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The Type You Save ~ F O U R

Detective James Barnes hasn't seen the love of his life in three years. Since the night she was almost caught stealing a painting. He knows it was her and she disappeared leaving him confused and heart broken.

Alexandra Richards never expected to be pulled back into her old life two years after she left it. She had found love and a home and was happy. Until a note blackmailed her to take one last job. Three years later she walked into the last person she expected to see in San Francisco. Because he lived in New York right?

They always put family before everything. And he would do anything to get his family back. Because she's the type you save.

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TW: mob, death, smut, rape intentions, angst, guns, family abandonment, dub-con, manipulation

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Previous : T H R E E

Series Masterlist ~ Main Masterlist

Three years earlier

“Because I don’t see the point in it.” James says fixing his tie in the mirror, tightening the knot at his throat as he prods a dimple just below the bulk. Exactly how Alexandra would do it for him but right now he needed to keep his hands busy and mind off of something.

“It’s nice, James. It’s nice to look at.” Her voice carries from the bathroom, and he can hear just a small smile in it. Knows he can still win this argument.

“It’s a thousand dollars and you’re giving me it’s nice to look at?”

“Well yeah, it’s kind of the whole point of art. People like to look at it. Take it in.”

“Yeah, that’s what galleries are for.” He likes that one, proud he came up with it. Has a comeback about museums ready to shout, too, if she didn’t back down. And Alexandra rarely gave up without a good fight, which was one of the reasons he loved her but also why he always lost so many of their arguments.

This wasn’t going to be one of those.

“Have you heard yourself?”

“Have you?”

“I’m buying it.” Alexandra says, voice closer now so when he turns, he sees her leaning against the doorway. Dress clinging on to every curve, rippling slightly as she crosses her legs beneath the satin green.

Knows his weakness. Knows that this is one way to get him to forget all his words.

“I think there’s a bigger discussion to be had.” James manages, hands still playing with his tie even though it’s done. Eyes following the shape of the woman in front of him, how he wishes it was his hands on her instead of his gaze.

“I’ll put it on my side of the room but you’re not allowed to look at it because you didn’t want it.” A sly smile, she knows she’s close to winning. But he has something.

“I didn’t say that. I just said I didn’t see the point in it.”

“Anyway, what’s a measly thousand dollars compared to your two?” Alex pushes away from the frame, dress dragging on the floor where she’s not wearing her heels yet.

And he can smell her now, has to stop himself from breathing her in. To following the scent and lapping it up with kisses as bitter as it might be. Doesn’t. Keeps himself distracted by studying her necklace against golden skin and freckles.

“Are we keeping tabs now?”

“I don’t know that depends, are you keeping secrets?” Alexandra tilts her head, looking for his eyes.

“Well fuck Alex, it’s hard to want to ask you to marry me when you are so damn stubborn, you know that?”

“What?” There it is. He wins. It’s barely a breath when she speaks.

“Well, that got you to drop the painting.” Bucky pulls out a small box from his pocket, soft against the callousness of the fingers that are much more at home around cold metals than soft velvet.

“James…”

“Yeah, Alexandra. I was going to ask tonight at dinner but then again, when do our plans ever work out the way we actually planned them?” He kneels in front of her, and she can do nothing but watch. Wondering how she got to be so lucky. That even in arguments there was always a love between them. That disagreements couldn’t break them.

Family over everything.

And this was that.

“Jamie, I…”

“Allie, will you marry me?”

“Yes! God, yes!” James slips the ring onto her finger, the perfect fit as it glides against her skin until it reaches knuckle. The sign of a promise made. One she didn’t want to break. Would keep forever. Would keep her going on her darkest days and remind her of love on the ones that were even worse.

A reminder of James and all his love.

“I love you so much.” He whispers as he stands, and she wraps her arms around his neck. He pulls her into him at the waist, not wanting to let go quite yet. This was theirs.

No one could make them forget that.

“I love you too.” Alexandra smiles against his neck and he should know that he didn’t win the argument. That she’s a fighter. “Now you can get me that painting as an engagement gift.”

“The ring is my engagement gift.” James scoffs, pulling away so he could kiss her. Wanting all of her all at once as if she wasn’t his forever.

“It’s really beautiful.”

“I know. You can put the painting above the bed.”

Alexandra wins. Because she always won with James.

James won when she said yes.

One month later…

Alex leaned back on the bed, throwing a hand dramatically over her eyes. “Do I have to?”

James gently pried her hands away from her face. “Alex, c’mon. We have to pick a date. So we can party and drink and celebrate you and me.”

“Fine.” She stops and looks at him. “Tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?”

“Yep. Your mom and sister can meet us at the courthouse with Steve and then we get married, go to dinner and come back here and make love to each other for the rest of the night.” She smiled sweetly at him.

“You don’t want a wedding?”

“I want you. I want to be officially yours. Don’t need anything after that.”

“What about your family? Friends?”

She shrugged. “You know I don’t have much of either. Ok, fine, Sandy can come too.”

James smiles at her. “So tomorrow. James and Alexandra. Bucky and Alex. Jamie and Allie.”

