Corrupted (18+) (GxG)

Case File 94

Case File Name:
What Now?

♠Chapter Ninety-Four♠

"It's still missing something," Elena said, eyeing the homemade salsa she made.

I grabbed a spoon, deciding to try it for myself.

And the only thing that felt off about the salsa to me was—

"More salt," I said, reaching for the salt shaker to hand her.

And Elena didn't hesitate to add more salt to the salsa, mixing it up as Pierre entered the kitchen with bags of groceries.

The twins are still at the hospital with Marie who luckily gets discharged later tonight.

And the General Attorney is currently in a meeting with the FBI.

And to keep myself sane, I've decided to have dinner with Elena and Pierre.

While Pierre grabbed a few last-minute groceries, Elena had shown me childhood photos of Tazmin to make the day go by quickly.

Which helped in a way.

But it also made my chest tighten.

I miss her so much.

Her soft brown eyes, the way she always has to be touching me—even her familiar cologne.

And since it's looking like I'll be spending another night without her by my side, I changed into one of her t-shirts when I briefly stopped by our house.

Which was chillingly quiet.

I'm honestly kind of dragging out my time here just so I don't have to go home.

"Okay now try it," Elena said as she handed me a clean spoon.

Which I immediately took from her to try the salsa.

I nodded a few times as I processed all the different flavors, "It's perfect," I said, setting my spoon down to subtly grab a bag of tortilla chips.

"Now I need to try," Pierre determined, sliding his hand into the chip bag I grabbed to scoop some salsa onto a chip.

And as soon as he took a bite, making the most dramatically fulfilled look ever—Elena laughed, shaking her head at him as she kissed his cheek.

Which made me smile slightly as I looked between them.

I hope Tazmin and I can build what they have.

Minus the psychotic daughter.

At least if we ever hear from the Attorney General again.

I mean, what if things didn't go to plan?

What if they're arguing his points or—

"I'm going to start seasoning the ground beef for the tacos," Pierre suddenly determined as he unpacked the last grocery bag.

And instead of staying stuck in my own head, I decided to suddenly take a step forward.