Lips of deceit

Safe House

"Whatever... Turn around", he demanded.

And he’s back to his jerk self!, I thought to myself as he covered my eyes with his shirt. He closed the passenger door and in less than five seconds he was sitting next to me.

“Seat belt… s**t! I forgot to fasten yours… Let me help you with that.”, he muttered leaning against me to reach the seat belt.

I pushed him away harshly. “I can handle it.”, I spat. I didn’t want him to touch me, ‘cause I couldn’t think straight when that happened…

“Fine! Suit yourself! I was just trying to help…”, he said coldly.

“You could have thought about that earlier tonight. Too late to help me now…”, I snapped roughly.

“Don’t you blame this whole situation on me, woman! It’s your damn fault… You should have let it go. You were no longer involved in this, so tell me what the hell were you doing here? This didn’t concern you anymore.”, he snapped back as he started the engine and put the car in gear.

“I knew he had a shipment coming tonight and that it held important s**t… I thought I might find him here so I took my shot.”, I confessed.

“Ouh! And you did find him…”, he sighed. “This piece of information was not on the file you gave me this morning.”, he accused bitterly.

“It wasn’t? I must have forgotten to write it down…”, I played dumb.

“Stop lying to me! What else did you hide on the file?”

“You say that like you’re the most honest person on earth… Pleeease!!! You’ve been lying to me since we met. I’ll come clean if you do the same! Are you undercover? Are you on Klaus side? Which side are you on?”, I let out all my doubts.

“Enough with the stupid questions.”, that was all he said before turning the radio on, loud enough to make a conversation impossible.

“Asshole!”, I muttered under my breath.

He drove for half an hour… I had no idea where he was taking me, but we were certainly out of Huntington, that much I knew. After we left the dock he made a few turns before we reached the highway, we left the highway and five minutes after he stopped the car and killed the engine. My guess was that we were somewhere near Santa Ana, but I didn’t know for sure. I couldn’t be certain with his shirt covering my eyes and his musky scent clouding my judgment. He let himself out of the car and I tried to do the same after I unfastened my seat belt, but before I set foot on the ground I was thrown over his broad shoulder again.

“I can walk, you know? Put me back on the ground.”, I demanded while struggling against his hold.

“Not happening! I’ll put you back on the ground after we’re inside the house. Now… STOP FIGHTING ME, Goddammit!”, but I didn’t stop as I was told and without any warning he slapped my ass twice.

“What the f**k is wrong with you, man?”, I shouted and punched him a little below his ribs as hard as I could, which led to my downfall when he shrank with pain.

“What’s wrong with me?? What’s wrong with you?”, he hissed in pain.

“What’s wrong with me? I don’t know… Maybe I’m being kidnapped by someone who’s supposed to be on my side. JERK!”, I snapped loudly. My head hurt like hell, I tried to reach the back of my head when he cursed loudly and before I knew I was on his arms.

“f**k, f**k, f**k, FUUUCK! Does your head hurt?”, he asked softly.

“Like hell... I’m feeling a little dizzy, Sanders.”, I admitted.

“We’re almost there… Don’t fall asleep, Gilbert!”, he was running.

“Why would I fall asleep? Is this safe house under surveillance? Any hidden cams or bugs I should know of?”, my eyelids were getting heavier.

“It’s a safe house, Gilbert! No surveillance necessary…”, It was all I heard before I passed out.

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“Gilbert! f**k!!! Adrianne! Wake up…”, I heard Sanders’ distant voice and I some hideous smell found his way up to my nose.

“What’s that smell?”, Sanders was in front of me, sitting at the edge of the couch still shirtless, holding a small vial from which that dreadful smell came from. “Take that s**t away from me. Are you trying to drug me??”

“You passed out, you were out for thirty minutes. I was just trying to wake you up. You scared the s**t out of me, woman! I thought you had a serious concussion. I stopped the bleeding…”, he sounded relieved.

“What bleeding?”, I asked alarmed.

“You hit your head in the pavement when you fell, you had a small bleeding in the back of your head and I stopped it.”

“You dropped me!”, I accused.

“Don’t blame it on me. You’re the one who punched me… You had it coming!”, he snapped back.

“Whatever!”, I stood up from the couch and headed to what seemed to be the front door.

“Where do you think you’re going?”, he had a tight grip on my wrist.

“Away from you!”, I felt something metallic close around my wrist. “Handcuffs? Really?”

“I didn’t want it to be like this… But I have no other option.”, he closed the other metallic band around his own wrist.

“f**k YOU! Handcuff me to something else, at least…”, I spat.

