Imperatrix

chapter 51

Harry slammed the door of his car close. He approached the warehouse carefully, his hand on the butt of his gun. This was the third house in the list that D had given him.

The door had no padlock, unlike the others which gave him a bad feeling.

He nodded and Mark opened the door. It made a squeaky sound as it slowly swung open. The officers trooped in slowly holding the leash of the dogs.

“Spread out. Find what you can.”

Mark nodded leading the men away.

Most of the warehouses they had raided had tons of drugs stored in them. But they were hard to find, which was why they needed the dogs to sniff them out. He slowly walked forward, opening doors as he went.

The next door he opened led into a large room with cabinets and a huge desk. Harry walked slowly in and looked around.

The cabinets were arranged on either side of the walls. He was walking towards them when the door suddenly slammed shut with a loud bang. He whirled around with his gun pointed and saw her standing there with her hand on the door.

“You,” he growled.

“Yes, me,” she said locking the door and leaning against it. Her arms were crossed.

“You’ve been busy,” she commented.

Harry said nothing but glared at her instead.

“I thought I asked you to stay out of my way. You really love getting yourself into business that does not concern you.”

“Bringing drugs into the city concerns me, and that makes it my business.”

He had seized so many cargoes. But what he didn’t know was that that was just the tip of the iceberg.

She pushed away from the door and took a step towards him but he stepped back. She paused.

“You’re scared,” she stated.

“Shouldn’t I be?” he asked bitterly. She could kill him on a whim.

“Not really,” she murmured to herself.

He wanted to hate her so badly. She lied to him, their whole relationship was based on a lie. She’d humiliated him in front of his boss.

“Just, get out of my way. I don’t want to talk to you. Stay away from me, and I’ll stay away from you.”

“Funny thing to say seeing as you are standing in my warehouse.”

“Your warehouse?” he asked cocking his head.

Jack sighed and chose not to reply. His ignorance was sometimes annoying.

“You can leave now if you want, and I promise not to kill you. If you stay longer, I might not be responsible for anything that happens to you,” Jack said quietly.

“You won’t kill me.”

“What makes you so sure of that?”

“You’ve had so many chances and you didn’t. You won’t now.”

So many chances. Every time they slept together was an opportunity but she didn’t.

“Don’t be so sure,” Jack said walking towards the desk. As she sat on it, she swung her legs back and forth and stared at him from the corner of her eyes.

When he was sure she wasn’t going to attack him, he lowered his gun and glared at her.

“Why did you lock the door?”