Killian's P.O.V

"Killian, look out!"

I turned just in time to see a man dressed in black wielding a knife, ready to strike. I grabbed his hand, pushing him back just as he was about to attack. I looked over at the person who called out to me. She had followed me down to the parking lot.

I shouted at her, "Get out of here!"

She shook her head. "No, I can't leave you. What if you need me?"

The man came at me again with the knife, poised to attack. I wasn't worried that he'd overpower me because I could tell that he was an amateur, not quite trained. I easily took him down and started to make my way over to her as she ran to me. Just as I got to her, I saw her eyes widened, and she screamed.

"NOO!!"

When I turned around, there was another man with a knife. I was ready to take him on, but she ran in front of me, throwing herself between me and the knife. I watched horrified, realising that I would not be able to get her out of the way in time. So, I twisted both of our bodies and heard her cried out as the knife sliced through the tender flesh on her shoulder.

Just then, my men came running into the parking lot, taking the man down before he could strike again. I grabbed her arm, putting pressure on the cut. My heart started beating really fast, as I saw her blood on my hand. Seeing her blood on my hand was far too much for my brain and heart to handle. Images of Lilly being shot and falling into the river flooded my head and I had to close my eyes to get rid of them.

Scooping her up in my arms, I carried her back to the suite. After opening the door, I kicked it shut and took her into her room. Placing her on the bed, I went into the bathroom and got the first aid kit that the hotel provided.

Ripping the sleeve of her dress, I inspected the cut and breathe a sigh of relief when I saw that it was not too deep. Working quickly, I cleaned it and bandaged it up. When she was fully bandaged up, only then did I look her in her face.

Anger, rage and, most of all, fear overtook me. I was mad that she put herself in that situation, but I was more upset that she caused me to relive memories that I worked so f**king hard to bury.

"Are you f**king stupid?! Why would you jump in front of a f**king knife?!"

She hissed, making me aware that I was gripping her arm tightly. I let go, apologising.

"I didn't want you to get hurt."

Her words angered me more. "So, you thought that getting yourself killed was the answer?!"

She shook her head, her shoulders slumping. I got up from in front of her, sighing deeply as I ran my still shaking hand through my hair. She stood as well.

"I'm sorry, I just couldn't stand the thought of you being hurt."

She looked so small and dejected, which made all the anger left me. It was partly my fault, anyway; I should have been more alert.

Tears rolled down her cheeks, and I wiped them away with my hand. She sniffed, trying to compose herself.

I sighed. "You can never do something like that again. You don't understand what it does to me watching you get hurt."

She smiled and nodded. I knew that she took the meaning of my words the wrong way, so I tried to put some distance between us, but I found that I couldn't. looking at her face that was just like Lilly's, and with all the memories of her playing in my head. I found that I didn't want to let her out of my sight, even if she wasn't my wife.

Trying my best to banish those blasted memories, I closed my eyes tightly and force myself to think of something else. However, with my eyes closed and the soft melody of her voice sounding just like Red's, asking if I was okay, I lost it.

Without opening my eyes, I grabbed her face and brought her lips to mine. In my head, I wasn't kissing her. I was kissing the woman I watched and loved since I was thirteen.

She moaned against my lips, and my senses went wild. I deepened the kiss, guiding her to the bed as I do so. Her hand worked at the button on my shirt as mine worked at her. I was so caught up in the moment and my memories that if it wasn't for the ringing of my phone, I would have done something stupid.

I pulled back from her instantly, coming back to my senses. Standing, I looked at her, lying on the bed looking sexy as f**k, and completely willing. Turning away from her, I closed my eyes. A small chuckle escaped me. That face, that voice and that damn sexy body was my ultimate weakness, and someone has figured that out and was using it to ruin me.

"I'm sorry." She apologised.

I shook my head, "Don't be. It's not your fault, it's mine."

I turned to walk out of the bedroom, and she jumped from the bed, rushing over to me.

"Are you leaving?" She sounded panicked and scared.

Without facing her, I answered, "No. You get some rest, I'm going to get a drink."

As I walked out of the room, I realised that I've been going about this the wrong way. I was so focused on finding out which one of them was my wife that I neglected looking into the person that was pulling the strings.

"Can I join you? I could really use a drink after the day I had."

