The Law of Motion (Law Series) (22 page)

             
"
I know," Cam interrupted, holding up his hand to stop him. "but if they think someone else holds the key to the money, then she may be willing to negotiate quicker."

             
"Or she may get pissed off and hurt those boys!" Adrian countered, trying really hard to maintain his fear and his temper.

             
I winced, but turned his face to mine. "Hey, I can answer if she freaks out," I encouraged, shrugging one shoulder, "or we can both talk to her."

             
"I can't fuck this up," Adrian whispered, but it was heard loud and clear around the table. He shook his head, running a hand through his still damp hair.

             
"We won't let you," Cam stated with a shake of his head. "Adrian, this is what I do. Please just trust me on this. If I think we're about to lose her on the phone, we'll let Alyssa take the call back over, but I honestly think because she's not truly upset with you in general, she'd be calmer talking to you."

             
My boyfriend nodded nervously in acquiescence, but said nothing more on the subject.

             
“I guess it’s back to waiting.” Doc sighed.

             
Tink piped up after sending the fax to the Pentagon as Hunter suggested. “What did you bring us Chance?”

             
I had completely forgotten about the case until she mentioned it. “Oh, let me bring it in.” I started to get up.

             
Dario and Macon got up before I could. “We got it.” They offered going out of the room quickly and just as curious.

             
“What do you got in this thing
Giselle
?” Dario grunted, sitting the footlocker in the middle of the conference room table.

             
I climbed on the table sitting Indian style opening the trunk. “You know me, always preparing for war. It’s some things that I left at the house just incase there was ever a need for them.” I pulled out the case on top opening it. Doc leaned in and Jackson winced feeling the memory of the Beretta.

             
“The Sleeper.” Tink grinned picking it up and playing with it. “Is it loaded?”

             
Jackson grabbed it from her carefully and put it back in the case. “Accidental fire isn’t the best way to find that out, Sugar.”

             
I couldn’t help but laugh as she frowned, “Sorry.”

             
“It’s not loaded.” I assured locking the case again.

             
Doc decided to explain to Liam, Victor, Hunter, Jeff, Dario, and Danny exactly what ‘The Sleeper’ was. “The modified ammo acts as a general anesthetic putting you to sleep for a few hours followed by a regional causing temporary paralysis. I designed the micro tranquilizers myself, with Tink’s help of course.

             
Liam was impressed. “Interesting. Does it work?”

             
I admitted, “I’ve only used it twice, so far I’m two and two.”

             
“It works Pop.” Jackson nodded. “I was a subject.”             

             
They all looked at me confused by Bravo’s laughter, and I just shrugged. “Long story. Next, case.” I revealed opening up the case with six vials.

             
“I thought you destroyed those?” Kristen frowned sliding it over to Doc.

             
Doc explained again. “It’s a truth serum that I was working on, but I can’t get the side effects right.”

             
“Truth serum?” Hunter asked with a raised eyebrow. “Now I get it Babes, she’s a freaking genius too.”

             
“Told you.” I agreed. Ignoring the fact that Adrian tensed beside me as I reached for the next case. “As soon as we get our hands on one of those assholes were testing it.”

             
I opened it, forty-eight small chips, resembling a half dollar without the engravings perfectly sorted into six rows of eight. “Ah, ha. These are
my
design.” Tink grinned.

             
“What are those Tiny Tink?” Macon asked picking one up, turning it over and putting it back “You starting the new currency for after you take over the world?”

             
“Nope, nope, nope.” She sniffed picking one up, a glint of mischief in her eyes. “I’ll show you.”

             
Doc cautioned, “Tink….”

             
“No, I want to show the
m
they’re safe.” She promised out of the conference room and into the lobby.

             
“Tink not on the marble.” Kristen half scoffed and half begged, following behind her.

             
I slid off the table motioning for Hunter and Adrian to follow them all out. “You’ll want to see them.” Hunter followed out but Adrian didn’t until he had his arm wrapped around my waist.              

             
“We should least do this outside.” Doc cautioned.

             
Tink snorted, her tiny frame pushing everyone back into a safe place. “Yeah, good luck explaining that one to every other building in the plaza.”

             
I grabbed the protective glasses from the footlocker, “Wait Tink.” I sprinted back out with the small box. “I only have four.” I frowned handing Liam and the others the darkly tinted glasses. Hunter got a pair as well as Macon and Victor. “Everyone else look away until after the pops.”

             
“Ready?” Tink prepped before clicking the disk and throwing it into the middle of the lobby. “Here it comes.”

             
I turned my head into Adrian’s chest just in time for the first flash. I didn’t need to look to remember the three bright flashes accompanied by pops, that sounded like fireworks being set off. The sparks that went along with it, not to mention the large amount of smoke that would soon be filling the lobby. 

             
“Holy Hell Margaux,” Jackson coughed as the smoke filled the room.

             
Liam let out a pleased laugh seeing the entire effects. “That is something else. You managed to get all of that into something that small.”

