Creed: Eyewitness, page 15
As she spoke, she was obviously studying their reactions.
“Fuck!” Victor shouted.
Suddenly, all of the brothers simultaneously looked over at Lincoln.
“What?! I didn’t do it. That asshole had damn near the entire police department guarding his room. How the hell would I get to him?”
Victor shook his head. Although he knew that his brother had nothing to do with Collier’s murder, he knew that Lincoln could’ve totally gotten to him if he wanted. He all but admitted that he could. But the truth was, Lincoln would’ve claimed his work. Nonetheless, Victor couldn’t even begin to hide his disappointment. Getting answers would be harder than he anticipated.
“Detective, it wasn’t us trust me,” Victor assured.
“Shit!” Bella swore. “Now we’ll never find out who the fuck this she is.”
“We will,” Victor promised with conviction.
He nodded at Gregor, who was waiting patiently across the hall. Together, they walked back to Taylor’s room. As he opened the door, he thought about Taylor. He wondered if she were physically able, would his woman be capable of slicing a man’s throat.
He concluded. Without a doubt.
Taylor
Taylor rested against the pillow as Maria went on and on about Michael’s pathetic attempts to reconcile. Supposedly, he’d learned the error of his ways. But according to Maria, it was a done deal. When Maria was unconscious, Taylor witnessed Michael’s remorsefulness first hand. Maybe he was just a damn good actor, but Taylor didn’t think so. His pain seemed sincere.
Maria took a paper towel and wiped the sweat from her forehead. She stared in the mirror for a bit before returning to her wheelchair and rolling her way over to Taylor’s bedside.
“Maria, correct me if I’m wrong… You’re a devout Catholic, are you not?”
“Um-hm,” she responded with narrowed eyes.
“And… being a devout Catholic, divorce is out of the question. Is it not?”
“Yeah, counselor. What’s your point?”
“My point is… you’re stuck with that motherfucka. So you may as well make it work.”
“Thank you, Dr. Phil,” Maria grumbled. “How about you let-”
Just as Maria was about to read Taylor, Victor entered the room with his four drool-worthy brothers in tow. Taylor’s own breath hitched by their presence. She instinctively ran her fingers through her wild hair; a reaction to being in a room with so many beautiful men. She smiled shyly when Victor’s eyes went narrow.
“Oh… my… fucking… God,” Taylor could hear Maria mumble under her breath. Taylor smiled and waggled her brows at her friend. Victor chuckled softly and introduced Maria to his brothers. Taylor laughed on the inside as Maria tripped over her words, stuttering a greeting.
“Taylor, these are my brothers,” Victor said with a wave toward the group of tall, handsome men. “They just wanted to come by and say hello. This is Lucas, Lincoln, Alexander, and the puny one is Jaysen.”
“Puny?” Jaysen protested.
Taylor giggled. Surely, Victor was making a funny. There was nothing puny about Jaysen. He had to be at least 6’7”.
“It’s nice to meet you all,” Taylor greeted with enthusiasm.
What started out as a “quick visit,” had gone into well over an hour. Taylor loved the witty banter between the brothers. They were having such a good time that Taylor forgot that she was in a hospital. And since Alexander had positioned himself behind Maria’s wheelchair, and they seemed to be sharing private jokes, Maria appeared to be enjoying the visit as well.
After a while, the nurse had come in and threatened to throw everyone out, but Victor had turned his steely gaze on the poor woman, causing her to cower and back out of the room. Taylor felt sorry for the woman. She looked over at Victor and mouthed, “Bully.” Victor only shrugged and rejoined the boisterous conversation. They laughed loudly as Lincoln regaled them with childhood stories.
The door flew open and in walked Tabitha Creed. The room became instantly silent. She folded her arms and frowned at the group.
Taylor cleared her throat, breaking the silence. “Dr. Creed, this is my friend and partner, Maria Mendez.”
“Hello, Maria. How are you feeling?”
“I’m doing pretty good, Dr. Creed. It’s nice to meet you.”
