THE BILLIONAIRE DRAMA (BWWM)

Chapter 16 (Part 2)

"So..." I prompted. I was at Dimitri's house. We were sipping wine on the living room sofa after we had both showered and changed out of our dirty clothes.

We had dropped off Flo at her house, explaining to her that I'd talk to her later and that I really needed some rest.

But I couldn't rest until I got some answers.

"So what?" Dimitri asked presently.

I adjusted my position on the sofa so I could face him.

"So aren't you going to explain to me why you have a gun and how the hell you can fight like that?"

He shrugged. "It's nothing, really. I spent three years, maybe four, in the military. That's all."

I almost dropped the glass. I placed it on the table in front of the sofa, then returned my attention to Dimitri.

"The military." It came out more like a statement than a question. It did make a lot of sense. "So when were you planning to tell me that?"

"It never came up," he said. "And it was so long ago I forgot all about it."

"You forgot you were in the military?" I asked, with a touch of sarcasm. "That's not something you forget."

He didn't answer.

I sighed. "Is there anything else you'd like to tell me? Please tell me now. I don't really like surprises."

He smiled. "Well..."

"What?"

"There is something else."

I gulped the remaining wine in the glass, poured some more, then took a sip.

"What is it?" I asked calmly.

"It's not really something about me. More like something I did."

Another gulp of wine.

"Tell me."

"I shot–"

"What?" I automatically jumped from the sofa, bumping into the table and causing some of the wine to spill.

"–the sheriff...but I did not kill the deputy."

I breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

I could kill him!

I sank back onto the sofa and gave him a playful slap on the arm. He was laughing so hard and I couldn't help but join in.

"I'm going to kill you one of these days, you know that?" I said. "Seriously though, you can't be playing jokes like that."

"What did I do?" He asked in mock innocence.

I rolled my eyes and took another sip of wine.

"Seriously, though, are you sure there is nothing else about you that I need to know?"

He came closer to me on the sofa, placed his glass on the table, then took both my hands in his.

His eyes met mine.

"There is nothing else about me that you need to know," he said in a half whisper.

I nodded.

His lips moved towards mine. They touched.

I closed my eyes and let the emotions take control of my body. My stomach burned, as though an actual fire had started down there.

A sudden vibration caused me to reluctantly pull away. My phone was ringing. I got up from the sofa and followed the sound to the kitchen, where I found my phone on the counter. I quickly accepted the call then brought the phone to my ear.

"Hello?"

"Vivica Monroe?" It was a female's voice.

"Who is this?"

"This is the police. We're just calling to tell you that we went over the information on the chip and made some arrests. Now all the members of that gang are either dead or behind bars. Thanks to you, an entire gang is off the streets."

I was so relieved I was lost for words. I walked back to the living room where Dimitri was. His face lit up as he saw the joy that must have been evident on my face.

"However," the person on the other end of the phone continued, "you are wanted at the station for questioning regarding the crash in St. Ann's Bay and the death of Kevin Campbell. You may go to the one in Montego Bay if you like, we'll send the investigators down there. Be there as soon as you can, okay?"

"Okay," I answered. There was a beep as the person hung up.

"What is it?" Dimitri asked.

I sat on the sofa and told him what the officer had said.

"That's good news," he said. "But how do you know it's not just another trap?"

"I don't, but the station is always bursting with people. I doubt they would ask me to go there if it wasnt for honest reasons."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. Besides, if we have any suspicions when we get there we can always turn back."

"Ok. Let's go."

He led me to the garage and opened the passenger door of the Lamborghini for me to enter. When I did, he closed it then entered through the driver's side.

He then started the car and drove out of the garage. I directed him to the station. We pulled up at the building shortly after.

We exited the car and walked up to the building, then entered. I felt a little more relaxed when I saw that inside was crowded as usual.

We walked up to a desk behind which a bulky looking man was standing, waited until he was done talking to a teenage boy, then approached him.

The man gave us a wide, friendly grin.

"How may I help you?" He asked.

"We're here regarding the St. Ann's Bay crash and Kevin Campbell's death," I told him.

"Okay, let me see..." He opened a folder and scanned the pages with his eyes. "Oh, here...okay. Can you please wait over there? An officer will be here shortly to escort you to the interrogation room." He was pointing to a corner of the room where there were a few almost completely occupied rows of seats.

There was only one empty seat available so Dimitri stood while I sat. Fortunately, though, I was barely seated when a uniformed officer called my name. I rose and we followed him across the room and down a crowded hallway. We approached a door. As he spun the knob I took a deep, calming breath.

OK. Here goes nothing...

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A/N:

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