Different Kind Of Love

Chapter 11.

Boa's POV

I sat in the precinct, cold, covered in blood that wasn't mine and scared out of my mind. What just happened? Why did it happen? Two people are dead and all eyes are on me. I paced back and forth in the cell as I heard feet running towards me.

"Boa," he said seeing me in the most unflattering way. "Nash. What are you doing here?" I asked as I stood as far as I could from him. "What do you mean what am I doing here? I heard what happened? I know it's not true."

"I appreciate that but I have a horde of policemen and a ballsy cop who are sold on the idea that I did it," I said being unintentionally harsh. "Your mom is out there talking to the DA and my dad called down a lawyer. We're gonna figure this out Boa. Just...don't shut me out," Nash said holding his gaze on me. Even though the evidence points towards me he still chooses to believe me. Is this what unconditional love feels like? I walked closer to him, "I won't. I promise."

"Miller, you're free to go. Be advised, whilst the investigation is on you're not to leave this city or country at any given moment. We will call you in for questioning when needed willingly or not," the cop said and from his underlying tone you could tell he was already sold on the idea that I was a murderer. But Nash's eyes never changed. He saw me. I'm sure you're wondering how I got myself into this pretty predicament. Well this is how it all began.

14 HOURS EARLIER...

I got a text from Zayvia saying it was an emergency. Her brother was having a mental episode. Confusing cause aren't you supposed to call 911 if you think your brothers gone nuts? When I got to the address she told me she'd be at I felt weird. Some serious bad mojo floating around here. When I opened the door I saw something I was never prepared to see. A bleeding Adrian on the floor. Why was he here? Zayvia was applying pressure to his wound. She was pretty banged up too. A few bruises on her face.
"No you shouldn't be here. Run!" she instructed but I heard the door being slammed shut behind me. "Welcome Mr. Miller," said that Marciel dude with a gun in his hand. When I looked around I saw the most disgusting thing. This whole room was covered in pictures of Nash, this guy was obsessed. "What the fuck are you doing bruh?" I asked but he just laughed menacingly. Shit was creepy. "You mean what are you doing? Why'd you shoot Adrian?" he said confusing the fuck out of me. "We're not about to do this. I'm gonna walk out that door and I'm gonna leave you to your sick demented fantasy."

"And these two?"

"That's your business bruh. I ain't got nothing to do with this," I said being completely honest. "Boa!" Zayvia belted from behind me. "I'm sorry. I have a life to worry about and a partner to get home to."

"Speaking of. That wedding is not happening," Marciel said with a smile. "Why?"

"Call it a hunch," he said pointing the gun at me. He moved closer and closer till it was on my chest. I don't know what made me try to grab it and we started struggling for it. Amidst our struggle the gun went off. Zayvia took a hit...to the head. She died instantly. Marciel had gloves on so he had no problem leaving the gun in my possession. He didn't even care that his sister was dead. "I owe you one," he said pulling a Houdini act and disappearing. Maybe I didn't pay attention because I was still in shock. Did I shoot someone?

Adrian died due to the loss of blood and I just stood there not knowing what the hell to do. I was brought back to reality when two cops had me on the ground yelling incoherent things. This can't be happening.

Cut to the current moment. I stood in the shower with Nash under me. "We can never catch a break can we?" he said as the water ran down his body. "The police won't believe me because it's only my prints on the gun. None belonging to Marciel. So I'm screwed. Basically."

"We'll find a way Boa."

The more I thought about it the smarter it seemed. The only one with blatant motive to kill Adrian here was me. The pictures of Nash spread out in that room would make it seem like I'm obsessed with him. The more I thought about the more I got worried I wasn't gonna be around long enough. I found myself wrapping my arms tightly around Nash as we stood under the mercy of the warm water. "Whatever happens next, we're gonna face this. Together."

"So Marciel shot Adrian and used your connection with Zayvia to lure you in?" my mother asked trying to wrap her around it. "I'm sure they were in it together but when Marciel shot Adrian I guess Zayvia didn't think it was part of whatever plan. She texted me but she didn't give me the full specs of what was going down. By the time I got there Adrian was just a pint of blood away from death and Marciel just cornered me with the gun," I paused to take a deep breath because the remaining part of the story was a bit overwhelming for me. "We got into a struggle for the gun and somehow one of our fingers pulled the trigger and we shot Zayvia right in the head. I don't even know why he didn't care that we just shot his sister but after that he used my state of shock and bolted. And now we're here," I sat there retelling my story to mom, Gabriel, Lacy and Owen who all had odd expressions.

"Are you okay though?" Lacy asked placing a hand on mine. "I'm good. Going to bed with someone's blood on you feels weird. When the bullet went through her blood had a splat effect. Got on my face and all that. But other than that I'm fine."
Gabriel stood up, "Well, we're gonna get this cleared up. In the meantime we need to know what to do about this wedding fiasco. We can't have it in the Caribbean as planned because you can't leave the country."

"We can have it here in New York. After all this is cleared we can just go there for our honeymoon," Nash said stroking my hair. "You still wanna get married to an alleged murderer?"

"I'll take my chances."

"Alright. Noriyah can I have a word?"
As we sat there the one thought that was running inside my head was Marciel. With him running around I don't think it's safe for me and most especially Nash. And if I can't find him, I might just get charged with two counts of first degree murder.   

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