Tap Dance (Dance Series)

chapter Thirty Five



Ram and I had the CDs from the safe deposit box in our hands really fast and then I saw the reason for all the laptops.

Ram set each one of them up on the floor and plugged a CD in each, authorizing a CD to be downloaded to each and every one of them.

We probably had fifteen seconds left on the last three when my cellphone rang again.

"Steve, honey? "

But I looked at my cell and it had no bars. No reception.



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Ram hated, hated that his girl was pandering to the man on the end of the phone. But, at the moment, her 'ass-hat' as she called Steve, was calling the shots.

"No reception. Just like you predicted ," she said as she disconnected. "How we doing, honey?"

He glanced up at her thinking that now was not the time to address her calling the ex by the same name she called him.

But it f*cking grated.

"What's with copying the CDs, honey?" Marianne asked.

"Hedging our bets, Pyari. The Feds want the information and if Steve is unable to provide the CDs at least we have copies of the originals."

Luckily each of the laptops popped opened their CD drives in order.

Ram swiftly snagged each CD and held it on his finger as he moved along the line.

He pressed the original CDs into her hands before he let his fingers leave hers.

This was the part he didn't like.

The part he didn't have any control over.

He watched as she took the last CD from his finger and then lifted her pretty mouth to his for a brief kiss.

God, he loved her mouth.

Then he watched her eyes as she moved away from him.

She was afraid.

Oh, hell.

No.

She was his.

She had nothing to fear, ever.

Ram brought his cellphone up and stabbed the name he wanted.

"She's moving. She's your responsibility, right? Don't let me down."

Marianne turned at the first step.

Pointing herself back at him.

"May-un-Tum say Hu-may-sha Pea-yar-Karti-Rahoon- Jee," she said slowly and carefully.

His cock registered her words before his brain did.

He was still blinking in the place, the last place he'd seen her in, when his brain finally began to work.

She just told him, in Hindi, that she loved him.

In no uncertain terms.

That she loved.

Him.

Holy f*ck.

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I was up the stairs and out of the bank in nothing flat. Ted and Paul were there to meet me.

"Okay, Mari. Here's what we're going to do. I'm going to go to the apartments and act like I'm a regular visitor for one of the other girls in the building. Do you know who might be home at this time?"

I thought for a minute. "I'm not really sure, but I can call Sara."

"Okay, call Sara and tell her that I'm coming. Which apartment is she in?"

"Three. She's in apartment Three." My voice, though shaky, was strong. I handed the CDs to Ted as I scrolled through my phone and called Sara.

"She's there, Paul, and she'll let you in."

"Good. I'm taking off now. Remember, I'll be right upstairs. Okay?" Paul said starting to move away. "We've got your back, Mari."

"Thanks, Paul."

"Marianne," Ted said, bringing my attention back to him. "I'm going to be on the floor of your car in the back seat. You're going to drop me off a block away and then drive slowly to your apartment. Got it?"

"Yes, but I left with my computer in a green bag. It's got my keys in it! I left it in the bank downstairs. We've got to have it, Ted."

Ted looked at me, to gauge how I was holding up before moving back to the bank doors.

He poked his head in and yelled, "Chief!"

"Yeah, Ted?"

"Need the green bag!"

Ted heard running and Deniece came bounding up with the green bag, shoving it in Ted's hands. Ted turned and grabbed my arm. "Let's go!"

My cell phone rang and I pulled my arm away from Ted's to answer.

"I've got the CD's, Steve. I'm on my way back to the apartment."

"Good," was all I heard before Steve disconnected.

Ted and I, who was on the floor in the back seat, roared through town. Ted was dropped off a block away and I drove slowly toward my house, pretending to look for parking. After parking the car, I grabbed my keys out of the pocket of my green bag and made my way up the steps of the building.

I heard footsteps running behind me and turned around before entering the open door.

"Get in!" Steve yelled from the sidewalk moving fast.

I could see two men running up the street and one had his gun out.

Steve pushed me in the door and closed it quickly.

"Move!" he yelled as he yanked me toward my apartment door as the men outside reached the porch.

My hands were shaking uncontrollably as I tried to fit the key in the lock. There was a pounding on the front door and I heard the sound of buzzers going off in each apartment as the two outside tried to gain access.

I finally got the door open and Steve pushed by me.

"Give me the CDs, Mari!"

I threw the bag at Steve as I went to step into my apartment. A movement caught my peripheral vision and I saw Paul at the top of the stairs with his gun out and held low in both hands. Paul lifted his chin and quickly moved his head, indicating I needed to get in my apartment.

As I closed my apartment door, I could hear wood splintering as the heavy front door was breached. I slammed my apartment door and moved backwards to the breakfast bar. I glanced around and didn't see Steve, but heard the sounds of my bedroom window being opened.

The sounds coming through from entryway of the apartment building were sharp yelps but I couldn't understand the words.

I moved to the short hall and glanced in the bedroom. Steve was half in, half out of the window and his feet waved in the air, appearing like he was trying to find a way to climb out further. There was a dull thud as he made it through and fell to the ground.

"Hands in the air, Quinlan," I heard Ted yell.

I moved back to the breakfast bar and couldn't hear anything from the entryway. I glanced outside and saw the street was filled with black and whites, their red lights rotating.

Was it over?

I moved to the living room, staying as far away from the window as I could. I saw Ted bring Steve around the side of the house, Steve's hands held behind him.

Looking to the right, I saw Paul, Jeff and Tim standing over two men on the ground. The men were belly down on the lawn with their hands cuffed behind them. Jeff and Tim had their guns out and held in both hands as Paul lifted up one of the men and passed him off to Officer Matthews.

Where was Ram?

I moved closer to the window, but couldn't see him anywhere. My eyes moved frantically, looking for him, seeing all his 'boys' as he called them, but not him.

I looked around for my phone and realized it was still in the green tote that I had thrown to Steve, but was in Ted's hands as he led Steve out to the front.

I ran out the apartment and saw the front door was open, the locks popped again. I stopped on the porch and yelled for Ted. He glanced at me as he put Steve in the back of one of the patrol cars, the green tote still in his hands.

"Need my phone from the bag," I yelled. Ted held up a hand, which I thought was his way of asking me to wait a minute. I sat down on the steps and continued to watch as the officers worked to get the men in handcuffs in cars. There were a lot of officers on their cell phones as the black and whites, with cuffed men inside, pulled away and drove off down the street.

Paul and Ted made their way to me. I heard footfalls behind me and turned. Sara was coming down the stairs, her eyes trained on Paul. She made her way outside and sat next to me.

"You okay, Mari?" Paul asked.

"I will be," I answered. "Where's Ram?"

"On his way," Ted answered and handed me the bag. I wasted no time in pulling out my cell and calling him myself.

"I'm on my way, Pyari. Okay?" He said without preamble.

"Yes, honey," I whispered into the phone, and as I disconnected I found my hands were still shaking.

Paul was talking softly with Sara and Ted was back on his phone as I waited for my man. As soon as I saw his black truck, I was up and off the porch in record time.

I ran down the sidewalk, into the street watching him get out of his truck and move quickly to me.