Chapter Twenty-Seven
Justice
“Are you sure you have to go?” Skylar whines, and it makes my cock hard. I don’t want to leave her, but I do have a meeting I have to attend.
“I do. One hour tops. Then I’m all yours,” I tell her before kissing her. Skylar shoves her tongue into my mouth, and I groan as she takes what she wants from me.
This new side of her has been good for us. She doesn’t feel the need to be dominant, but she likes to take charge of little things every once in a while, and I gladly let her. It works for us, and I like it when she does it.
“Do you want me to be late?” I ask as she presses herself against me.
“I don’t want you to leave,” she tells me. I don’t want to leave her either, but I have to go to this meeting, and I know she has a lot of work to do at her shop. I love seeing her like this though. It makes me feel good.
“One hour. We’ll go out to eat when I get back,” I tell her as I pull the front door of her shop open and step out. She smiles and waves at me as I walk over and climb into the waiting car.
I instruct the driver where to go, heading the few miles to my lawyer’s office. Once we arrive, the door is opened for me, and I climb out, heading inside. I stop at the receptionist’s desk and let her know I’m here.
“Mr. Sinner to see Mr. Matthews,” I tell her. She smiles and nods her head, picking up the phone letting him know I’m here.
“He’s ready for you,” she informs me as I nod my thanks and walk past her desk and straight into his office. He stands and extends his hand to me. I take it and shake it before we pull away and take our seats.
“It’s good to see you, Justice. How have you been?” he asks as we look at each other. He knows how I’ve been.
“Good. I was recently married,” I tell him as his eyes widen.
“Was that such a good idea with everything going on?”
“It was. It needed to be done,” I tell him.
“Well, then congratulations,” he says, smiling at me. I know it isn’t a real smile because this wasn’t an ideal time for us to get married, but I did it anyway. I need this. I needed to marry Sky and have her with me.
“Shall we get down to business?” I nod my head. I want to know what he’s found out and why this meeting was so important to get to right now.
“Yes, seeing how I just spoke to you this morning, I’d like to know what’s changed,” I tell him.
“As you know, I was trying to get the sentence on Bana reinstated. He went off the radar for a while. He’s back on the radar, and it’s not looking good.” Shit. That’s not what I wanted to hear. I rub my hands together before leaning forward and resting my elbows on my knees. This isn’t good. Not at all.
“What’s that mean for us now?” I ask, almost afraid to know the answer to that. Mr. Matthews reaches for an envelope and passes it to me. I take in and hesitate to open it, but I finally do. I slide the papers out and go through them, flipping page by page.
“He has all my information. Fuck!” I roar. This isn’t good. Not at all. “What happens now?”
“He has too much information on you. Letting you stick around here right now would be a death sentence,” he tells me.
“What about Skylar?”
“There is no direct threat to her, but we need to get you out of here,” he tells me as he picks up the phone and dials numbers. Everything seems to move in slow motion. Everything seems to happen so slowly I can’t think straight.
He has to know we’re married already. He has every other piece of information on me. From me buying Sky a ring to my cell phone records. How the hell did this happen? I thought we were safe for now.
I was wrong. Dead wrong, and now she could be in danger again.
The doors to the office flies open, and in comes the FBI agents I’ve come to know all too well. Tom gives me a sad smile before he motions for me to stand and come with them. I follow them out to the car and climb in just like I’m told.
Then I hear shots being fired. The car takes off, veering around corners and speeding until they feel like they lost the shooter.
Once we’re settled and driving normally, I speak.
“What about Skylar?”