Wanted

•Snap Turtle•

                 {•edited•}
                            ~Ida's POV~

      "Okay, we have a situation!" Castel says as he barges into the house, the door slamming behind him. Santi turns around from looking at the backyard, eyebrows raised in question. It's not every day Castel comes to visit unless it's with my mom.
     "I'm supposed to be working on my indoor voice. So stop fucking yelling," Santi tells him, crossing his arms. He has a tendency to talk to people like they're far away when they're right next to him, so I'm forcing him to talk in a low voice. "What's going on though?"
    "It has to do with our daughter," he says. I sigh, shaking my head. Did he really go spy on her?
   "She's not your daughter." He's not far from it. We walk to the living room, my coffee mug burning my hand. "What's going on?"
    "I went to the shooting range with some of the guys, so they could work on their aim and Bex was there with a guy," he says. Oh, how terrible. "I didn't like the look of him. And she said my name was Michael."
    "Micheal?" I ask. He looks like he could be a Micheal. He runs his hands over his face, looking at Santi with wide eyes.
    "He looked like a cop," he tells us. Santi straightens up, shaking his head. Bex knows better than to mess around with cops or even around them. I know she wouldn't do anything like this.
    "How does one look like a cop?" He asks with a laugh. Castel makes a gesture of wide shoulders and then shakes his head at himself.
   "I know a cop when I see one and he looked familiar. I just don't want her getting into trouble," he says. Looking over at my husband, he takes a deep breath. I want Bex to be around people she gets along with and to make new friends, but not ones who could lock her father up in a split second.
     "My little girl wouldn't do that," He tells him.
    "She's actually my little girl, you just donated the sperm."
    •••••
                             ~Bex's POV~

      "You just stay in here," he says tucking his uniform shirt into his black jeans. Gosh, I wish I had been able to watch him change. Whoever was looking out their windows must have got a great view. My mouth had turned into a damn desert when he was using his shirt to wipe the blood from his arm earlier. It's obvious just by looking at him that he works out, but I had never actually seen what was under the shirt.
"What if I get bored?"
"Then stay right where you are," he says, fixing the position of his holster. Damn, he looks good in uniform. I relax into the seat as he jogs off to where many cop cars and police officers are, their lights flashing brightly. The blue and red lights have always given me a joint of anxiety. Caution tape blocks off the house from the public, what looks like to a body covered by a black plastic blanket is laying on the front lawn.
I hate stuff like this, violence and hate. The world is full of it and it just seems to get worse. My dad and the gang have tried laying off the killing the past few years, but that always ends up being their final call. I'd hate to know how many lives my dad or Castel has taken. One day I'm scared Alaric will have to do the same. He's tough, but I fear his heart is too big to handle that guilt.
"Twenty-nine-years-old, female, three shots to the chest and right rib cage," someone says loudly. I lean closer to the window to hear more, getting more and more nosy as I watch them walk around the scene. I want to get out and see for myself, but I'm picking my battles with Atticus. I'm sure getting out and sticking my nose in a crime scene would set him off, and I don't think I want that.
Awe, fuck it. What's he gonna do? Spank me? I'm not a little girl that he can tell what to do. I'm a grown woman who can do what she wants. So if I want to see the women who got fatally shot, then fuck, imma see it.
Getting out of the car, I try to be fast when walking over so they don't see me. The body is complete covers except for the tips of the women's feet. I go under the caution tape and walk over to it. Removing the cover from her face, her coloring hasn't gone away but she's very pale and has a yellow undertone.
Pulling it down further, her shirt is ripped open to expose the bullet below her right breast and ribs. The sight is something that should be a person nauseous, but this is normal to me. I've seen it mostly in pictures, but this is real.
"What the hell are you doing?" A deep voice says from behind. I look up behind me with a dramatic smile. It immediately fades when I see Atticus is standing next to an older man with salt and pepper hair. Looking at his badge, it's not the same. Sheriff.
"I got bored," I say, standing up. "I'm Bexley," I say, introducing myself to the older man. Surprisingly, he gives me a kind smile.
"You a fan of crime scenes?" He asks. I don't say anything, just look down at the body.
"What are people saying happened?" Atticus asks. It almost makes me laugh to hear him sound all professional.
"That someone screamed her name and shot her. Some said it sounded like a man was who yelled. From the angle it looks like the shooter was directly in front of her," he explains.
"Or from the side," I jump in, my big mouth getting itself where it doesn't need to be. Atticus shoots me a warning glare. Maybe I should go back to the truck? The old man looks down at me with a cocked brow. "S-She could have been shot from the side."
He looks up at Atticus with an expression that could be rad as impressed. He bends down to uncover the rest of the body. Nothing else on the women is harmed except for the wounds on her upper body. Looking at her weight and clothes, I can tell she wasn't a drug addict or anything bad.
"You should go back to the truck," he says.
"No, I want to hear what she has to say," the Sheriff tells him, shocking the both of us. "Why do you think from the side? You look at the body for a few minutes and you suddenly know what happened?"
"No, I just have common sense." Atticus looks away from me with wide eyes. He's probably thinking of ways to kill me right now. I bend down next to the body. "The bullets grazed her before they actually went inside. So I'd think maybe she was turning around when she was shot. Maybe whoever yelled her name got her to turn around just in time for the person to shoot her. I'd check those brushes for something, cause that could be where the shots were fired."
"You got all that after a few minutes?"
"Yeah."
•••••