             
“That’s something.” Victor agreed taking off his shades and turning on the ceiling fans.

             
“I call them ‘flash disks’.” She continued. “I made them years ago when I first joined Gravity, but I had been mapping them out for months before that. I wanted to build weapons for a while.” She shrugged as if it were no big deal. “But Neil Industries wouldn’t hire me. My criminal history somehow makes me unfit, I wasn’t even proven guilty.” She frowned at the memory of rejection.

             
“Well I got you,” I laughed looking up at Adrian, who was still gripping me rather tightly. “What did you think baby?”

             
His eyes were watery, and dazed. “I think, I looked at the flash. I can’t see anything.”

             
“Oh dear.” Doc sighed walking into the bathroom. “I’ll get him a cloth.”

             
“Come on, honey.” I nodded, guiding him toward my office, turning off all of the lights. I did the same when I wanted to know the effects of them. “It’s ok, it won’t last too long.” I promised sitting him in the chair so that he wouldn’t fall anywhere.

             
Doc knocked on the door with the wet cloth. “Give him a few minutes.” She assured.

             
I closed the door sealing out as much light as I could before putting the cloth over his eyes. “Baby try opening your eyes if you can, I know it stings.” I pacified leaning over him.

             
“I’m sorry baby,” He sighed tilting his head back so that the cloth would stay on.

             
I laughed at him. “It’s not your fault, I should have warned you there were three.”

             
“No, not about going blin
d
though that’s my fault to
o
but the things I said to make you leave.” He continued.

             
I realized that this was the first time we had been alone together since the fight, and this was going to be the talk to assure that we weren’t just ok for the sake of getting Juan back, but that we would be the same way alone again. “Don’t be, you and I are such dominant forces separately, its hard to back down when we’re together. We can both be tenacious.”

             
“But I shouldn’t have used the things to hurt you in an argument.” He continued bringing his head up in my direction, the cloth slipping off.

             
I straddled him in the chair using both hands to keep it on. “It’s ok, I’m no picnic, I know that.”

             
He kept his head straight in my direction. “You...you're fucking everything to me. You know that, right? I love you more than my own life. Tell me you fucking know that!"

             
"I know," I whispered, nodding against him. "I knew it even when you were mad at me."

             
"I was never mad at you, baby," He vowed, kissing my lips and practically panting. "I love you."

             
I pulled the rag away, and he blinked a few times. “Can you see?” I asked as his eyes locked on to mine.

             
He nodded. “Yeah.”

             
What started out as soothing, comforting kisses, suddenly turned into something completely different. It was anger and hurt; it was desperate and needy. It was time and tongues, gasps and whimpers as my mouth welcomed his with a moan I couldn't stop. I turned his head slightly, claiming him, plundering his mouth with my tongue, using lips and teeth along his bottom lip. His hands wandered over my legs and ass as I straddled him. We kissed. We kissed until I thought I'd go mad with the want for him. I kissed him because he always made everything okay.

             
He broke our kiss to declare one more thing,  "I know you love me, too.”

             
Mindful of his injury I let my hands roam carefully into his hair, kissing him again, his hands playing with the front of button on my jeans.

             
Just as he undid it an urgent voice snapped us out of our sexual trance. "Adrian! Chance!" Pops called from somewhere outside of my office door. "Front and center!"

             
I groaned, rolling my eyes in the darkness. "He did that shit when you were a kid, didn't he?"

             
"Not like that," He stated, as I pulled myself off of him. "Something's up..."

             
My thought instantly went to Juan and I leapt out of the door, Liam in the hall to meet me. "You've got an email, sweetheart," he said carefully, glancing up at me, putting a hand on my shoulder.

             
"Shit," I hissed, running a hand through my hair.

             
"What'd she say?" Adrian asked coming out behind me.

             
Liam grimaced, shaking his head slowly. "They’ve finally given their demands, son. And this...this shit won't be easy."

            
 
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"I was wrong," Cam stated angrily when we rushed into the conference room. "I totally expected a phone call, but she emailed Gravity's office account," he huffed, typing furiously on the computer.

             
Tink was right beside him, working just as hard, and from what I could tell, she was tracking the origin of the email, whereas he was researching what looked like a bus or train station.

             
I looked around the room, and though no one was saying anything, the room was slowly filling with people. Dario, Victor, and Macon took seats around the conference table. A bleary eyed Jackson was standing next to Doc, both stirring cups of coffee. Kristen leaned against the wall in the back of the room.

             
"Cam, please!" Doc begged barely above. "Give us the email..."

             
"Here," Liam said softly, pulling a page from the printer. He looked to Adrian, his gaze fierce, pointing to the paper. "I want you in the air for this with Ross."

             
That being said, I was nervous when he sat in a chair, tugging me into his lap so that we could read the email together. I read it aloud to everyone.

Oh Alyssa,

              I know that being the spoiled rich bitch that you are, the fifty thousand I'm asking for isn't much, so I've decided I need something else. You. I think it's high time that we saw each other, because there's so much I'd like to say to you.