“Yeah, Jamie and Allie are getting married. We should call people.”

“I, James Buchanan Barnes take thee Alexandra Nicole Richards to be my lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health. I promise to honor, cherish, respect and love you, as long as we both shall live.”

James slid the matching ring onto Alex’s finger.

“I, Alexandra Nicole Richards, take thee, James Buchanan Barnes, to be my lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health. I promise to honor, cherish, respect and love you as long as we both shall live.”

The silver wedding band that Alex had picked the day after they got engaged slid onto James's hand. She had it inscribed. Jamie and Allie, Family over everything.

“You may kiss your bride.” James smiled as he kissed her gently, knowing she was his forever.

Who knew that four weeks later, everything would change.

Present day…

“I’m your husband Alex! You’re my wife! I had the right to know!”

“And it’s my job to protect you. How could I tell my hero cop husband that I was a criminal? That I did things, terrible things in my former life. That I ask for redemption every day. Which is why I went to work for Bishop. For a chance to protect the things I could. I didn’t want to leave. I didn’t want to lose time with you. You have no idea how hard this has been for me.”

“For you? I thought Grey had you killed. I looked every day for you. Alex, you are my soul mate. And when you left, you took a part of me with you.”

Alex feels like she has been punched. She knew he hurt but not this much. “I’m sorry. I thought I was doing the right thing.” Alex drops to the couch and sobs. The last three years had finally caught up with her.

James drops next to her and pulls her in. “I’m sorry. Baby, I’m sorry for yelling.”

“I… I deserve… it,” she gasps between hiccups.

“No, doll, no. As much as it kills me, I understand.” He held her close as she cried. Steve got up to get her a drink.

“Alex, can you tell us how you got mixed up in all of this?” Steve handed her a glass of water.

Alex took a couple of sips. She closed her eyes and looked up. James took the opportunity to wipe the tears away. “Ten years ago, my brother, Simon, was working for Grey. I was a freshman at MIT and Simon was a senior at Harvard. Simon, he held weekly games for Grey to hustle students. Turns out that Simon was skimming from the top. Almost $100 grand. When Grey and his goons finally noticed, Simon took off, leaving me behind.”

“Did you try to find him?” James asked.

“I did. But he sent me a letter a few weeks later, saying this was the last time I would hear from him. Grey didn’t realize I was his sister until I started asking questions about his whereabouts. My parents, they, umm, cut their losses with him. I went home for Christmas, and we had a falling out. I never went back home after that. My dad, he would send me an email once a month. About six years ago they stopped. He had died with my mom in an accident.”

“Which is why you said you had no family,” Steve sighed.

“My suspicion is that it wasn’t accident,” Alex continued. “It was Grey. I was working with him about two years by this time. He took me in after Simon, said he would take care of me. But that I would work with him on some projects he had. He, uh, offered me anything, money, clothes, jewelry, a house if I would just help him. He knew I was a whiz kid computer genius from what Simon had told him. And he used the heartbreak of losing my family to manipulate me into thinking I had a new one.”

“Jesus. That fucker brainwashed you into thinking he was the only one.”

“Yeah. I fell for it, hook, line, and sinker. Soon, he took my background in martial arts, ballet, and gymnastics to become ‘The Cat.’ He told me that every time we took something it was from someone who hurt innocents. I thought I was helping, doing the right thing. He would keep a tally, saying that he was saving money for me from the percentage of the things I stole. Turns out, it was the debt Simon owed.”

Alex stood up to stretch. “About six years ago, I was with Grey’s right hand, Walker, ironically called ‘the Hand’ for a job. I was supposed to take a necklace and he was only going to speak to the client who owed. Instead, Walker shot him in the head in front of his child. That wasn’t the plan. That wasn’t supposed to happen. I took off on a bike I found and when I went to talk to Grey, he said that I needed to keep my mouth shut. I knew then I needed to leave.”

James swallowed, not wanting to know the answer but needed to ask the question. “Were you in a relationship with him?”

Alex turned to look out the window. “Yes,” she whispered. “But after that night, I broke that part off with him. I was still a lieutenant I guess in his gang. But a friend, Nate, helped me get out a few months later. That’s how I ended up in New York. I went straight, went to night school, and met a guy who I fell in love with.” She smiled at James.

“So, you were out?”

“I was out. Until about two weeks after we got married. Grey found me, told me he needed me for one last job, the last of the debt I thought I had already paid. Steal the painting and he would go away.” Alex hesitated. But she needed to be honest. “He grabbed me, kissed me, and said the debt would be paid if I slept with him. I refused. Agreed to the job and traded my soul for your lives.” She looked at James, who was red in anger. “I would never do that to you. You know the rest.”

Alex sat back down, and James wrapped himself around her. “I wish you would have said something. We could have gotten that fucker sooner.”

“I knew Walker would be watching. I didn’t want to set him off. I wish I had done it different. I really do. But I put my real family first. And disappeared.”

“But we made it back to each other. Now, we can work together to bring Grey down.”

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