P A R K E R
B O W M E N
5 years ago

I clear my throat as my hand shook.

Fuck.

The damn pencil in my hand felt stuck and I peered at the dark haired angel in my childhood bed. Her ethereal beauty seemed almost too surreal.

White sheets fell over her body, caressing her naked creamy skin. The sordid bed almost engulfed the small creature as a soft snore left her lips. Her head laid peacefully on the grey pillows of the king-sized bed. The fresh dawn of morning snuck through the grey curtains of my room and cascade against the woman as her hair hid her beautiful face, which was a godsend because I wouldn't be able to leave her if I saw what I was losing.

I glanced over at the alarm clock on my bed; I didn't have that much time left.

Almost instantly, my eyes studied the vibrant red dress she wore tonight, memories gleamed in my head and I smiled. That dress had to be my new favorite one; she seemed changed in it. Daring, carefree, and bold. Her usual demure seemed to almost disappear — not that its bad because it makes her who she is, but I finally saw what I needed to before I go. And that was her being herself; not thinking about what people would think about her and what she was doing. Being a people-pleaser is one of the worst things you can be in the world; it's time for her to finally flip the world the bird and make something of her own. Hell, leave this town. All it's doing is dragging her down.

A light groan left the lips of the gem who was laying in between my sheets and I cursed myself once again. My phone beeped and the time beamed into the crisp morning light.

I glared at my bag near the door, almost convincing myself to pack it away and lay back in bed with girl truly wanted, but I knew that was just a pipe dream. My uncle made it clear that coming back home would only be a dream of mine. I'd say it's my fault too. Frat parties can lead to some dangerous consequences and a lot of drunk nights doing stupid shit doesn't make anyone think too highly of you, either.

I shake my head, scolding myself for wishing and instead focused on the paper in front of me.

Deαr Eмιly Roѕe...

I, at least, owe it to her to explain. Shit, just something, so she doesn't think that I ditched her.

So I write; the pencil digging its way through my finger. I ignore it and finish my last sentence. Folding it before writing her name on it, I stick it in my drawer where I'm sure she'll find it.

Tears slip down my face as I made sure I didn't leave anything I needed behind.

I mean, except her...

With my bag in my hand, I softly kiss the enchanter on her forehead, before pulling the actual blanket on her body and walking out of the door and out of her life.

*****

Swear dropped down my brow and I grumbled.

How in the hell is a ballroom hot as hell? You'd think these cheap bastards would be able to pay for air conditioning. Why they haven't is still a mystery for me.

I pulled on the collar of my suit unprofessionally as I glanced around to see some people doing it too and  suddenly I didn't feel that guilty.

"Mark," Someone called and I instantly looked up. Walking over to me was the host, Adam Slinger, a rich playboy with nothing to do but to piss off some bad people.

He moved his way over towards me as two women attached themselves to him like leaches. Hungry leaches looking for only one thing; his money.

I forced a smile on my face as the man drew closer. "Mark. Markie. Mark," he taunted me but thank God it wasn't my really name.

"Yes?"

His blonde hair fell over his eyes as he glared at me, "I thought you said this party would work." He opens his arms wide open and gestured at the sickening party around us before complaining again, "they're not here. Where's the super fun spy shit? You playin' me?"

I resisted the urge to punch the shit out the boy and walk away, leaving him to the wolves. Instead I nodded my head and watched to room carefully as he continued to whine and moan about shit he can't control. Rich daddy paid for us to fix his sons mistakes, instead of doing himself. I hated cases like this.

My eyes scanned the room, it was too quiet.

Abruptly bullets started and I grabbed Adam and pulled him to the hard title floor. As I crawled over to a safe spot, Adam followed and amusement arising in his voice, "this is so cool!" He screamed over the gun fire.

I prayed to God that I would have enough strength to deal with him.

I flipped the buffet table over and used it as cover. The ear piece in my ear rang with orders and I listened for my name. "Bowmen," Lance, the captain of our mission screamed into the ear piece, "get the little fucker out of here. We'll deal with the rest." After hearing the command, I instant got to work.

I took the handkerchief out of my suit pocket and stuffed it into the Adam's open mouth. "Shut the fuck up." He nodded, terror finally reaching his eyes and he instantly stopped talking. Smart boy.

