Parker: A Reed Security Romance

to let us in.”
“Just fucking tell them to call Knight,” I mumbled, letting my head fall to the side again.
“Hey!” she shouted, but I swatted at her the best I could and nodded off to sleep, only to jump when there was a sharp rap on the window my head was resting against.
“What the fuck?” I grumbled, squinting out at the face on the other side of the window. “Oh goodie.”
Knight opened the door and looked down at my stomach. “How the hell did that happen?”
“Xena, the Warrior Princess,” I grumbled.
“Who?”
I jerked my chin toward the woman and moved to step out of the car. It took a lot more effort than I thought, and when I stood, the world spun around me. I collapsed, feeling hands catch me and then a shit ton of swearing. I smiled at the fact that I was swearing about the shit ton of swearing in my head.
“What the fuck are you smiling about? You got flayed with glass.”
“A window,” I corrected.
“Goddamnit. Kate’s gonna be pissed at me.”
“That your wife?”
“Don’t even fucking speak her name,” he growled at me. I felt my body being lifted and then I was laying down on something that felt surprisingly like a bed.
“Do you sleep outside?” I asked, looking around at the night around us.
“Why the fuck would you ask that?”
“It’s just that I’m in a bed and we’re outside,” I mumbled.
“You’re on a fucking gurney.”
I grinned. Well, that made a hell of a lot more sense than a bed being outside. Although, sleeping outside wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.
“Would you just shut the fuck up?” Knight snapped. “Jesus, I don’t need a running commentary on every fucking thing you’re thinking.”
“He did it all the way here,” my mystery woman said.
I waved for Knight to come closer. He leaned down and I whispered loudly to him, “Don’t tell her too much, Knight. She’s FBI.”
“You brought an FBI agent here?” he asked, rearing back. “Why the fuck would you do that?”
“Shh,” I said, glancing at the woman again. Fuck, she was hot, but she did shove me through a window, so I had to gage the hotness factor against the killer factor. I glanced back at Knight, waving him closer again. “Didn’t bring her. She shoved me through a window. Totally kicked my ass, but don’t tell her that.”
“I’m standing right here,”my mystery woman scoffed.
I laughed to myself again, not really sure why, but it was kind of funny. I was former military and just got my ass handed to me. My life was in shambles and the woman that took me out was former FBI. I was so fucked. I peeled my eyes open, wondering why the hell I was in some bright hallway now. “Where the fuck am I?”
“Reed Security,” Knight grumbled. “Kate’s on her way over.”
“The wifey?”
“Do you want me to shove the glass the rest of the way through?” he snapped.
I tried to lift my head to glance down, but it felt like a lead weight. I wasn’t going anywhere. “Do you think it would be easier to get out?” He shook his head. “I say let’s give it a try.”
I placed my hands on the glass, but when I was just about to shove the glass down, someone else entered the room, eyes wide as he ran toward me.
“Whoa! No, no, no! What the fuck are you doing?”
“Oh, hey man.” I snapped my fingers, or I tried to. “Hunter, right? Pappy,” I said, popping the P. “Pappy Papacosta. The Papster.”
“What the fuck did you guys give him?” Hunter said, leaning over me and shining a light in my eyes.
“I may have given him a little something,” my mystery woman said. I saw Hunter glare at her, but she just shrugged. “What? He was in pain and he was being a pain in the ass. I had some stuff from the bureau in my bag, so I stuck him. He didn’t even notice.”
“Mystery woman,” I mumbled. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
“One can only hope so,” she shot back.
“But you did try to save my life after you killed me. You love me, don’t you?”
“I hardly know you.”
I grinned, lifting my hand to pat her cheek. “Yeah, you love me.”
“What’s he talking about ‘the bureau’?” Pappy asked. “Did you bring a fed here?”
“Awww, does that scare you?” I asked, then giggled. I tried to slap my hand over my mouth, but hit my chest instead. “Relax, she’s FBI ex.”
“She’s ex-FBI,” Hunter clarified.
I nodded in a rounded way, grinning like a fool. Whatever this woman gave me, it was good shit. “Hey, hey, Knight,” I said, reaching out to grab onto his arm. “Maybe you could talk to her about the thing that you were thinging about.”
He glared at me, snatching my hand from his arm and tossing it back at me. “Can you knock him the fuck out?”
“Not unless I know what she gave him,” Hunter sighed. “Do you know the name of the medication?” he asked my mystery woman.
She shrugged. “I’d like to hear more about what he has to say.”
“Knock him the fuck out,” Knight growled.
I looked to Hunter, who was staring at Knight. “Did you tell him?” Hunter asked.
I swung my gaze over to Knight, laughing when everything swirled around me.
“I didn’t tell him shit. That doesn’t mean that I want him opening his mouth.”
“I’d definitely like him to open his mouth. This sounds intriguing,” my woman grinned.
I grabbed at her hand, pulling her closer to me. “Hey, what’s your name?”
“Why?”
“Because saying Mystery Woman takes too much fucking time. So unless your name is Madame Bijou or Carly Jo Anne, knowing your name would make this a lot easier.”
“I say we just shoot him,” Knight said, crossing his arms over his chest.
“He’s your guy,” Hunter said incredulously.
“Yeah, I’m your guy,” I tried to say indignantly.
“He didn’t get the job done.”
“How do you know?” I asked, motioning with two fingers for Knight to come closer. “It’s the girl,”