TROUBLE

FORTY EIGHT

*TW*

"You don't have to do this Cecilia. We can deal with this." Miles genuinely sounds concerned, and I am sure he is, but what he doesn't understand is that I cant sit around, waiting for the fated call that he was gone. He being King. Today was the day we are supposed to be questioning and eventually killing his ass, over at Miles' warehouse, that was the only place with availability lately.

But why is it that if I don't see it for myself, I won't believe. It isn't about trust, it is about justice.

"I can't just sit around, filling out paperwork while you have all the fun." I whine, flopping back on the love seat in our living room. I cross my arm over my eyes, I was frustrated. We've been back and forth since last night. We broke into a full blown argument, that I got that angry I tried to throw a book at him.

It missed thankfully.

I fell asleep mid argument, so here we are having it again.

"Cecilia I'm not doing this to stop you from going-"

"Sure seems like it." I mutter, cutting him off with a scowl. He runs his hands through his hair in his own frustration, clenching and unclenching his fists as his knuckles change from red, to white repeatedly.

"Baby, you were stabbed two weeks ago, you've gone through a miscarriage for crying out loud. You need some sort of time to yourself. Emotionally and mentally."

I roll my eyes. "For fuck sake. I know I need to go through the grief of losing my child. But how the fuck can I do that when the cause of my grief is still alive. Give me a fucking break Miles. I'm going and your ass isn't stopping me!!" I pull on my boots, picking up my keys, turning and leaving.

I could hear him shouting behind me, but I throw him the middle finger salute over my shoulder, getting into my car and going.

I love him, but he is the most infuriating, protective asshole.

I arrive at the warehouse in record time, I may have sped along the highway, letting me vent all of my problems with need of speed. Miles was calling me the entire way but ignored every call, he left a number of questionable voicemails, with many, many choice words.

Fuck him.

I get out of the car, storming past the multiple security guards, some trying to talk to me but I walk past them too quickly to notice or to care.

"Woah, mami slow down. What's with the face of thunder." Maddox smirks, he had stopped in front of me. "Miles called me telling me you are on a war path. So what's up?" He questioned, he escorts me into Miles' office. I sit down in his chair, throwing my head back.

"I love him, but holy fuck if his protective tendencies get in the way of me doing my work then I swear to god I will put a bullet in him."

"Why?"

"Where's my family?"

"Good deflect there. They are down stairs, already intimidating King." I sigh, standing up walking out.

"Good chat Maddox, should do it again some time." I shout behind me, smiling. "By the way, send my son of bastard husband down."

***

"You aren't making this easier on anyone. You think staying quiet will save your buddies lives but it won't!!" I could hear Rocco's commanding bellow from outside the cell. That voice could scare anyone, hell it scares me.

The guard notices me and opens the door, I walk inside, catching the attention of everyone in the fairly sizeable cell. The silence alerts King, whose head snaps up. A dirty grin on his face.