Dr. Creed smiled, but her smile disappeared when she turned to her sons. “These women are here to recover. You need to go and find somewhere else to play.”
Taylor noticed that the steely look that Victor gave the nurse hadn’t made an appearance with Tabitha Creed. As a matter of fact, none of the brothers said a word.
“Out,” Tabitha ordered, waving at the door.
The men filed out quietly. Taylor could see Victor’s reluctance to leave. He hovered over her bed quietly, hoping that his mother hadn’t meant to include him in the eviction. Taylor was amused. She had never seen anyone handle Victor.
Tabitha studied Victor a few seconds before turning to Maria. She walked over to the wheelchair, saying, “Darling, I’m going to take you back to your room. If you’re going to get stronger, you’ll need your rest.”
“Yes ma’am,” Maria said in a small voice. At that moment, Taylor could picture Maria as a little girl.
Tabitha gripped the handles and rolled Maria toward the door.
“I’ll see you later, Maria,” Taylor called out.
Maria waved, responding with, “Later.”
Once they were alone, Taylor looked up at Victor and laughed.
“What are you laughing at?”
“You,” Taylor giggled. “You and your brothers. You’re all ‘me Tarzan, you Jane’ until your mommy walks in.”
Taylor was laughing uncontrollably, despite the pain in her chest.
“Ha ha. Are you done yet?” Victor grumbled.
“No. You guys are all giants; mountains of testosterone and that little woman came in here a shut it down,” Taylor chuckled.
“Trust me; she’s a lot taller than she appears,” Victor retorted with a grand smile.
“Yeah. I can see that. She’s a force.”
“That she is,” he affirmed.
CHAPTER 30
TAYLOR
Two months later…
Taylor raised her face toward the warmth of the sun. It was unseasonably warm for autumn. She and Victor were strolling through the exquisite gardens of the Executive Mansion. She’d been in Springfield since she was released from the hospital. Victor had insisted that she recover in the Governor’s Mansion, claiming that the abundance of staff could provide Taylor with whatever help she needed. But Taylor knew that, for Victor, it was all about safety. The Executive Mansion had security everywhere.
“Are you looking forward to going back to the city tonight?” Victor asked.
“Yeah. But I’m not looking forward to court tomorrow,” Taylor admitted.
Taylor was no longer in pain, and her strength and energy had returned. She was feeling more and more like her old self. It was time to go home.
Victor tugged her hand and pulled her against his side. Draping an arm over her shoulder, he held her tight and kissed the top of her head.
“I have a surprise for you,” he muttered against her hair.
“Really? What is it?”
“A surprise,” he reiterated. “Come with me.”
He led her to a pathway that led to the back of the property. Taylor was apprehensive. She didn’t like surprises, but she kept that to herself.
Behind the estate was a garage the size of a small home. Victor opened the door and led her inside. It was so dark that Taylor couldn’t see her hand in front of her face. She stayed as close to Victor as possible, until he flipped the switch, activating the lights. His beautiful smile came into focus. Victor’s extreme good looks often made Taylor’s heart race.
“Victor, you’re so beautiful,” she gushed, caressing his jaw.
“You think so?” he asked with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
“I’ll bet that I’m not as beautiful as this,” he said, grabbing her shoulders and turning her toward her surprise. Taylor gasped. Her hand flew to her mouth, and her heart skipped a beat. Just before her was a brand new Ducati Monster 1200R. It was jet black and chromed from throttle to clutch. She took tentative steps toward the beautiful motorcycle and placed a gentle hand on the seat.
“Oh… my… God! Victor, this is amazing!”
“You know that I both love and hate seeing you on a motorcycle, but I know how much you love to ride. Just promise me you’ll be careful.”
Taylor turned and flew into Victor’s arms, giving him a gigantic bear hug.
“I promise. I’ll be careful. I promise. Thank you so much, baby. I love it. I love you,” she rambled.
Victor laughed and leaned into her.
“I love you too, sweetness,” he said before covering her lips with his own.