"Sure," I said, handing her a glass.

I wasn't going to leave her, but I did intend to get drunk. I had every intention to drown my memories.

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Lacey's P.O.V

"Wanna grab a drink after work?"

I turned to look at Olly. He's never asked me out for drinks before. We've been partners for years, and we've never met up outside of work.

"Yeah, sure, I guess, why not."

He smiled, but it wasn't just a casual smile. He smiled like a man that just got told yes by the girl he liked. I really hope I was wrong because I'd hate to have to turn him down and ruin our friendship.

"Great! I'll see you after work then."

I nodded and watched him walk off. Hayley wiggled her eyes at me from across the room. I shook my head. Of course, he was listening to Hayley. She must have been the one to tell him to try his luck.

Turning back to the computer in front of me, I continue to write up my report on a case that I closed earlier. It was the only thing I had left for the day. I wish that I could go home after it, but I had to stay and finish my shift. I could have started on a new case, but I normally like to start new cases early in the morning. It gave me more time to read over witness testimonies, and look at the evidence.

I was putting the finishing touches on my report when I felt a hand on my shoulder. Thinking it was Hayley, I turned with an irritated look. However, it left my face when I saw Richard looking down at me.

"I need to talk to you, now."

He didn't wait for me to follow. Turning, he walked into Hayley's office. I saw her give a disbelief look, and I shrugged my shoulders. She rolled her eyes, causing me to smile. Whenever Richard wanted to talk to me, he would find his way on the third floor and drag me into Hayley's office.

"Close the door behind you." He said as I walked in.

I closed the door. "What do you want to talk about?"

Even though I asked, I already knew the answer. Ever since that day at his mother's place, I've been anxiously waiting for him to approach me. The weekend was just two days away, so I knew that he was going to bring up us moving in with his mum.

"We need to address what happened at mums. I'm glad that you're back on your meds, but we need to talk about why you came off of it in the first place."

I nodded, pretending to agree with him. I wanted to come off as docile. I couldn't have him thinking that I was challenging him or being anything but submissive.

"I know, and I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me. When the doctor told me that my medication was suppressing my memories, I kinda freaked. But she did say that she made a mistake. But I guess I took it more seriously. I'm sorry Richard, I didn't mean to worry you."

He smiled at me reassuringly. I was nervous, but I tried not to let it show. Trying my best to control my nerves, I smiled back at him.

"I know, Peaches. That must have been a scary experience for you, especially with how hard you've been trying to regain your memories. Your reaction is totally understandable. However, I have to think about the triplet."

F**king bastard! I thought.

Coming closer to me, he placed his hands on my shoulders. For all intents and purposes, he looked like a caring husband, but I knew better.

"I don't think you should be alone anymore. I think you and the kids should move in with mum for a couple of months."

As he looked into my eyes, I couldn't hide the fear that I felt. And I knew that he saw it because his hands pressed down harder on my shoulders.

"I know that this is a big change for you, but I think after what happened you need to be around people who will look after you if you ever come off of your medication again."

I almost snorted. More like he wanted me to be around people who will force me to take those damn pills. Everything in me was screaming to protest, but I knew that I had to be patient. I had to wait him out.

"Yeah, you're right. I guess, spending a couple of months with mum wouldn't hurt, and the kids would love that."

He smiled triumphantly, pulling me into his embrace. I had to control my breathing and relax my body.

When he pulled back, the smile was still on his face. I saw him looked at my lips and I stiffened, praying that he didn't kiss me. He moved in as if to do it but pulled back just at the last minute. I breathe a sigh of relief. I didn't think I could handle a kiss from him.

"I'll be over this weekend to get you and the triplet. Pack as much as you can carry, and I'll get the movers to bring the rest."

I nodded. I didn't tell him that since it was only for a couple of months, I wouldn't be needing movers, but I knew what his intentions were.

"I've got to get back to work now, but I'll call you later."

I nodded again, fearing what my voice would sound like if I talked. He kissed my cheeks, then walked out of the room. Hayley followed in after him. She took one look at me and frowned.

"Are you okay? What did he want?"

I fought tears as I answered. "He wants us to move in with his mum."

"Are you sure you're okay?" She asked again, resting her hand lightly on my arm.

"Just f**king peachy."