Page 6 of Pucking Snowed In with the Enemy

“Good, now go home, and take the time to pack and get your head back in the game, Agent. We all lose people, but it is how we carry on that matters.”

Turning, I marched out and down the stairs, past all the offices, until I reached my desk. No one directly asked me what was happening, but I could feel everyone’s eyes on me as I grabbed my purse, shrugged on my jacket, and headed for the door.

The entire drive home, I kept replaying where I’d gone wrong. I could’ve listed different inconsistencies, but if I was honest with myself, nothing less than a smoking gun would deliver results.

My mother married Alex’s father when I was two, and they had Alex almost immediately. They divorced when I was sixteen, and we slowly fell out of touch. I tried to keep up with Alex, but I had my stuff, and with the move to the U.S., our visits were few, and the calls became a non-thing. For the past two years, it had only been texts and gifs for special occasions.

I was aware that part of the reason I was so obsessed with finding out what happened to Alex was guilt. All the time that I could’ve spent with my brother, and now, he was dead. The last thing he saw was dark blue water swallowing him in the night. It ate at me when I found out, and after the funeral, it poked at me until I started to look into the case for myself.

Freaking snow. The wipers squeaked as they swiped away the latest assault of fluffy flakes. The weather had been strange lately, and the steady snowfall hadn’t let up for three days.

Pulling onto my street, I groaned as I stared at the massive snow pile left over from the plow at the end of my driveway.

Shawn hadn’t cleared it yet, and I had to park down the street. It shouldn’t annoy me. He wouldn’t be expecting me for hours yet, but with the morning I had, it did. Grabbing my briefcase and purse, I walked down the snowy sidewalk but paused when I reached my steps. There was a single set of footprints heading up the stairs, but none coming out. I didn’t have to be FBI to know they were from a smaller, feminine boot.

My mind went blank, and I stood in the snow, just staring as a cold dread that matched the weather settled into my soul. We’d been engaged for a year, and I was excited to get married in two months, but all the little things that had seemed like nothing were clicking together like a puzzle, and I didn’t want to put in that final piece.

Pulling out my keys, I was going to go in the front door, but it had a bell on it. Instead, I walked around to the side of the garage. We rarely locked this door, and sure enough, I was able to slip inside silently.

Music was playing, and before I made it to the bottom of the stairs, moaning reached me and slapped me in the face. I might be a sucker for punishment because even though I knew what I would find, and I could leave right now and call off the wedding, I needed to see for myself. The door to the master bedroom was open, and the rhythmical grunts and thumping of the headboard grew louder.

“Oh Shawn, yes, fuck me.”

I knew that voice, but I didn’t want to believe it. Even as I stepped into the doorway and stared at the two naked people fucking on my bed, I didn’t want to accept it. I pulled my gun and walked across the room without being seen. A sharp pain stabbed me in the chest as I stared at my fiancé and the woman who lived down the street. As my brain registered what was happening, my emotions systematically shut down.

There was no thought as to what I was doing at this point when I pressed the cold barrel of the gun against the side of Shawn’s head. He froze.

“Shawn, why did you….” The words died in Jess’s throat as she opened her eyes and met my stare.

“Anna, this is not what it looks like,” Shawn said, and I glared at the back of his head. I’d never been so angry that I felt nothing, but that was where I was right now. I could picture pulling the trigger and killing him and then Jess without batting an eyelash.

“So, you don’t have your dick in our neighbor?”

“I mean…yes, but…it was an accident,” he said. He looked up at me from the corner of his eye but was smart enough not to move.

“So, you tripped, and the clothes tore off your body, and you landed with your dick in her? That is really quite amazing.”

“No, he means that I came over to talk. It just sort of happened, but Savannah, I swear I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry.” Jess tried to plead with me, her eyes filling with tears, but it didn’t affect me.

“Yes, you both sounded terribly sorry.” I stepped back from the bed but kept the gun trained on them. I didn’t trust myself not to kill them as the numbness took complete control. “Get up,” I ordered, and as Jess and Shawn looked at one another, the nerve holding the last of my sanity together snapped. “Get the fuck up, now!”

They jumped up, and Jess tried to grab the sheet and cover herself, but I wasn’t having it. I flicked my eyes over their bodies and noticed that he wasn’t even wearing a condom. I pointed the gun at his hands, now covering his wilted cock, and pulled the hammer back.

“How long has this been going on?”

They glanced at one another again. “Look at one another one more time, and I promise I will shoot one of you.”

“Anna, please, it was a mistake, but I love you. You know I love you,” Shawn said, and my finger shook, wanting to pull the trigger so badly. This was what a crime of passion felt like. The consequences didn’t matter as long as they paid. I got it, and I had to fight every instinct not to do it. Would the numbness last for my life sentence in prison?

“Answer the fucking question.”

“A couple of months,” Jess answered. She had the decency to look down and not offer more lies.

“And no condom, I see.” Shawn swallowed and looked away from me. “You said you didn’t want to have kids. I guess you really meant to say you didn’t want to have kids with me.”

“Anna, please, I’m sorry,” Shawn said, taking a step forward.

“Don’t,” I snarled, and he stopped. “No, you’re not sorry, at least not about the cheating. I’m sure you’re sorry about getting caught, but you’re going to be sorrier in a second. Get the fuck out.”