Dripping Roses

8

Chapter 8

The next morning I got up in a hazy mood. I hated what I was doing to Scar but it couldn't be helped. This was my job. This is what I am good at. I have always been good at it. This crush I had for Scar will dwindle once she is put behind bars where she belong. I tried convincing myself the entire night that this is the right thing to do. After Scar left, I had a cold shower and I went to bed in hopes of getting some sleep. Yet I got not even two hours rest.

I sighed loudly and plopped out of bed. I went into the shower and came back out. I dressed in a black pencil skirt and a white blouse, with a jacket over it. I then proceeded to make my self a cup of coffee and indulge in a granola bar. I sat at my island and thought about the possibilities of what can happen today.

I've always been dedicated to the job. For a very long time, its been all I've ever had. I've always had doubts on my abilities to maintain a family and taking into consideration my failures at the subject, it's safe to say that the job is all I have.

I never joined the justice system for money, cause the pay was s**t, really. Never went to law school with my goals to be twelve chrome Ferrari's nor beach houses in Portugal, no. I wanted justice. I wanted to fight for the people, for the families, for the one's who couldn't speak for themselves. I'd be lying if I didn't say that it was personal.

That's why I chose prosecution, even though I worked for the FBI, I did have a JD and a senior position in the DA's office. However, paperwork got tiring and I took it to the field sometimes.

As a child, I was trained in languages, multiple forms of martial arts, archery, offensive driving, shooting and manipulation. Being a stone cold b***h on the other hand, was all me.

I sighed, picking up my briefcase.

I didn't do a good job and the truth is, I failed myself. I fell for the target, I had an emotional attachment to the target, I cared for the damn target and that could cost me my life. Damn it, Scar.

I was late. I was extremely late and that is not me. Never in my life have I been late to anything. Again, Scar Kenneth managed to ruin my perfect demeanor. I sped down the highway at maybe two mph faster than the speed limit. I was so bad ass right now. This was not acceptable for a FBI agent. When I finally arrived at the precinct, I elegantly speed walked to his office.

I sat at his table and frowned. "Speak!" I scowled.

"You're late!" He said pointedly.

"Yeah, well sorry if I almost died last night and didn't go to bed till three this morning." I scowled.

"You didn't die, so next time be early. Now down to business. Jose Martinez is trying to run a drug trade within Scar's territory. We tried gaining any information we can about it but we came up short." He explained.

"So what does that have to do with the capture of Scar?" I asked.

"I was coming to that. You see, Scar has been loosing a lot of men. So when she does find out, she will also go with her gang to wipe out Martinez's gang. That is when we will strike." He smiled proudly. I instantly got a bad feeling about this but it was a good idea.

"When is the bust?"

"It is the beginning of August."

"So the next two months." I said.

He nod and I sighed.

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Throughout the day I kept thinking about what is the possibilities of the drug bust going wrong. I tried everything to get rid of those thoughts but it still swarmed in my head. I hated to do this. In ten years, this was the most amount of guilt I ever felt. I hated that feeling. I hate how infatuated I am with Scar. I hate how in only a week she managed to weaken me. I hate it.

I sighed loudly and closed the folder I was currently working on. The door to my office opened and in came the woman that was occupying my thoughts.

"Surprise!" She beamed.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

"Lunch!" She smiled proudly.

"And how did you know what is my lunch hour and where I worked?" I frowned.

"I asked Jinx!" She beamed.

"Okay! So any who, are you paying?" I asked.

"Of course!" She shrugged.

"Okay let's go!"

We both walked out of my office and into the lobby.

"Miss Pearson your mother called." My assistant informed.

"Tell her leave a message." I dismissed.

"Why won't you take you mother calls?" Scar asked.

"Because, she wants me to visit her, which I am not doing." I confessed.

"I'll give anything to visit my mother." She smiled sadly.

"Yeah well not my mother. She might confuse you with her pet parrot." I laughed lightly.

She chuckled and held my hand while crossing the street.

"I am capable of walking for myself." I scowled.

"Let me protect you Sydney." She smirked.