“NO! This way I can keep an eye on you constantly. I know how to unlock these without a key, so my guess is that you know it too, so I won’t risk it. Whenever you need to go to the bathroom I’ll take them off, but that’s it. Everything else you have to do it with me around!”, he said with a s**t eating grin plastered across his face.

“How do you expect me to get dressed or undressed?”, I asked with my voice drenched in hatred.

“In the bathroom, of course! I’m not trying to see you naked… I don’t think your nudity is worth the trouble. I’m doing this because I have to... Don’t flatter yourself, Gilbert!”, he said casually.

“Do I have to sleep with you?”, I asked distressed.

“Of course! I’m not letting you out of my sight. My neck is on the line, you know?”

“Why are you doing this? Why? I thought you were one of the good guys… Chief Rigsby told me you were one of the best if not the best agent to lead this case. And look at you… You’re on Klaus' side, for God sake! Everything I worked for in the past year, all my dad’s work is going down the drain all because of you. You’re a traitor, you make me sick. I don’t want to be near you, much less to be handcuffed to you… Ask Klaus to find me another babysitter.”, I screamed as tears of frustration threatened to roll down my cheeks, but I managed to hold them back.

“There’s a reason why Klaus assigned me to babysit you… I don’t know why, but you are of value to him. He assigned me because I’m the one he trusts the most, he sees me as his own son. There’s no way he’ll assign any other of his men to babysit you.”, he replied lost in his thoughts. “Have you eaten?” , he asked.

“I ate a sandwich on my way to the dock…”, I answered while I thought about what he had just said.

Is he serious? Why the hell am I of value to Klaus? Am I that valuable that he needs his best man to babysit me 24/7? Sanders really is on Klaus side, huh? He’s like a son to Klaus? Maybe joining the FBI was all part of the plan to keep Klaus from jail… In the FBI, Sanders has access to all the information he needs to always be one step ahead... And now the whole case is on his hands. THAT’S JUST PERFECT! , Sanders was waving his free hand in front of my face when I snapped out of my train of thought. “WHAT?”, I spat irritably.

“Do you want me to order you some pizza too?”, he ignored my burst out and spoke quietly.

“No… I’m good! I just need some alcohol in my system to deal with the idea of sharing a bed with you.”, I kept my spiteful tone.

“Alcohol is not a problem here. You have a whole bar for yourself right there.", he pointed to the far left corner of the room. It really was a bar, the walls were covered with shelves full of booze, five empty stools were positioned along the L-shaped balcony. Sanders reached his cell phone from his front pocket and dialed some number before he pressed the phone against his ear. “Hey, V! Order me some pizza and had it delivered at the safe house.”, he waited until the other person stopped talking and then replied, “Yeah! I’m babysitting…”

I was finishing my third double scotch when the doorbell rang. Sanders didn’t wait for me to stand to walk at the door, I rose from the sudden push and spilled my glass of Jack all over myself. I didn’t have time to protest as he dragged me behind him, he hid his handcuffed hand behind his back before he opened the door.

The delivery guy handed him the pizza and asked for his money. “Baby, do you mind reach the twenty dollar bill that’s on my left back pocket?”, he asked me sweetly. He was trying to pass unnoticed so he expected me to play along with the role he was trying to pull to the delivery guy.

“No can do! My hands are chained…”, I smirked widely as I noticed the alarmed face of the delivery guy when I showed him my wrist handcuffed to Sanders’.

“Kinky s*x! Have you tried it yet? I strongly advise you to try it…”, Sanders smiled and winked at the frighten boy standing at the doorstep. “Can you please pay the poor guy, Adrianne? He’s feeling uncomfortable here knowing what were about to do, baby! Hand him the money…”, he spoke softly, but his voice had an imperceptible threat attached to that fake sweetness.

I slid my hand into his back pocket, I could feel his perfect ass beneath my hand before my fingers reached the money. I slid the twenty dollar bill out of his pocket and handed it to the delivery boy. “Keep the change, man!”, Sanders said before he shut the door in the guy’s face.

“You won’t pull that stunt again if you know what’s good for you!”, he tried to intimidate me.

“Take these off my wrist and you won’t have to worry about something like this again!”, I replied defiantly.

“I was being reasonable… Your attitude changed my mind. From now on the only private moments you’ll have will be whenever you have to pee or poop. You can shower with your clothes on if you like, ‘cause we will be showering together until you behave yourself.”, he stated firmly.

“Are you out of your f*****g mind? Showering together? You gotta be f*****g kidding me! I’m not showering with you.”, I spat fuming.

“We’ll see about that… Now shut the f**k up so I can eat quietly”, he demanded.