Chapter 7

"Should we go talk to her?" Evans asked, dragging his eyes from the lesbian couple to Derek's face.

"Well, not now, she's... Well, busy," Derek said as his eyes raked through the action taking place.

"So, what do we do?" Evans asked lost.

"Uhmm... Well, do you want to dance?"

Evans thought about it, keeping quiet for a while. "No, no." Derek looked at him with a mischievous smile.

"Why?" He asked.

"N- nothing, just not in the mood. I'm also really tired. Let's just go talk to her." Evans suggested again.

"Evans, no one here knows my profession. If I go meet her and show her my badge saying I have some questions for her, you think she wouldn't announce it to everyone that I am a detective."

Evans didn't see anything wrong with that, so he asked, "Would that be so bad?"

"Yes, it would. This is where the main gist is, everyone comes here and once they get drunk, their mouth run. They spill out things they won't even remember saying the next morning." He looked round the dance floor, then spotted someone. "You see that guy over there?"

"The one humping that lady with the big behind?" 

"Yeah, he is the reason why his best friend is in jail. He doesn't even remember the night he told me everything. All it took was a couple of drinks, and his best friend was put in jail for the robbery at Angie's, a boutique down town."

"Wow!" Evans said amazed. "Just how many guys have you busted from this?"

"Not much really, about six or seven... Hey! Look, our girl is alone." Evans glanced back, and there she sat, her partner had just left. "Let's go."

"What n-now?" Evans asked, stuttering as he felt nervous all of a sudden.

"You're right, you stay here, I will go question her myself," Derek said and without waiting for a reply, he walked away. Evans sat still, quite relief, but he also wanted to be there while Derek was questioning her.

"Why, I never thought he would get bored so soon." Evans jumped up, startled by the voice that just spoke, he turned round to see Luke.

"Excuse me?"

"And even for a girl!" He laughed. "If I was the one, that would never happen."

Evans eyes sparked up in anger. "Well, you would never find out, would you? Because he would never give you a chance. Now, if you would excuse me." He got up and walked over to Derek, who had just sat down beside the lady. "Derek Boo-boo bear!" He called out loud, making a confused Derek turn to him.

He approached Derek and straddled him, his eyes twinkling. Derek froze, eyes wide open, he glanced at the lady who was watching them amused, then back at Evans. "What's going on?" He whispered.

Evans said nothing, just shot him a smile, he leaned forward, bending his head towards Derek. "Evans?" Derek asked unsure, he wondered if it was the drink they had taken, Evans had just one glass, that wasn't enough to make him drunk.

"Shhhh!" Evans hushed him, and placed a finger on his lips. "You talk too much." And with that he placed his lips on Derek's. As soon as his lips landed on Derek's, Evans realized what he had just done, he wanted to slap himself for ruining Derek's plan just to make Luke jealous. He pulled back immediately, and cursed under his breath. "I'm sorry." He told Derek and moved away, sitting down beside him. They sat still for a while, each of them thinking about what had just happened.

"What? Did you guys stop the action because of me?" The lady asked, her voice held disappointment. "Come on, just pretend I am not here, it's been long since I saw boy on boy action, especially hot ones."

Derek and Evans stared at her in shock, her words finally bringing them back. She stared at them confused, her lips in a sad pout. "What?" She asked. "Was it something I said?"

Derek shook his head, he had a job to do here. "Do you want to tell us about your discussion with El Torento?" He blurted out.

She froze and stared at the two of them, Evans wondered what she was going to do, run away, or raise attention to them. She looked round the room, like she was searching for someone, then she looked back at them. The mischievous and playful look replaced with a serious one. "Who is asking?"

"You don't need to know my real identity, just know that I am someone that can put you in jail."

"You're a detective," She said, then she glanced at Evans. "You, I know you, are you also a detective?"

Evans stared at her speechless, he then nodded his head. "I- I am h-his partner," He stuttered.

She shook her head, a small smile on her face. " You may be a good dancer, but you're a bad liar." She looked away from us. "Well, ask me whatever you want to know, my men are watching us, and if you stay beside me for a long time, they've been ordered to approach. I think it would be better if you guys made out, you can ask me your questions and I will answer them." She glanced down at her phone, typing away like she hadn't just spoken to them.

Evans stared confused, and then before he knew it, Derek was grabbing him and placing him back on his laps, so Evans was straddling him again. 

"So, how about you start by telling me who Louis Fellington is?" He said just as he lifted his lips to Evans.

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"I have to go now, meet me tomorrow in the address I sent to your number, come at four." Jane, as they've gotten her name said, standing up and walking away.

As soon as she was gone, Evans wiggled around, struggling to move away from Derek's lap, but Derek's firm hands were placed on his waist, holding him still.