I frowned but allowed her to tug me along. We went to a Mexican restaurant, a couple of blocks away from the firm. It was a cozy place.

We both slid into a secluded booth to the back. Scar sat next to me while I sat to the corner.

"Hi good day, I'm Wendy and I'll be your waitress for the day." I looked up and saw a busty, blonde waitress eye raping Scar. I growled and fold my arms across my chest.

"I'll take a spicy, chicken enchilada and a water please." I answered with a permanent scowl.

"What about you darling?" She asked.

Scar smiled sweetly and ordered two tacos and a coke. The busty waitress left and o turned to Scar and slapped her arm.

"If that f*****g woman comes back here and you f*****g watch her, I'll f*****g kill you." I hissed.

She smirked and wrapped her arm around my waist.

"Jealousy on you is so cute!" She beamed.

I hit her with my elbow and leaned into her embrace. She kissed my hair, then my neck. I chuckled at the ticklish feeling I got. "Scar we are in public!"

"Let them see that you're mine." She said.

"I'm not yours Scar. I'm nobody's property." I frowned.

"You are my property Sydney!" She turned my face so that I was watching her. She smirked and took my lips with hers.

"I'll make you mine!" She smirked.

"Here is your food!" I looked up and scowled. She shot me a nasty glare and winked at Scar.

"That's it!" I jumped up and slammed my fist on the table.

"Listen here busty. Do not f*****g watch my woman. Do not smile at her, do not wink. Next time I will pull your eyes out of their sockets." I warned.

She sucked her teeth and stormed off. 'f*****g w***e!'

I sat back down and bit into my enchilada. Wow! This is good. I moaned at the taste and turned to watch Scar. Nevertheless she was already watching me.

"You are something else!" She smirked.

"I don't like people trying to steal my property."

She watched me intently with a smug smirk plastered on her face.

"You have a little something here." She moved forward and licked to the corner of my mouth.

"Better!" She whispered.

'Sexy f*****g Scar!'

I grabbed her tie and pulled her back to my lips. She gripped my waist and pulled me onto her lap. Her hands immediately went to my butt and she gave me a tight squeeze. I moaned and wrapped my fingers in her hair. Her tongue swiped across my lips and I easily granted her access. The velvety organ wrapped around my own and sucked vigorously.

Her hands creased up into my skirt and I pulled away. "Don't start something you can't finish." I warned and jumped off of her lap.

Scar and I spoke about anything that came to our minds. We spoke about her non existent childhood. I spoke nothing about mines. Considering my childhood was filled with turmoil and pain.

Somehow we managed to talk about penguins and had an entire argument about it.

"Penguins are mammals!" I scolded.

"They are f*****g birds." She yelled.

"They are flightless birds but they are mammals!" I scolded.

"You know what! Siri, is a penguin a mammal."

"A penguin is a flightless bird!" Siri said monotonous.

"Ha!" She beamed.

"f**k you siri!"

She laughed and told me its time to go. We both held hands and walked back to the firm. We stood in front of my office door. "I'll see you tonight!"

"Sure! I'll see you tonight!" I smiled. She gave me a quick peck and left.

I walked into my office and Luther was sitting at my desk.

"What the f**k Luther!?"

"No Sydney, I should ask you what the f**k!?" He shouted.

"What are you on about?"

"Scar! That's what I'm on about. You were having a full blown make out session with that Scar in a f*****g Mexican restaurant." He shouted.

"You saw that!" I averted my eyes to the ground.

"Yes! The whole restaurant saw that." He glared.

I sunk into the chair at my table with my head in my hands.

"You are falling for the enemy!" He shouted.

"What? No I am not Luther. I am telling you this is all strictly for the job." It sounded more ad if I was trying to convince myself rather than him.

"I am taking you off the case!"

"Why!?" I shouted. "You know I am the best there is."

"The best, yes! But I can't risk an employee. You're falling for her Sydney and if you can't see it. I can!" With that he left my office.

I sighed loudly and threw my pan of pens at the wall.

'Stupid f*****g Scar and her beauty.'