Partners In Our Own Crime| BEING EDITED

14.Back To You

"Why are you doing this?!"

"Does it matter? All that matters is that you're not safe to be around. And I—"

Tears filled his eyes as he interrupted her, and for the first time she'd seen an emotion come across his face. For as long as she'd known him, not once did he ever show her how he was feeling. Never cried. Never grieved, even when his father passed, his face was stone, keeping himself from breaking. The only emotion she'd ever gotten out of him was...anger.

"Don't do this, Yara. I can't lose you again.."

She kept her eyes still, though, the urge in her wanted to let him pull her into his arms and hold her. He took her hand, a sudden bliss of hope on his face.

"I could...Protect you." His words were more of a promise as he pulled her closer, pressing his forehead against hers.

No matter how much she'd tried to resist this man...he just kept pulling her closer and closer. It was like her heart had a string attached and he was just pulling and pulling, making it hard for to escape his grasp.

"Fine..."

"I won't go."

Olivia huffed as her fingers grew weak. It was almost midnight, and she was still stuck. Why is this so hard? She'd written many stories—none of them had been published of course, mainly the reason why she was going so hard on this short story. It would be her first story out in the open, her first story that people would read. People would actually get a glimpse of her talent. People would have the space to criticize or cheer her on. She'd be dammed if she was to fuck it up now. Lately something about this story seemed oddly...familiar. The only problem was, she couldn't figure out what it had been. It was the only thing she needed...then she'd be done. If only I could figure out what the hell it is.

Sighing, she closed her laptop and pulled off her clothes as she prepared for bed. It's going to be a long few weeks.

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Spencer couldn't contain his smile, and his hands flew at their bags, placing them into their truck. Amara frowned as she watched her husband practically attack their luggage into the car. Her eyes narrowed, and confusion spread all over her face. The reason for why he was in such a rush? She couldn't seem to figure out.

"Babe, Vegas isn't going anywhere. You don't have to throw my bags," She chuckled lightly, turning her head to make sure nothing had fell out of her duffel bag. He gave a short laugh as he close the door behind him.

"Sorry...I'm just was ready to get away with you." He took her hand, cursing himself for lying to her like this.

"We deserve a vacation."

"Okay." She just nodded and rested her head back onto the headrest.

This was going to hurt her, he knew that. Was that his true intention? No. But he needed to see Olivia, he needed to be in her presence, he needed to at least try.

Even if it is the last time.

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Olivia sat in her mini office, faint music heard as she typed, trying to flow through the last few chapters of her short story. Which hadn't been going well.

"So you're really gonna do this? After you told me you would stay!"

He yelled, anger filling his voice as he glared at her, but slight tears in the brim of his eyes.

"I-I know what I said, but for fucks sake, I could lose my business, my reputation—"

"So that's all you care about? I mean nothing to you now? I've been here since the day you even thought about starting that business, I supported you through it all—"

"Then you left! You fucking left!" She screamed at him, her voice coming out as more of a small cry.

He froze, his eyes glazed with guilt. She was right, he did leave, and he didn't look back. But in his thirteen year old mind, it was the only option he had. His brother threatened him, threatened the girl he loved. Leaving town was the only way he'd thought he could put a stop to his brother's threats. But that only had his brother killed and the woman he loved broken.

"I'm sorry"

Olivia let out a small breath as her hands pulled away. She wasn't understanding why this story was such hell to write. Romance was the number one thing she'd always been good at writing. There was something missing. That something being way out of reach.

A month.

That's all she had left until she had to present this story to her boss, her co workers, and many others. Her mind started to race with thoughts. What if she wasn't done in time? She still had to send it over to her editor, and there was no telling how long that would take.

She sighed and closed her computer, walking over to her bed. Checking the time, her eyes went straight to the last message she'd received...it was Sasha.

My other half: 911! Meet me at my house in 20!

Olivia groaned and threw phone back onto her bed. She was hoping that she would have the night to herself. She could sit back and relax, in a tub of hot water, and a glass of wine. That was something she hadn't done in what felt like forever.

She grabbed her keys then her phone, slipping on her slides and headed for the door.

Meanwhile Spencer sat nervously on his plane waiting for take off, his leg shaking, the speed increasing as time went on. And Amara could not figure out why her husband was so anxious. Though she knew that Olivia left years ago, she never found out where she located, so all of this was definitely a mystery to her. But she just sat back and let out a deep sigh.

You can do this...just fight for her, something you've failed to do since ya'll were in high school. But this time...I won't fail.

Spencer let his smile settle as they waited for their plane to leave.

He knew all of this was wrong, and he'd known that he'd been playing a dangerous game, but still a dark part of him simply... didn't care.

He'd finally get her back, well, hopefully. No matter what, he had to try. Wherever she went, wherever life took them, he'd always find his way back to Olivia baker. She was his home, she was his safety net, his heart, his soul, the love of his life. And that would never change.

"Sasha this better be good!" Olivia stormed through the door, her voice filled with aggravation.

"He called!"

Sasha squealed and Olivia's eyes narrowed, for a minute she'd thought it was him.

"Who?,"

"Jordan! He said he wanted to fly out here so we could hang out a little more."

Olivia's mouth nearly dropped. "You're telling me, you called me all the way over here because my brother wants to get it on with you again?!"

Sasha let out a laugh and rolled her eyes, "he doesn't want to get it on."

Sasha had more of a sarcastic tone, it definitely wasn't convincing.

"Though, he is good at what he does," Olivia frowned, disgusted at her best friend.

"I hate you," Olivia's voice was deadpan.

"I love you too!" Sasha threw a fake kiss as she pulled Olivia into the living room.

"Movie night?" A smile crept on Olivia's face as she watched Sasha pull out a bottle of wine, and two glasses.

"Can't say no to that." Olivia smiled wide as she took the bottle from Sasha's hands.

Sasha chuckled and followed her, "sex in the city?"

"Of course."
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