The kiss started out sweet and tender, but it developed into something more urgent; more passionate. Taylor purred against his lips and gripped his muscular back. She found herself rubbing against him like a cat in heat. Since she was recovering from a gunshot wound, it had been months since they’d made love, and Taylor was in the worst kind of need. Without ending the kiss, Victor slowly walked her backward to the hood of a limousine.
“Can you do this?” he asked against her lips.
“Yes,” she breathed. “I need you, Victor.”
“You’re sure?”
“Yes. I’m sure.”
Victor took his time ridding her of her clothing. Taylor stood naked before him, feeling not in the least bit vulnerable. Even as Victor stood, fully dressed, Taylor understood that she was safe with him. She could see the appreciation in his expression as he perused her nude form. He ran a gentle finger over the scar left by a madman’s bullet.
“I’ll never let anything happen to you again,” he promised. “I would, with no hesitation, die for you, Taylor.”
“Nobody’s dying, Victor. Now, baby, please…I need you,” Taylor implored.
Victor smiled and started peeling away his own clothing. Taylor couldn’t look away as he revealed muscle after solid muscle. As he stood naked in front of her, Taylor marveled at his extreme masculinity. His beauty equivalent to the Statue of David, but with a bigger dick.
Victor closed in on Taylor, pushing his fingers through her hair and pressing his lips to hers. Taylor’s arms snaked around his neck, but he quickly removed them, placing them behind her, palms down on the hood of the limo.
“Keep them there,” he ordered, planting sensual kisses to her face, neck, and then the scar on her chest. Taylor’s head dropped backward. Her breathing became shallow as Victor made his way to her erected nipple. He licked a slow circle around the tight pebble, before drawing it into his mouth. Taylor drew in a sharp breath. She could feel moisture instantly pooling in her core. Victor continued to lick and flick at her hardened nipples, sending torturous and intense jolts of pleasure to the bundle of nerves. Taylor’s moans echoed throughout the garage. She squirmed against the limo as she struggled to keep her palms on the hood. Victor rotated between nipples, providing the same torturous teasing to each. He prompted her legs apart and rubbed tantalizing circles into her hot, swollen sex.
“Victor,” she breathed.
“Victor, what?” he dared. “Do you want me to fuck you? Or do you want me to eat this sweet pussy?”
“Fuck me, baby. Please fuck me,” she pleaded.
“Yeah, okay, sweetness.”
But Victor wasn’t in the spirit of compliance. He dropped to his knees and captured Taylor’s throbbing, swollen clit between his lips. He moaned pleasurably at the first taste of her in months and began to feverishly lick her begging pussy.
“Fuuuuck!” Taylor shouted without shame. “Ooooh…. fuck!”
Victor worked her over with his mouth until her legs began to tremble. Just as they were about to give out, he pushed her back against the hood of the limo and spread her trembling legs apart. He stroked his swollen dick, preparing to enter. And even though Taylor was just as caught up in the moment as he, she held out her hand and halted his entry.
“We don’t have protection,” she warned.
“I know,” he grunted as he entered her warm center.
Taylor groaned from the sheer pleasure of his wet, raw dick inside of her.
“Victor, I could get pregnant.”
“I’m counting on it,” he grumbled, pushing deep inside.
“Victor!” Taylor gasped. “Oh shit, Victor!”
“You’re mine, sweetness. I’m putting my baby in here,” Victor informed as he pounded her insides. “My son,” he grunted as he fucked her with aggression.
Beads of sweat accumulated on his forehead.
“Yesss!” Taylor screamed as he fucked her recklessly. “Ugh! Yes!”
Taylor rose to the absolute highest of heights, but then she fell… hard. An explosive orgasm ripped through her and tore her to shreds. She collapsed against the automobile, clutching Victor’s shoulders, and gasping for air. Victor was riding her roughly, reaching his peak. He propelled into her one last time, before expelling his seed.
“Oh… my… G…” she choked as his hot cum pulsed inside of her. Victor struggled to catch his breath and collapsed on top of her. He rose to his elbows and looked her deeply in the eye.
