“Code name?” My voice practically squeaks. “If you mean mypet name, he calls me his little fuck toy and I rather like it.” The defensiveness raises my voice far too loud. If any hospital staff is outside the door, they undoubtedly hear me. “Please leave me the fuck alone. I don’t have anything to say.”
“If you have any knowledge of criminal activity pertaining to Declan Cross and you intentionally keep it from us, we’ll make sure that you’re convicted alongside him,” Barlowe says, attempting to intimidate me, but it’s useless. They will never get a word out of me.
The battering ram of my heart crashing against my chest is matched by the ridiculousbeep,beep,beepand I’ve finally had enough, ripping the sticky electrodes the fuck off.
“I don’t consent to a search. I don’t consent to shit. And I’m not saying anything else other than, have a pleasant fucking day unless you’d like to detain me.”
A beat passes and then another. All the while, I stare at the wall rather than them. There’s no more beep, no sound at all other than the blood rushing in my ears.
It’s then that Declan comes in and I’ve never felt such relief.
“If that’s all, ma’am,” Barlowe says and they leave; Hart doesn’t say a word.
With a plastic bag in one hand, Declan watches them as they each pass, one on each side of him.
I’m so damn grateful I tore the monitors off, because if it was on right now, the beeps would give away how fast my heart is racing.
Declan continues toward me, a scowl on his face as he watches the men leave.
I swallow thickly and the moment the door closes I shove the phone into Declan’s chest.
“I recorded everything,” I tell him, my words rushed.
With his left hand, he holds his phone to his chest. With his right, he offers me the bag. “I got you soup.”
I’m hesitant to take it. He heard me, didn’t he? I have it all fucking recorded. They can’t say I said anything. I have it. I have it all on the phone he gave me. I stare at it, willing him to just look.
“They upset you?”
“They asked me questions and I didn’t tell them anything.”
“Calm down, my little pet.”
“I swear, they said my mom called them and that I was missing—”
“Hey, hey,” he says and runs a soothing hand down my hair, hushing me as I heave in a breath. “It’s okay, they’re gone.”
“I didn’t tell them anything,” I stress to him and the back of my eyes prick as I do. Tears threaten to spill out, it’s all so overwhelming. “Just listen.”
“I believe you,” he tells me, staring at me, seeming to see through me.
He kisses me, tenderly and then deeper. My lips mold to his and I want more. I need more, but he pulls away.
“I swear, whatever they tell you, I have it recorded.” I try to explain to him.
“I got your red flag text and came as soon as I could.”
“I didn’t know what to text you and I—”
“You did just fine, my little pet. Perfect even,” he tells me and I believe him, yet at the same time, I don’t. It can’t be that simple. He hasn’t even listened yet.
“I’m sorry, I should have had men outside of the room.”
“Watch it. I didn’t say anything,” I try to reassure him.
“I don’t have to watch it—”
“I want you to.” My voice is louder than I meant it to be. He needs to listen. He needs to know I didn’t say a damn thing. “I want you to know—”