"You know, you're not making it easy for me," Derek said softly, just beside Evans ear. "Keep wiggling like that and I might just have to take you on this chair, with everyone watching." Evans stopped immediately, his heart pounding really hard, he didn't want to move an inch, but his hard-on was pressed against Derek's and all he wanted to do, was rub against it, but he couldn't.

"Her men are still watching us, if we stopped immediately, it will bring up suspicion, and we don't want that," Derek informed him.

"S-So what do we-we do now?" Evans asked quietly.

"Well, we could entertain them," He said as he leaned forward, biting Evans ear lobe softly, then moving down to the sensitive bud just behind his neck.

Evans hitched a breath, as he felt Derek's warm tongue teasing him, he toes were curled as he tried hard not to give into his deepest desires, he shut his eyes tight, his breathe coming out in short gasps. "D- Derek, we should stop."

Derek shook his head, his hands came up to Evans chest, rubbing it, missing his hard nipples by just inches, his mouth was latched hard to Evans neck, his teeth grazing that area as he dropped a hickey there, he pulled back, smiling proudly at his work there. Then he stared at Evans, a gasp left his lips at the list filled eyes of Evans. He shot him a mischievous smile. "Do you want me to stop?"

Evans didn't know what to say, he couldn't even think straight, all he wanted to do was nod his head and allow Derek go on. But, he knew Derek had work, and if he let Derek continue, it will make his attraction towards him grow even stronger and they had a murderer to catch. "W- We should go." He got up, and without waiting for Derek he walked away.

Derek stared in shock at Evans as he walked away, the thought that he had done something wrong ate his heart. He got up and followed Evans as they headed towards the exit door.

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Jane watched as they walked away, she looked away from them and walked into the room. There Anita sat waiting for her— naked. "Why did you keep me waiting?" She asked, a sad pout on her face.

"I was attending to someone," Jane told her, walking towards the small fridge in the room, bringing out a glass of water.

"Someone? Another girl?" Anita asked alarmed.

"No Anita, why do you always think I am with someone else?" Jane asked, already getting irritated. Anita always wanted the attention on her, if she saw Jane talking to another lady, she quickly assumed Jane was flirting with her.

"Because you're usually with someone else!" Her voice rose a tad bit.

"Ok, I think you should leave, if this go on we are bound to end up in another fight." 

"You're right, I'm out of here." She got up and walked towards her clothe, which she had kept in one corner of the room. Jane watched her as she hurriedly wore her clothe. She walked towards by the door, one last look at Jane. "Call me when you're ready to apologize!" And with that she went out, slamming the door behind her.

Jane rolled her eyes, Anita was always acting up, she was a lady that needed attention on her always. But her mind went back to Louis, she hadn't been informed that he was dead. She had tried her best not to relay shock when she had gotten the information from the detective.

She picked up her phone, which she had earlier dropped on a small table beside the fridge. Scrolling through her contacts, she stopped at one in particular and dialled it. It rang for a while before the person picked.

"Yes boss?" 

"Torento, I need to speak with you."

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Derek and Evans drove on in silence, they hadn't said a word to the other since. Derek tried to get his mind off Evans by thinking on what Jane had told them earlier, she hadn't said much, but she had enough time to tell them that Louis had been working for them before he was sent to Gin's art shop, she had told Derek that they didn't kill Louis, they wouldn't kill the person that was supposed to deliver for them. 

Derek had seen the sense in that, why kill Louis if they wanted the same Louis to deliver the drugs for them, someone else had been in Gin's shop that night and that someone had stabbed Louis to death with Evans paintbrush.

He looked back at Evans who was staring out the window, his eyes closed. He gave a sigh and glanced back at the road. He wanted to apologize for coming onto him, if Evans didn't want him, he would never push him tot do something he didn't want to.

They finally arrived home, Derek parked his car, and Evans unfastened his seatbelt, and walked out before Derek. Derek rushed out of the car and after him. "Evans, wait!"

Evans didn't stop and walked into the house, Derek quickened his pace finally catching up to him, he grabbed him by his elbows. "Hey! Look at me," He said, his eyes begging. "I'm sorry ok, I didn't mean to-"

"You don't have to apologize Derek, you did nothing wrong." Evans told him quietly, he tried but couldn't free himself from Derek's strong grip.

"Then why did you-"

"Derek!" He turned around to see Greta, few feet behind them, she looked worried as she rubbed her hands nervously. "Greta? What's wrong?"

"Ok, don't freak out, but your mother is here."

"What?" Derek asked, his ears didn't believe the words they just heard, his hold on Evans fell, as his hands dropped beside him. Then he heard footsteps, heels hitting the tiled floor, they became louder as the person drew nearer. A woman came into view, her red heels were the first thing that caught Evans eyes, then up towards the black gown she wore, which just stopped below her knees, her long black hair flowing behind her back and her face bearing a striking resemblance to Derek.

"Hello son." She said in her clear British accent.

"Mother."