Free Safe With Him by Tina Bass

door and call her name. She opened the door to a pissed off looking Storm.
    “Now you wanna tell me what the fuck is goin’ on with you and Draco?” he snapped at her.
    “Did y’all get into a fight?”
    “No.”
    “No?”
    “No, Ree, we didn’t get into a fight. Now answer my question,” he demanded.
    “I already told you nothing is going on.” She walked the rest of the way into the kitchen opened a drawer, pulled out a sandwich bag, grabbed a handful of ice from the freezer, and dumped it into the bag. “I have not seen him or talked to him since I was there that one time two weeks ago. Until tonight.” She turned back to face Storm. “Sit.” She pointed at the kitchen table. He jerked a chair out and sat down just as she walked over to him, grabbed his wrist, and laid the ice bag over his knuckles. “No fighting, huh?” She stared at him, waiting.
    “I may have punched him once.” He didn’t sound the least bit sorry about it, she noted.
    “Damn, Storm, did you forget he’s a cop? What if he presses charges, or worse?” she asked, beginning to worry.
    “He’s not, Ree.”
    “You don’t know that! You know as well as I do what kind of shit a cop can pull. There’s no telling what this cop will try.”
    “He won’t pull anythin’. He’s not that kinda cop.”
    “There’s only one kind of cop, Storm.” What the hell was he thinking ? He knew just as she did. Hell, probably more than her, because he always tried to protect her from that, but she’d seen enough and had heard more than enough.
    “Not all cops are like them. They were bad. I know they pissed on their badges and used it to their advantage, but, Ree, I’m tellin’ you, the cops around here are not like that.”
    “Yeah, right,” was all she said. “Do you want something to eat?”
    “No, I’m good, just wanted to check on you before I…you, went to bed.” He stood and held out the ice bag to her.
    “Keep it, use it.” She walked up to him, rose up on her tip toes and kissed his cheek. “Love ya, always,” she told him, still worried about him. She couldn’t lose him; it would kill her if something happened to him. She knew he heard the worry in her voice, but she just couldn’t hide it.
    “Trust me, Ree, it’ll be fine. I promise you.” He kissed her cheek. “Love ya always,” he said right before he left.
    She didn’t see him anymore that day or night before she had to leave for work. Now finally work was over, and Sundays were her one day and night that she had completely off. Nonetheless, all she wanted to do was see Storm and eat, then go to bed and sleep for the next week.
    When she reached Storm’s door she knocked once, turned to hers, unlocked it and walked in, leaving the door open, thinking Storm would be right behind her.
    She walked into the kitchen and saw the note on the refrigerator. She jerked it off and read it.
     
    Ree,
    Got some shit to do.
    Will be back Monday.
    Call me as soon as you get home.
    Love ya always, Storm.
     
    She turned around to shut her door and froze. Standing in the doorway was a man she had never seen before. One she instinctively knew she never wanted to see again, and he hadn’t even opened his mouth yet.
    “You that cop’s woman?” he asked in a voice that matched his looks; greasy, sleazy, and just plain mean.
    His hair was slicked back with oil, grease, nastiness, or way too much hair product. She wasn’t sure which, but she didn’t ask either. She just stared at him, because she didn’t have a clue what he was talking about, ‘cop?’ What cop? Draco? She was so not Draco’s woman. But what if this guy was after Draco? Or was he working with him? Or was Draco pulling some crap with this guy? Questions went round and round in her head.
    When she didn’t say a word he took a step in. “Are you?” he barked.
    She jumped and answered quickly, “No!”
    “You sure about that?” he asked. “Seen a few hanging around here.” He took another step