Bad Things

|Chapter Fourteen|

"What is it, Noah?" I ask as soon as he hangs up the phone.

He scrubs his large hand over his face, whatever Nick said is bad. I've never seen Noah get worked up like this. He was calm and collected the day the police were searching our apartments.

"Tell me," I demand when he seems like he's going to withhold whatever is going on.

"They found the body," he mutters, white knuckling the steering wheel.

"Oh my god," I moan, "oh my god."

"There's more," he starts tentatively, I turn to him and wait, "I'm the suspect."

"What the fuck, Noah? What are we going to do? I'm not going to let them arrest you for a crime I committed."

"Yes, Olivia, you are. When we get home, they are going to pick me up for questioning, and you are going to keep your mouth shut. I mean it, you won't like what I do to you if you even try to confess," he's deathly serious as he speaks to me.

I'm taken aback, I remember for the first time in a while that he's dangerous. He's always been dangerous.  Even if I don't know why.

"I can't let you take the fall for me," I say again.

"If you try anything, pretty girl, I will make them think you are insane. I will make sure they lock you in the psyche ward. Try me," he says menacingly. He's looking at me intently, "Tell me you aren't going to do anything stupid, now."

I can't believe he's threatening me like this. I have to do something, I can't let him go to jail for me. I have to try something.

"Fine, I won't turn myself in," I grit through my teeth.

"Good girl," he says absently, while I press my thighs together. Why does it always turn me on when he says that?

We are almost home now, he takes the ramp and pulls into our complex. Before we get out of the car he hands me his keys. "If you need anything Nick's number is in your phone. If you need to get out of your apartment because I know you don't like being there anymore stay at my place."

"I- I-"

Noah cuts me off, "don't, pretty girl, not here. Not like this."

I don't know how he knows I was about to tell him I loved him, but he did. And I do. I know it's too soon, but he makes me feel safe and listened to and cared for. There would be no one else for me, he is my person. He's about to go to jail for me. He threatened to have me committed if I didn't let him do this for me. I don't know how I couldn't love him.

Instead of telling him I love him, I show him. I pull him to me and I smash my lips against his. I feel tears escaping my eyes as I move my lips against his. I pour all the gratitude I feel at having him in my life into my kiss.

Noah takes our bags and holds my hand as we ride up to our floor. I lean against him in the elevator, not ready to not feel him. There's two officers waiting outside of Noah's unit, they level their guns on us for the second time in as many days. We both put our hands up reflexively.

"Noah Sebastian you are under arrest for suspicion of the murder of Jackson Truett, You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to speak to an attorney, and to have an attorney present during any questioning. If you cannot afford a lawyer, one will be provided for you at no cost to you."

I watch in horror as they cuff him, for a crime I committed. They roughly escort him to the elevator, Noah's eyes don't leave mine until the doors slide shut. I'm seconds away from hyperventilating when Nick steps off the elevator.