. Easy. One shot.” Jake holds two fingers up and pretends his thumb is a trigger, “Boom. Done.”

You keep your stare on Cody as you bend down, your voice low, “Fuck. You. You don’t get to die easy.”

“Alright.” Jake grabs Cody by the shirt, “Looks like your fate has been decided.”

Cody gets one plea out before Jake knocks him out cold. He lets him plop backwards onto the floor and turns his attention to you, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”

You walk up to Jake, shoving his chest, “You fucking knew.” You shove him again and Jake takes it, not laying a hand on you, “You fucking knew, this whole time and you-“ you voice breaks, “Why?”

“I had to wait for the right time, baby.”

You look at Sam, “Did you know?”

Sam nods, “I’m sorry.”

You swallow, laying a hand over your mouth as you look down at the unconscious body on your floor. All of your rage that you felt towards everyone and everything comes out and you kick Cody.

Over and over again.

“Feel better?” Jake asks and you scoff, “Are you serious right now? Of course I don’t feel better.” You roll your eyes, “Just- get him out of my house.”

“You’re not coming with?” Jake asks and you snap your head towards him, “What?”

“You’re not coming with?” He repeats, and you shrug, “Why? I already know what you’re going to do to him.”

“Well, I just figured while I took care of this piece of shit, you could take care of the other one.”

You feel a chill roll down your spine, “Y-you.. you have him?”

Jake nods, “Colby found him about an hour ago. Got the text right before I came in here.”

You look down at Cody and back up to Jake, “What are we waiting for then? Let’s go.”

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The long awaited part 8 is here. Let me know how you liked it, what you think I should touch back up on, etc. I love you all as usual, and I thank you sooo much for reading! Catch you in the next one!

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writtenbyan-aries · 8 months ago

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Killionare Part 4

Killionare part 4

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PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE | PART FOUR | PART FIVE

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“You may not have done the killing, but there’s blood on your hands, too, sweetheart.”

You stare at your hands, rubbing your thumb over the pads of your other fingers. Jake’s words constantly replaying in your head.

It’s been two days since you’ve seen Jake, he did say he’d be gone for a few, but you never how many a few is with him.

“Good morning.” Ben sets a coffee down on the desk, “You left early this morning.”

“Yeah, I wanted to get a jump on the day.” You bring the cup to your lips, “When do you go back?” You look up at Ben as he sits down across from you.

He shrugs, “I think I’m going to see about staying.”

“Do you think that’s the right idea?”

He furrows his brows, “Why wouldn’t it be? Do you not want me home?”

“No I do, I just-“ you sigh, “I just think there’s more to your shooting than anyone thinks, Ben.”

He leans in, “What are you saying?”

You stammer over your words and he cuts you off, “You think they did this to me? Y/n, my shooter is in prison.”

“I’m just saying that we can’t be.. too careful. Not with something like this.” You push the folder over towards him, “They struck again. And again. They’re ahead of us.”

“What the hell.” He stretches over the desk, pressing his fingers into the folder and drags it over to him, “These are people-“

You cut him off, “That Cody called about protective custody.”

“One of the wives this time?” Ben looks up at you, shaking his head, “We need to get more patrols in the area. This is..” he sighs, “Fuck.” He slams his hand down on the folder and you tilt your head, “Why don’t we go talk to some of the people that are on the list to be taken into protective custody?”

“Think the chief will sign off on that?” Ben raises his brows and you shrug, “Worth a shot, right.”

——

“You have zero faith in me.” You laugh as you get into the cruiser. Ben chuckles, “I just didn’t think you were up for putting yourself on the line just yet.”

“I’ve been dying to get back to work. Plus, if I’m here then I can’t hear you and-“

“Okay, okay. Okay. I get what you’re saying.” Ben laughs, “Sorry about that.”

You shrug, “I just turn my tv up.” You laugh, letting out a sigh as you watch out the window, “Where to first?”

“Um, I belive it’s the home of Robert and Emilie Kearson.” Ben checks the paper and nods, “Yeah. Then I think, right next door if I’m not mistaken is Charlie and Heather Drivot.”

“Did you want to stay together on this, or did you want to take one and I take the other?” You look over at him and he shrugs, “I’d prefer if we stick together.”

——

“Hello, Mrs Kearson?” You smile at the woman standing in the opening of the door, “I’m agent y/n y/l/n and this is officer y/l/n.”

“Is this about the-“

“Yes.” Ben cuts them off, “It’s about what happening to other men, and now women, like you and your husband.”

You glance at Ben and take a breath, “May we come in and just give you the rundown of what we want to do to keep you and your family safe?”