“I love you,” he panted against her temple.
CHAPTER 31
CREED
Fifteen minutes into the ride from Victor’s penthouse, Taylor hadn’t spoken a word. Victor could tell by her demeanor that she didn’t want him to accompany her to court, but Taylor’s attitude was of no concern to Victor. He had made a promise with his life that he wouldn’t allow anything else to happen to her. It was a promise that he intended to make good on. If he lost Taylor, he would lose everything that was good in his life.
They were on their way to the Cook County courthouse for Gore’s preliminary hearing. A judge would determine if there was enough evidence to charge the officer with murder. Taylor and Maria were the prosecution’s star witnesses.
Victor knew all too well that she was not looking forward to testifying against her peer. But admirably, Taylor decided to tell the truth, regardless of the damage that being honest would do to her relationships with other cops. She was putting her own moral code before the silent code that most officers shared. Most cops would’ve just backed up their fellow officer, but Taylor and Maria were remarkably strong and honorable women. And whatever happened, Victor intended to have their backs. Still, he could tell that Taylor didn’t want him there. And if she didn’t want him present, she was going to be downright pissed by his brothers’ presence.
Taylor instructed the driver to pull across the street from the courthouse to an employee parking lot.
“No, sweetness. You forget, I’m the governor. We park in front.”
“Fine,” Taylor huffed in an exasperated tone.
Victor closed in on her and enclosed her face in his hands. He looked into her beautiful brown eyes and assured her that everything would work out okay.
Taylor gave him a weak smile, before dropping her head. “I’m okay, babe, really. I’ve testified in court thousands of times. I got this. Trust me.”
“I do trust you, sweetness. But just in case, I’ll be sitting right in the back of the courtroom.”
“Victor, I don’t need a babysitter,” Taylor grumbled as she climbed out of the SUV.
Victor climbed out after her. “Yes, you do. Let’s go,” he mused, giving her ass a little swat.
He grabbed her hand and raised it to his lips. “Stop fuss’n,” he said, imitating her father, forcing a giggle from Taylor.
As they climbed the court steps, reporters began to swarm, but Victor’s security detail blocked their paths. When they entered the courthouse, Taylor flashed her badge and detoured around the metal detector. Victor waited as his security team flashed badges of their own. Once through security, they headed to the correct courtroom.
“Victor, I can take it from here,” Taylor told him, pulling her hand from his.
Victor looked down at their severed connection and then to Taylor. After all the time they’d spent together, Victor couldn’t believe that Taylor was still uncomfortable being his woman.
“Okay, sweetness. You go on in. I’ll hang back.”
Taylor raised to her toes to kiss him, and Victor could see instant relief wash over her. As she entered the courtroom without him, he wasn’t hurt or offended. Victor realized that Taylor valued her independence and wanted all, if any, advancements to be achieved by her own merit. But, sadly, Taylor hadn’t realized that that ship had sailed. She would always be linked to him, and for that, Victor felt a tad bit guilty.
TAYLOR
Taylor entered the courtroom and walked down what felt like a mile-long aisle; one side filled with cops, and the other, angry citizens. Neither side seemed to have much love for Taylor. She looked back, regretting her decision to not allow Victor to walk in with her. He stood tall and confident in the back of the courtroom, flanked by his brothers. His encouraging smile boosted her own confidence. Taylor smiled in return and continued down the aisle. She took a seat next to Maria, ignoring loud whispers about her relationship with Victor, her shooting an unarmed man, and her being a rat.
“Ugh,” Taylor groaned.
“Yep,” Maria said with a nod. “This is where we are.”
Before Taylor could respond, Candace Wallace took the seat next to Taylor.
“Damn. Isn’t this some shit?” Candace mumbled.
Taylor hadn’t seen Candace since she warned them that Gore was stripped of all of his police powers, charged with murder, and out for blood.
“I know right?” Taylor huffed.
“Tell me something, Tay. If you could go back in time, would you change your statement?”
“Nope,” Taylor responded, without hesitation.