I quickly scanned our surroundings; the sounds of bullets decreased but that didn't mean we were in the clear yet. A bullet shot out and almost like slow motion, it hit the small metal string which held the large chandelier to the ceiling. Instantly the chandelier came crashing down, taking my chance, I grab Adam by the arm of his suit and pulled him towards the doors of the balcony. Ceased for a second before a large crashing sound exploded around the room in with the mix of screams.

When we made it to the balcony, I scanned below at the shrubs. We're not that high. As I calculated our fall, Adam cried in shock, "my chandelier! My 50 thousand chandelier," he jabbed one of his big sausage fingers at me accusingly, "you guys better pay me back for that."

I roll my eyes before glancing back at the ballroom.

It's time.

I walk over to the spoiled rich boy and smirk, "well next time, don't piss off the wrong kind of people and maybe the DOD won't have to help you then."

I pick him up and throw him over my shoulder before walking over and tossing him over the railing.

*****

I rolled my shoulders and grumbled as Jason, my new best friend laughed at my story.

"You threw his ass?!" He barked out a laugh, and I couldn't help but smile at his antics.

"Yeah," I shrugged, "I know it's unprofessional but I knew he wouldn't jump if I asked him to."

We sat in the comfortable chairs in the break room of the police station. I held a ice pack in my hand and placed it on my shoulder as Jason ate some confiscated fruit snacks one of the cops got from a kid who tried to rob a 7-11.

Apparently karma got my ass good because while the trust fund kid ended up without a scratch, I ended up landing wrong and hurt my shoulder.

Jason cracked a happy smile at me before laughing again, "man, I can't take you seriously. What's your uncle gonna think once he sees that you've been hurt in the job?"

I shrug again, ignoring the pain that shot up my arm. Man, I wish I was one of the men in the fire instead of goddamn babysitting. "I don't know. Maybe he'll lay off my back about the airport renovations?" I proposed and Jason shook his head. "Probably not."

Just as I was going to say something, Richard, another guy of ours walked into the room and placed a folder with stack of cases on Jason's lap. "Boss wants you to go through those, it's your turn to pick." He soon left, a whistle leaving his lips.

"Hell yeah!" Jason cheered before opening up the folder and began to go through cases. "Rich kid, Rich kid," he mumbled, before pausing, "hold up, this one looks good. Read it."

He passes the folder to me and I grab it before reading.

Loan Sharks Involved with a Series Murders.

I began scanning the case.

Accomplices:

Frederick Dixon

Tomas Knox McCoy

Wait, I know that name...

Imagines of the blond hair asshole popped into my mind as I remembered his old bullshit.

It's good to know that he got what was coming to him. He was a big ass snitch when we were kids; telling the teacher when I cheated on a quiz in the 2nd grade. Dumbass, it's a quiz, it doesn't mean shit.

Out of curiosity I continue to scan the case, especially Tomas' information.

Name: Tomas Knox McCoy

Age: 27 years old

Profession : Accountant

Gender: Male

Date of Birth: September 6

Martial Status: Engaged (Emily Rose Shivers)

I instantly paused in my search.

What the fuck?

I read the martial status repeatedly before finally coming to the ultimate conclusion.

Emily's marrying Peter Pan?! And he's a wanted criminal.

A cluster of emotions hit me; anger, frustration and guilt.

"Buddy, you okay?" Jason leaned forward and peered at the page I was on before pointing to Emily's name. "I think you told me about that girl once. And look she's getting married to... oh, shit."

He studied me for a second, "Parker, this isn't going to end well for her."

I nodded, "I know,"

He paused, a pensive thought on his mind, "Are we taking the case?"

I took a deep breath before deciding what I'm going to do.

"Yes." I answer.

*****

Hey guys!

A lot of stuff has been going on lately, but luckily I've already written some of the finishing chapters, and by some I mean 2 more. Maybe, I need to check but still.

The next chapter is written already, I just have to spell correct and then it'll be out to you guys. It'll be out later in the morning. Maybe 9am?

We're getting REALLY close to the ending, which is already planned out and I'm already starting on my new book. It's kind of different from whatever I was doing here because the book I'm working on right now is a little more planned than the spitballing thing I with this one. It's also more romance based. But I'll go more in depth later!

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Anyways, I hope you liked Chapter 25 of The Love That Is Parker Bowmen.

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