“Robert won’t-“ the woman shakes her head, “He won’t. He thinks he’ll make it out of this.”

“I don’t want to scare you any further, but this is your best chance at-“

You cut Ben off, “Here’s my card, Mrs. Kearson. Please, if you change your mind or have any questions, please call.”

“Is your husband home?” Ben asks and the woman takes your card, “No. He’s next door with Charlie.”

“Thank you.” You nod, subtly pulling Ben with you, “Why would you-“

Gunshots catch your attention and you and Ben run to the house next door, “Robert Kearson! Charlie Drivot!” You yell as you slowly open the door, “Ben, call for backup.”

“Already done.”

You nod, the sound of painful screams fill the house and you huff, “I’m going on.”

“Y/n, no!” Ben grabs your arm and you rip it away, “They need help.”

“You don’t know if they’re still in there or not! You can’t fucking go in there.” Ben yells and a woman, covered in blood, opens the door fully.

She’s panting, sobbing, completely losing it.

“What happened?” You wrap your arm around her shoulder and she falls into you. You look at Ben, “We need EMS, now!”

You try to console the woman, but nothing is calming her down.

You peer into the house from the doorway and your breath is hitched in your throat as you see Jake standing at the top of the steps, giving you a smirk before he walks back the hall.

Not even a minute later, another gun shot was heard and everything fell completely silent.

The slowly woman turns back around, her body jolting with her silent sobs.

“Ma’am. Ma’am.” You try to pull the woman back but she breaks from your grasp, rushing into the house and upstairs to where you saw Jake.

Her blood curdling scream fills the house and a chill goes down your spine, “Go around back.. I got this covered.”

You heard sirens in the distance and the only thing you could think was, run Jake, run!

The squad cars come to a screeching stop, guns drawn as they run towards the house.

“Tell me what’s happening, y/l/n.” One of the officers says and you freeze.

“C’mon, y/n. What happened.”

“Ben and I went next door, talked to Mrs. Kearson. Heard screaming. Ran over here. The woman, Heather, she went back in, but I-I don’t know. I sent Ben around back.” You switch your gun to your other hand and wipe your palm on your jeans, “I didn’t see anything. Just.. heard the shot.”

“Are you okay?”

You nod, “Yeah, yeah. I’m good.”

He nods and looks around, “Going in.”

You rush in with the other officers and agents. You right up the steps and you come to a hard stop when you see the room, “Guys.” You turn your head slightly, keeping your eyes on the wall, “Guys!”

“What? What is-“ the officer stops, “What the fuck.”

In what you assume is blood, Killionaires is written across the wall.

Your eyes move to the woman laying next to the man, dead.

“Oh, Heather.” You look up, taking a shaky breath, “Fuck. I could have-“

“No, don’t do tha-“

“I could have stopped her. I could have saved her.” You bend down, head between your forearms, “Fuck!”

“Hey is every- what the hell.” Ben takes a second before looking down at you, “Hey, hey. What’s going on?”

“She’s kicking her own ass for Heather.”

“Don’t do that, y/n.” Ben drops down, his hand rubbing your back for comfort, “You tried, okay. I saw. She made up her mind.”

“This isn’t your fault y/n.” The officer says, “C’mon. Let’s get you out of here.”

They pull you to your feet and you push them away, walking down and out of the house as you wipe away your tears.

You can normally handle death. You’ve never broken down about a case, maybe two times in your career but they were, special cases.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” You walk over to the one car, slamming your hand down on the hood. You were strung out.

Burnt out from playing two games at once.

“Y/n?” The chief walks up, “What’s going on?”

“No matter..” you sniffle, “What I do..” you laugh, shaking your head as you take a deep breath, “I can’t keep anyone safe.”

“You tried your best, y/n. Some people.. just can’t be saved.”

You wanted to so badly spill everything. Stick your hands out and let them cuff you, but you just couldn’t.

Not yet.

“We were right there.” You motion to the house next door, “Right here. Damn it.”

“That’s the job. Always being one step behind the perps.” The chief reaches out and rubs your shoulder, “Until you’re not. That’s what motivates me.”

“How do we get a head of them?” You sniffle, “I just-“

“I’m putting out a mandatory order for protective custody. More units patrolling. I’ll put an officer at each door if I have to.” The chief sighs, “Well get these assholes, y/n. I promise.”

You nod, “Do you need me to write a report?”

He nods, “I’ll need everything you saw, heard, felt. You know the drill.”

You nod, “Am I clear to go back to the station?”

“Oh my god, y/n. What happened?” Cody runs up, “Are you hurt?” His hands wipe over the blood on your clothes and you shake your head, “Not mine.”

