The rise and fall of Reilly Adams

The rise and fall of Reilly Adams The rise and fall of Reilly Adams

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Reilly Adams is back. She is no longer the career criminal with a ruthless penchant for homicide and violence. No, that Reilly died when she almost gave her life for the man she loves, much to her disgust. Now she was sticking to the law and playing by the rules but can she really leave her criminal past behind? Especially when the local filth are intent on throwing it back in her face.

Summary

Reilly Adams is back. She is no longer the career criminal with a ruthless penchant for homicide and violence. No, that Reilly died when she almost gave her life for the man she loves, much to her disgust. Now she was sticking to the law and playing by the rules but can she really leave her criminal past behind? Especially when the local filth are intent on throwing it back in her face.

Chapter1 (v.1) - The rise and fall of Reilly Adams

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Reilly Adams is back. She is no longer the career criminal with a ruthless penchant for homicide and violence. No, that Reilly died when she almost gave her life for the man she loves, much to her disgust. Now she was sticking to the law and playing by the rules but can she really leave her criminal past behind? Especially when the local filth are intent on throwing it back in her face.

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Submitted: October 06, 2015

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~~ONE

 Almost two years ago I married the man I love. This is probably normal for most people but not me. I’m a so called sociopathic bitch with homicidal tendencies; that has never truly loved anyone but myself. I have used and abused men because they loved me and at times I’ve pretended to love them, because they had something I needed or my situation required them in some way. But that all changed when I got plunged into witness protection, of sorts. My lovely crack whore of a mother decided she liked my profitable life of a Crime Lord and took it from me. The same life I had spent a decade planning, fighting and killing to get and she waltzed in and took it like it was nothing, piece of cake. Bullshit. She kidnapped and tortured me for almost two weeks. I never broke and to be honest if I hadn’t been rescued then I would have died because I refused to beg. The man doing the rescuing wasn’t my most favourite person and I definitely wasn’t his. The mutual hate we had for each other was toxic and I’m certain it killed him to put me back together. Somehow all the hatred mutated into a deep and quite frankly scary love. We tried ignoring it and when that failed we tried fighting it and then after almost killing each other, we finally gave into our feelings. Both of us cautious; him because I’ve always manipulated and used other men and me because I’d never been in love with someone else before. It was horrifying.

 Neither of us realised how deep our love was until I took a few bullets for him. I can’t even tell you what was going through my mind except that I didn’t want him to die. That was a first for me and very nearly a last. He thought he was going to lose me and he proposed.  I thought I was going to die and I said yes. We were married by the hospital priest whilst I lay in bed with two nurses as witnesses. Two minutes after we said I do, I felt myself slipping and I went into cardiac arrest, so I’m told. I don’t believe in God or karma but something was on my side because I survived and I got a new start, a completely new life away from crime, with the man I love. But I guess I didn’t deserve the happy ever after; my marriage fell apart as soon as Dan realised he couldn’t leave his job and I couldn’t stay in that town. We made a choice and it wasn’t each other.

 The life I knew is now over. I’m no longer the mastermind criminal, the wheeler and dealer so to speak. Everything I do now is above board and legal, mostly. I run a private investigation agency, it seemed the only option available to someone with a criminal record like mine. I’d spent years crafting my criminality and it would be a waste to not use some of my skills. Instead of my old reputation as a cold hearted killer, I was now a respected investigator that got results quickly. The transition wasn’t easy, some days I miss my old life. I miss the fun, the living for the moment and never having to spend my own money. Things were different now; I’d developed a conscience, sort of. It’s probably nowhere near as moral as society would accept but it was a damn sight more than I ever had before. I don’t steal, lie, cheat or kill...Okay, I definitely don’t kill; the rest is still somewhat of a grey area.
 
 Adams investigations was doing well. Mostly I dealt with unfaithful spouses, missing people and missing items. It wasn’t exactly living on the edge but my life expectancy had improved vastly. My office was a modest little unit on the high street tucked between a betting shop and a law firm. I had one other full time investigator and two part time kids that did most of the paper work for me. My investigator was a guy called Stan; he was ex filth and built like military, a few years past thirty and aging like a guy that smoked and drank too much. Most of the time he annoyed me but he did his job well so I couldn’t complain. I sat at my desk and looked over the potential case in front of me. Stan had taken the message and written a brief overview for me. It didn’t look overly exciting or particularly interesting but it was easy money.
“Stan, what the hell does this say?” I pointed to some scribbled word, which apparently passed for English. He looked over and squinted at it before scratching his head and shrugging.
“Damned if I know. I was in a rush; she was talking a million words a minute.”
“You do realise I’ve killed for less?” I shook my head and gave up trying to decipherer his writing.
“You’re not allowed to kill anyone anymore.” He grinned, “And if you killed me, who else would you find willing to work for a murderer and ex crime lord?”
“Sweetheart, there will always be someone willing to forget their morals for the right price. Don’t think you’re irreplaceable.” I sighed and pushed my glasses to the top of my head. I was done for the day, my head hurt and my eyes were tired. Legitimate work was exhausting.
“You look tired. What time did you get in last night?” Stan handed me a cup of coffee, I took a mouthful and closed my eyes, enjoying the bitter taste.
“Three. Had to watch the house till our client got home; he had a late one.”
“And what time did you come in this morning?”
“Seven. I had to get a start on these reports.”
“You’re going to burn yourself out. Why don’t you take a few days off? I’m in for the rest of the week and Shawn is due in tomorrow. We’ll be fine and I promise to call if we need you.”
“I’ll think about it. Right, I’m off for the day. I’m done.”
“Okay, I’ll see you in a few days.” He grinned and handed me my coat.

