Sorry about the wait. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter!Emery's POV
I woke up to something stabbing me in the neck. I cracked my eyes open only to shut the close again to block out the blazing sun shining through the leaves and tree branches. I swiped at whatever was causing my discomfort, which from the feel of it was a twig. The singing bird's reminded me that I-We were outside. I opened my eyes again, squinting this time, taking in the view of the bright blue sky and turning autumn leaves. I rubbed my eyes, hoping that would make me want to get a move on, but I was so comfortable and warm in my position. Roman snuggled up to my neck, his breath steady, and his arm wrapped around my torso. Besides the two blankets, the one we were lying on and the one covering us, we were wholly naked out here.
So much for the tent.
I looked over at Roman, who was lightly snoring. He didn't look so mean when he was sleeping. His brows weren't furrowed like they usually were, and his mouth was partially open, not in its usual frown. I'm going to miss this. I wanted this. God, I wanted this! But just because I want it doesn't mean it's good for me. I had to think long term. First, I needed to get dressed. I didn't want someone stumbling upon our naked bodies.
I wiggled to free myself from Roman's hold. His arms tightened around my body as it usually did when I tried to move from him while he was sleeping. He pulled me on my side, the sudden gesture produced a strangled squeak from me and nuzzled his face in between my breast with his arms wrapped around my back.
"Roman," I groaned. My hand rested on his head. When he didn't stir, I tried again a little louder this time. "Roman."
"Hmm," he grunted with a stir before drifting off to sleep again. I used my hand that was resting on his head to pat him, hoping that would wake him.
"Roman, get up!" I pinched at his arms, finally breaking free.
"Damn it, Em. Can't you just let me sleep? I was comfortable," he grunted, pulling the covers over his head.
"No, I can't because we are naked, and I don't want to get caught by anyone who decides to take a hike or go for a run and catch a show. Get your ass up."
"Fine. On one condition,"
"And that is?"
"Go for a swim with me."
"No. I'm sure the lake is freezing, and I don't like being cold."
He threw the covers off of both of us. He stood in all his naked glory and pulled me to my feet, dragging me behind despite my protest. The grass tickled my ankles on our way to the dock. "We jump in together. I promise you'll love it." We stood at the edge. "One the count of three. One...Two...Three..."
At the last minute, I pull my hand from his and pushed him in. The splash of cold water hit my feet, causing a shiver to travel through my body. I wrapped my arms around myself and took a look around to make sure no one was nearby to see me. I slowly came to realize that Roman hasn't resurfaced yet.
"Roman! Roman!" I shouted. No answer. "Stop playing around." Still no answer. What if I killed him. "Shit!"
I dived into the water, the freezing water covering my fully exposed body. My head popped up for air before I went back under the water. It was too dark for me to see under the water. I tried feeling around for him, but I couldn't find him. Panic began to set in as I broke through the surface for some air, panting. A pair of arms wrapped around my waist.
"Looking for me," he whispered in my ear. I turned, swinging my fist at his face that he caught.
"Why the hell would you do that to me! I thought I killed you! "
"Awe. You care about me,"
I was so angry at him for joking like that. I thought I'd actually lost him. I pushed him. "Next time, I'm letting you drown."
"You don't mean that."
"I don't. But only because I'm going to be the one drowning you." I pushed him hard enough to make him fall back into the water. I wanted to kick his ass for scaring me like that. I left him in the water, rushing to get some of my clothes from the bag I packed for this trip. I was fully dressed by the time he emerged from the lake. His naked body was dripping with water that all trailed south. It took everything not to stare, especially since I was still angry with him. I wasn't going to stroke his ego right now. He pulled on a pair of shorts he had lying on the stump.
"I'm sorry. I was just joking," he scoffed like it was no big deal.
"You fucking scared the hell out of me, you fucking asshole!"
"Okay. I shouldn't have done that. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you like that." He pulled me into him, wrapping his arms around my waist. After swimming in that cold lake, his body heat was welcomed. "How about I make it up to by making you some breakfast?"