He pulls you in, kissing the top of your head, and you just sob.

You hated Jake, but at the same time, a sick part of you missed him.

That was a deadly combination.

You pull yourself together and lean away, “Can you take me to the station?”

Cody nods, “Of course. Come on.”

You make your way to his car and the whole ride there you refused to talk. You were afraid you’d say the wrong thing.

He assured you multiple times that nothing was your fault, but in reality, it was.

You get out, not waiting for him and walk into the station. You brushes people off, saying it wasn’t your blood, something happened.

You walk into the one conference room and close the door.

As you’re writing your report, images of Jake just smirking at you flash and you squeeze your eyes shut. Hoping and praying that he can just let his grip on you go, even if it’s just a little bit.

But you didn’t see that happening. Not until one of you is dead.

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As you and Ben pull up to your house, you look over at him, “You don’t have to babysit me your whole life.”

“Who said I was doing that?” He parks the car and leans back, “I’m just looking out for my sister.”

You nod and Ben sighs, “Are you trying to tell me that you want to be left alone for tonight?” He chuckles, “I’m not going to be bad at you for needing space, not after..” he shakes his head and looks back at you, “I’ll stay at Nat’s place tonight. No big deal.”

You nod, “Thanks for being so understanding.”

He shrugs, giving you a smile before getting out of the car, “I’ll just get a bag quick and then I’ll go.”

You nod, walking up to your door, “No rush. I’m going to get a shower.” You walk into the bathroom and stand at the mirror.

You stare in the mirror, unable to recognize what you’re becoming.

Tears well up in your eyes and you shake your head, walking over to turn the shower on. The room fills with steam as the water grows hotter, and you discard your clothes before getting in.

You rest your shoulder and head against the wall as the water washes over you.

This is when you wished the shower would, quite literally, wash the day away. You wanted to forget. Not have the image of walking into the room in your memory.

Hearing the screams. The gunshots. Everything.

After washing up and turning the water off, a familiar voice causes you to freeze.

“How was your day, sweetheart?”

You close your eyes, taking a deep breath before you pull the curtain back slightly and reach out for your towel, ignoring Jake.

“It’s like that now?” He scoffs, “I didn’t mean to-“

“Is my brother gone?” You ask as you wrap the towel around your body before moving the curtain.

“Would I be here if he was?” Jake tilts his head, “Stupid question, I don’t need a stupid answer.”

You roll your eyes, reaching for the door knob but Jake’s hand grabs your wrist, “I’m sorry.” You continue to ignore him, eyes staying glued to the knob.

“Y/n.” He reaches up to grab your chin and you wince at his touch, “Don’t.”

“A few days ago you were practically begging me to touch you. What happened?” Jake drops his hand to his thigh and you snap your head towards him, “What happened?” You scoff, “What happened is today. What you did. To me, today.”

“I didn’t do anything.” He rests his head back against the mirror, “I didn’t know you were going to go door to door, baby. You were just in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

“Or, should I say.. right time for you and your little cop buddies.” He smirks at his own words, his eyes moving down to look at you.

“Just..” you sigh, “Just leave me alone.”

You open the door and Jake follows you to your room, “You know I can’t do that, baby.”

“Stop. Calling. Me. That.” You walk over to your dresser, pulling out clean clothes, “And get out or at least turn around so I can change.”

He chuckles and shakes his head as he turns around, “What are the next steps?”

You ignore him until you dress, “With what?”

“You know what.” He turns back around and leans against the wall.

You walk past him, out to your kitchen and he follows, “C’mon. Don’t ignore me. Shit drives me crazy.”

You stand at the counter, hands laying on the edge and you think for a moment.

Jake walks up behind you and presses his chest to your back, “Tell me what the next move is, baby. I’ll leave after that.”

His hands slowly find their way to your hips and you sigh, “I’m pulling out of the investigation.”

His hands grip your hips and he spins you around, “What.” His tone is harsh, “Y/n. You do realize there is a shit ton of shit on the line, right? Like you do understand that, don’t you?”

Your voice is barely audible, breaking as you try not to cry, “I can’t do this anymore.”

Jake forces your chin up with his fingers, “Listen to me, and listen fucking good.” He stares into your eyes and you can’t help but stare back, mostly out of fear.

“You pull out of this investigation. I’ll kill your brother myself. I’ll make sure it’s slow and painful. Am I clear?”

Your heart was racing, “Don’t. Don’t bring my brother into this.”

Jake chuckles, “You already did.” He lets go of your chin and sighs, “See ya around, baby. Probably tomorrow. Who knows.”

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