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" He asks after he closes the door to his apartment. By the time he got done, the dorms were already closed and I didn't bring my key. Alaric is probably going to chew me out about staying the night with Atticus.
"Watch your language," I say, crossing my arms. He takes a deep breath, unbuttoning his shirt a few buttons. I force the images of his abs out of my mind to keep from doing something I'll regret. "You're lucky I got out."
"How the hell am I lucky because of that?" He says, his voice rising. The closer he gets to me the more intimidated I get, but I stand my ground like I'm not scared.
"Cause you guys would have gotten it all wrong," I tell him. "Aren't all you guys about getting justice for people? If it weren't for me figuring out what you guys couldn't, that girl wouldn't get it." His jaw ticks as he looks away from me.
"How did you know all that? To look for those details?" He asks. My chest is now nearly pressed against his. I have to tilt my head back a little to look him in the eyes. "Did someone you know do this?" My mouth falls open in shock.
For the smallest second, I was starting to think that maybe he wasn't so bad. I actually had a good time today, but for what? To just be scolded for helping.
"Are you serious? I was with you the whole day. There's no way I would know," I say, my voice rising as well. He takes a step back, eyes narrowed. He grabs my wrist and starts pulling me towards a door. As soon as he opens the door and I see a bed my heart starts hammering in my chest. "What the hell are you doing?"
"You don't know when to shut up, do you?" He asks, his voice deep. He sits down on the edge of the bed. It's dark in here except for the moons light shining through the window and the lights from the living area. The sound of my heartbeat in my ears gets louder. His grip on my wrist tightens as he swings me to face him, grabbing my forearm and bending me over his lap.
"What's he gonna do? Spank me? " Yes bitch, Yes he is. I don't do anything to make this stop, trying to fight the exciting feeling down south. Yanking my leggings down to expose my ass, I let my body relax. I've heard that this feels good. Connie told me about it once and said she liked it.
"You're gonna have to learn to listen when people tell you things," he says, placing his rough hand in my ass. My eyes close, anticipating what he'll do. I wish how much he irritates me would make me want him less, but it doesn't.
His hand smacks down on my right ass cheek, making me jump at the painful sting. "What the hell!" I wince, balling my hands into fists. This shit doesn't feel good.
"Don't yell," he says, spanking me again, this time harder. My body joints up, putting his hands on my back keeps me in place. I clench my legs together, trying to relieve some of the ache between them.
"Stop," I say, blinking away tears. My breaths come faster, my mouth now dry. He runs the area he hit before bringing his hand back down. This time it doesn't hurt as bad as the first two times. This is more of a pain mixed with pleasure. "I won't do it again," I say breathlessly.
"You better not," he says, doing it one more time, harder than the others. My body tenses as the pain slowly fades. He helps pull me back up, sitting on my knees. His eyes fall to my lips. My chest and falls fast as I taking deep breaths. He starts leaning forward, fingertips brushing against my waist.
My lips quickly respond, my shaky arms wrapping around his neck. He pulls me on top of him, holding me close against him. My thumbs brush against his stubbles cheeks, my hair falling around me. He brushes it out of the way, pulling back.
A quiet gasp leaves my parted lips he moves us so I'm laying on my back with my legs hanging over the edge. His lips attack my neck, sucking and nipping at my sensitive skin. My body reacts to everything he does. My hands roam over his back, wishing he had taken his shirt off or something. A few buttons are undone, but it leaves too much to the imagination.
"You've done this before right?" He asks. I stay still, not sure how to answer that question. It depends on what context. I shake my head, taking deep breaths. Instead of saying anything else, he continues his way down my body, lifting my shirt up to expose my stomach. He sucks at my skin, making sure to leave a trail in his wake.
His fingers sneak under the waistband of my leggings, drawing them down the rest of the way. He brings them down with my underwear, the sudden cold air making me shiver.
I move my eyes to the ceiling as he gets just above my core. My heart is now beating so far it hurts. I just met him and now I'm practically naked in front of him. This isn't like me. But it feels too good for me to want it to stop.
"You're so wet," he says, slipping a finger between my slit. My body tenses as he makes so patterns around my clit, teasing it.
"Please," I moan as he kisses around me, not making complete contact. He looks up at me, his eyes locking with mine as he begins to use his mouth and tongue on me. My back arches off the bed, my back arching in pleasure.
"You taste so fucking good," he says against me, holding me by my thighs. My fingers trace over the lines of his defined muscular shoulders. "Grind your hips." I do as told, pressing myself closer to his mouth.
"Oh my god," I moan, gripping his shoulder. My body tenses as I feel myself get closer and closer to the edge. "It feels so good." His grip on my legs tighten. My muscles tighten as I reach my climax, my chest rising and falling fast with my irregular breaths.
He sits up, licking his lips. I prop myself up on my elbows. "You gonna be smart with me again?" I shake my head, wrapping an arm behind his neck to draw him in closer. "You're real quiet now."
"I-I'm sorry," I stutter, my brows furrowed. He starts unbuttoning his shirt, the fabric falling open for me to see. My free hand trails down his chest and abs, stopping at the waistband of his jeans.  "I want you," I say, my lips brushing against his collarbone.
    "You want me to what?" He asks, running his hands over my body. I sit up and take my shirt off with my bra, my hair falling around me again.
    "I want you to use me." He cups my face in his hands, pulling me to him for a hard kiss. His tongue brushes against mine with dominance. He lets me go and starts undoing his jeans, pushing them down with his boxers. My eyes widen as I look down at him. "Wow."
   "What?"
   "Nothing." I work my way down his neck and chest, nipping at his skin. He runs his fingers through my hair as I run the tip of my tongue over his shaft. Taking him into my hand, I work him up and down. My eyes lock with his. They're a lot darker than their normal shade.
   "Take me in your mouth," he mumbles through clenched teeth as I take his tip in my mouth. He gathers my hair at the back of my head, pulling on it. He raises his hips, his head of his cock hitting the back of my throat. "Oh, yes."
     I close eyes, trying to relax my throat so I don't gag. His abs tighten under my hands as he cums, his grip on my hair very painful. He pants loudly, lips parted. I pull my head back, breathing harshly. He pulls me back up, my hands on his chest.
    I close my eyes, feeling my entire body relax. "Listen, I don't know who told you spanking was a punishment, because girls like that shit," I say, laying down breathlessly. "I might just show up to a crime scene on purpose now." 
   "You better not," he says, trying to correct his breathing.
    "I might."
   ••••••
     