"Breakfast? Out here?"
"Yes. Boyscouts, remember?" He kissed my temple.
"It better be the best breakfast I've ever had."
After we cooked and ate foil packed omelets we made, we were sitting on the tree stump, Roman's laptop on his lap. He stared at the play symbol, his finger hovered over the space bar. I sensed his hesitation and understood why. This could answer so many questions for him and his family, or it could reveal absolutely nothing. I doubt it was the latter because Nathan wouldn't have felt the need to hide it if something was there for Roman to find in the first place.
I placed a had on his forearm. "Are you sure about this?"
"Yeah. I'm sure." With that, he pressed play. The video footage showed an older, balding white guy wearing a suit. It was so dark out that we wouldn't have been able to make out the man's face if not for the street light across the street.
"Deputy Director Owens and Special Agent Spencer? To what do I owe this pleasure?"
"We-uh- we thought we were meeting Demetrius."
"Well, he sent me instead. Are you trying to blow my cover?" he gritted between his teeth.
"We were trying to gather more intel so we can pull you out of there, Agent," he spoke sternly. "Don't forget who you are speaking to."
"Yes, Deputy Director. Can I ask you one question? Why not just send other agents? Why is the Deputy Director in this type of drug-filled neighborhood at night? Why risk losing the big fish over this small one? We're trying to get the supplier."
"We needed more than what you're giving us."
"I need to make a call to my handler to confirm."
"You don't need to-"
What we saw next was horrendous. The camera scrambled as gunshots could be heard through the speakers. Nathan was running for his life as the Assistant Deputy Director of the FBI, and a fellow agent shot at him because Nathan apparently walked into a dirty exchange. For about twenty minutes, there was nothing. No talking. No video. We just heard him lightly breathing.
"Fuck! We lost him!"
"You lost him! Don't not for one minute think that I won't hand your ass up to save my own, Special Agent Spencer."
"You are the one who wanted to get involved with Demetrius. You got greedy!"
"Watch who you're talking to! I'm only going to say this once. Fix this!" He gritted.
Ten more minutes, the camera began to shift. He positioned the camera to his face as he walked between houses; his breathing was heavy from speed walking.
"I am Special Agent Nathan of the FBI. I am currently undercover on a case. The person I am investigating sent me to intimidate some people who were trying to squeeze money out of him. When I arrived at the location, Deputy Director Owens and Special Agent Spencer were there. When I questioned them and attempted to contact my handler, they pulled their guns and tried to shoot me." He looked around before looking back into the camera. "I have to contact my handler and get pulled out without alerting the suspect to who I am. He'd kill me without a second thought. If I run, I'm positive that Owens and Spencer have no problem going after my family. I can't let that happen. I have to do this right. If anything happens to me before I can, I just want- I just want my family to know I love them and Roman when you find this, you'll know what to do with it. Trust no one."
The video cuts off. I was shaking from seeing Nathan last words hours before he died. Tears streamed down my face, my heart filled with probably half the fear Nathan was feeling at being shot at by one of your own, a fellow agent. My mouth was hanging open, trying to find my breathing again, trying to make sense of this.
I looked at Roman, whose fists were balled so tight that they were turning white, his eyes filled with tears. His jaw ticked, but that was the only movement that he made besides the vein in this forehead throbbed. He was angry. I have never seen him so angry before.
"We have to leave now." He got up without another word and began packing the car with our things. The ride home was silent. And fast. I hated that he didn't want to talk to me about what we just saw on that video. I was still freaked out about it. When the car came to a screeching halt, I realized we had made it home. I stared at him and waited for him to say something, anything. He didn't budge, that is until I reached for the door handle.
"Wait! Wait." He exhaled deeply. "I have to tell you something, and you may hate me, but-"
I jumped out of my skin, squealing. I searched towards the sound that came from the direction of the hood of the car. There stood Ryan with his arms folded over his chest. And here I thought Roman's anger was high voltage. Ryan was a whole thunderstorm. Ryan. Was. Pissed.