“You can’t go around killing people who annoy you.”
“Can’t I?”
“Rex, I can’t condone the way you’re...”I don’t even know how to describe what he did—chasing down Ted and gassing him.I give up trying and rub my mouth.“I’m already on the wrong side of the law.”
“The world isn’t so black and white.”
“You don’t live in the gray.You’ve embraced the darkness.”I wait for him to argue, but he doesn’t.He can’t.“I’ve spent my whole life trying to uphold justice?—”
“There is no justice.The concept you have, it’s a fantasy.A fairytale.And you’re not a child anymore.”
I glare up at him, but he doesn’t back down.“Justice may be blind, but wealth and power tip the scales.They always have.”
“I guess you would know.”There’s no one more wealthy and powerful than Rex.
“I do know.Because I use mine to tip it back.”
I shake my head.“I don’t want to fight.”I’m exhausted.I’m still piecing together everything that happened tonight.
“Tell me what you need.”He uses his dom voice, and I relax immediately.It’s heady, having such a powerful man willing to bend the world to my wishes.
“I need your help, Rex.”I lean against him, and he tucks me close.“I need you on my side.”
“Always.”He murmurs into my hair.“I will always be on your side.”
“Don’t...don’t kill anyone.”
“I won’t.But if the choice is between protecting you or upholding some limited law, I’ll always choose you.”
The policeprecinct roof is perfect for smoking, but few people know this, and Detective Bonds would like to keep it that way.
It’s been a long weekend.He’s spent every waking hour on the case.
Up here, it’s peaceful for this desperate, dreary hour.He should go home and try to get some sleep.
But first, a smoke.
A shadow separates from the wall by the door and coalesces into a giant shape.
A flicker of movement out of the corner of his eyes makes Bonds turn.The figure looms over him, and he recoils.
“What the fuck?”He reaches for his gun, but it’s not there.He didn’t think he’d need it on his smoke break.
“It’s me.”The figure’s deep voice sounds modulated somehow.
“Yeah, I got that,” Bonds scowls and takes a drag on his cigarette to calm his racing heart.
The first time he got a visit from the warrior-like figure, he was on his balcony at home, having a smoke.He still doesn’t understand how such a big guy can move so silently.
“This is a secure building,” he adds, tapping ash onto the roof.
“Obviously.”
The stranger’s dry tone makes Bonds chuckle despite himself.He resents being surprised like this, especially by a freak dressed up like an action figure in body armor, but the dude does have his charm.
Bonds angles his head, squinting, but darkness shrouds the figure, like all the times before.The shadows embrace his form like the night wants to keep the figure’s secrets all to itself.
“What do you want?”