     When I wake up I'm still as tired as I was when I went to sleep. I grab Atticus's wrist and set it at his side so I can get up. I don't want to get him up just yet, dreading the talk that will follow. Will we even talk about what happened? Did it mean anything?
      I get up and start gathering my clothes from the floor, putting on my bra and underwear first. His eyes slowly start opening as I fix my pants. He sits up, squinting his eyes at me.
    "Why're you already up?" He asks. I stay quiet, not ready to talk to him yet. "We have to talk about last night."
     "No, we don't," I say, putting my leg through one of the pant legs. He sighs, looking at me with his classic irritated expression.
         "So what? You're gonna be a snap turtle again?" He asks. A what? "Last night you were stuttering everything you'd say, now the attitude is back. I'm thinking I like the other you better."
     "You like that me because you can't handle this one, which says a lot about you," I say. His smartass expression falls. Awe, did I hurt his ego? Last night is something I'd never do, we didn't go all the way, but it's still very unlike me.
    "I think I can handle you pretty well," he says, getting up from the bed. "And where the hell did you learn to shoot a gun the way you did yesterday?" I groan, not believing that he would I bring this up. He still thinks I know who was involved.
     "Take me back to the dorms."
    ••••
       I rub my eyes, closing my door behind me. I hardly slept last night, finding it hard to sleep with someone whose body is as hard as a rock and in a different bed. Turning around, I'm shocked to see Atticus sitting on the edge of my bed with one leg crossed over together. He looks like he's about to do an intervention with me.
    "Where the FAWWWKKKK WERE YOU?!"

     AN: Awe, gotta love Alaric 😂 This is the longest chapter in the book so far ☺️ What happened between Atticus and Bex doesn't mean that they will be together, that still won't be happening for a while. I really hope you guys enjoyed!
    QUESTION: What do you think will happen after what happened to them? What would you like to see happen?
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