 The weather was foul; I’d managed to move from a town known for its shitty weather, to a town that was worse. I really should have researched this place instead of just picking a name from the map. Idiot. I’d managed to buy myself a house on the edge of town. It was high in security with a low key look. I didn’t want to draw attention to myself. I could have afforded a flashier, bigger house but there was no point. I had no family to fill it or enough belongings to make it look like a home. The layout was open plan, no corners for secrets to hide in. My bedroom looked over the living room and kitchen. The conservatory was now my study and there was a spare room towards the back of the house, not that it got used. It was my home though and it was nice that for once it hadn’t been searched by the police or blown up. I stood outside the office and prepared myself for the run to the car in the pouring rain. I was about to make a run for it, when a guy called my name. I looked up the street and my heart skipped a beat as Dan walked towards me. I took him in; His dark hair needed cutting, his stubble was dangerously close to becoming a beard and his tan had paled to a light olive colour. He’d clearly spent a lot of time locked in his office or staking someone out. He’d definitely found time to work out though. Jesus he looked good.
“What are you doing here?” I kept my distance even though every fibre of my being wanted to jump on him.
“Do I need a reason to see my wife?”
“You do, when you haven’t seen or spoken to her in two months.”
“I’m sorry, works been crazy. Can we grab a coffee and talk?”
“If you think I won’t kill you in public; you’re sorely mistaken.” I reluctantly started walking towards the cafe with him. I saw him grin out of the corner of my eye and resisted the urge to punch it from his face.

 Our relationship was complicated. We were married, we loved each other and we wanted to be together but we fought like cat and dog, sometimes we came dangerously close to actually causing serious harm to one another and often went weeks without communicating. Dan would get carried away with his work and forget to check in, then a few weeks later he would turn up saying the words I wanted to hear and we’d forget the world for a few days. Living in our own perfect little world until the bubble burst and he’d leave. I sat across from him and tried desperately to keep my emotions in check.
“You don’t look so great.” He rubbed his thumb gently over the palm of my hand
“And you need a shave. You’re starting to look like a bear.”
“You don’t like it?” He mocked offence, “I grew it for you.”
“Liar. So how long are you here for?”
“How long can you put up with me?” He looked down at his coffee and stayed that way.
“What happened?” I repeated my question after he chose not to reply. Eventually he sighed and looked back up. He ran his fingers through his hair.
“I’m on leave, possibly indefinitely.”
“Voluntary?”
“Not exactly. Look babe, I don’t want to talk about this right now. I want to enjoy spending time with my wife before reality kicks my ass.”

 I should be thrilled at the possibility of Dan being back for good but I had a bad feeling. Whatever had happened couldn’t be good, but I didn’t want to dwell on it. He would tell me when he was ready. It was hard to let go, I was used to having all the information instantly. I played with his fingers absent mindedly whilst staring out the window, the warm glow enveloping me disappeared as detective Alison Carter walked in. She was the local filth and she did not like me. My colourful past does little to ease the enforcements minds. She’s spent the past year trying to pin crimes on me and has pulled me in for questioning more times than I can remember. There was little point refusing because it just made me look guilty, so for the most part I went along with it. Carter surveyed the room then settled her eyes on us. Dan had turned to see what made me tense up and frowned as she walked over.
“Ms Adams.” She nodded at me then turned to Dan, “Mr Brent, what brings you back to town?” She smiled nicely but it didn’t quite reach her tone.
“I didn’t realise I needed a reason to visit my wife. Next time, I’ll be sure to call you first and inform you of my location and purpose.” He flashed a smile and casually leant back, a non-threatening pose that had all the masculine power of a heavy weight.
“That won’t be necessary. Enjoy your stay.” She smiled then turned to me, I couldn’t help but sigh.
“I’m really not in the mood to talk to you right now, so unless you have something official to question me about; I very politely suggest you move on.” It was anything but polite. My words were calm but I was one bitchy comment away from stabbing her in the eye with a straw.
“I’m just here for some coffee but I’m sure I’ll be seeing you soon enough.” My fist clenched around the straw as I watched her walk over to the counter.

 I understand why no-one trusts me, of course I do. I was a crime lord for goodness sake; people like me don’t just give up on that without a damn good reason and even then, giving up a lifetime of work would be damn near impossible. But I did give it all up, not just for Dan but for myself. I somehow managed to develop a conscience and my crimes no longer sat well with me; much to my disgust. I prided myself on my lack of emotion or empathy and then all of a sudden I was filled with remorse; it wasn’t a nice feeling. I was far too tired for all this bullshit. I stood and left some money on the table. Dan rose too; he pulled me into him as I walked past and held me close as we left the cafe. I felt Carters eyes burning a hole in my back.
“Are you okay? You look really tired, babe.”
“Yeah, just been working stupid hours tying up a case. It’s done now so I can finally sleep. Well that was the plan till you turned up.”
“Trust me, I’ll let you sleep. I value my life.” He grinned and kissed the top of my head, “I have to pick up a few things from the shop. I’ll meet you at home in a bit. Try to get some sleep.” I watched as he jogged to his car. My heart swelled and so did my stomach; I fought the urge to throw up but lost the battle. I wiped my mouth and sulked back to the car, dragging what was left of my dignity behind me. I was far too tired to care about anyone’s disgust, not that I would actually care had I not been exhausted.

 


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