Misinformed: Chapter Fourteen

Grimm woke with a heavy sigh. He rolled over, stretching out across the bed looking for Isla. He searched for her long, soft her, her warm skin. All he found were cold sheets and empty pillows. Grumbling and rubbing his eyes, Grimm sat up and looked across the lonely island that was the bed.

“Where the hell is she?” Grimm looked around the room and saw the door was ajar, bright light leaking through. He could hear Sophie and Isla just outside speaking in hushed but excited voice. 

Grimm laid back down for a moment, laying his forearm over his eyes as he sunk back into the bed. Last night, in an attempt to comfort Isla, he had let her take hold of his horns and ride his face. He could still slightly taste on his lips and he felt  his cock stir.

“Not now morning wood,” he growled as a warning to himself.

For years now he and Isla had been having their little fling. It started when she was an intern and teased him mercilessly. Isla would leave him pranks around the office, her favorite being glitter bombs. Grimm always got her back, often times dumping glitter all over her desk or filling the vents of her car with it. Then the pranks went from fun teasing into something more akin to flirting. The first time they had sex it was on Beauchamp’s desk while he had been vacuuming the carpet.  

It was one of Grimm’s favorite memories. Her selkie coat was the only thing she kept on, her beautiful white hair spilled out on the dark wood of the desk and her small hands pressed against his broad chest.

“I’ll be back in just a second, let me find something.” Isla came into the bedroom and Grimm sat up. Both of them looked at one another and Isla shut the door.

“Sorry, did we wake you?” Isla’s hair was pulled back into a sloppy ponytail and several loose strands hung in his face. She looked cute and comfortable in her oversized sweater and fur coat.

Grimm shook his head. “Come here.” He crooked his finger at her. 

Isla scoffed and smirked at him. “What for?” She walked up to the edge of the bed.

“Just come here,” Grimm growled. He pulled her up onto the bed and pressed a kiss to her soft lips. “Come here.”

“I’m here,” Isla moaned as his lips trailed down her neck and shoulder. “What are you doing?” She pressed her hand to his chest.

“Let me taste you again.” Grimm laid her back in bed. “I keep thinking about you.”

Isla sighed. “Horn dog.” She then smiled up at him. “What about you, ragining bull?” She rubbed her foot to the tented front of his pajamas. “This cock of yours feels awfully demanding.”

“It is.” Grimm kissed her again, letting Isla wrap her good arm around his neck. “But you’re the most demanding of all.”

Isla bit his cheek. “You’ve not fucked me proper since I got hurt. Don’t get me wrong, grabbing your horns and riding your face is a thrill.” She pet his face and ran her fingertips along his lips. “I like riding the bull the regular way the most.”

“I don’t want to push anything,” Grimm confessed gently. He kissed her palm and looked into her eyes. “I can take care of my cock. It doesn’t care how it gets off.”

“I’m fairly certain it does.” Isla wrapped her legs around his thick waist. “I bet it much prefers my soft, silky pussy to your gross hand.”

Grimm’s cock rubbed directly to Isla’s heat then. “Isla-” he choked on his own voice.

Isla kissed him and licked at his lips. “I’m not going to break just because I got a little boo-boo.”

“You got shot, idiot,” Grimm snarled.

“Tis but a flesh wound.” Using her foot she kicked off his pajama bottoms and his cock laid against her plump thigh. “Fuck me.”

“Isla,” Grimm growled warningly. “Sophie is right outside.”

“Then you’ll just have to stay quiet, won’t you?” Isla smirked wickedly. “Hurry, I want it now.” She combed her fingers through his dark hair. 

Grimm lifted up and pushed up Isla’s sweater. He unlatched her comfy bra and her breasts sloshed out. He pet his large palm up her center and watched her breathe for a moment. 

“All I wanted last night was your cock,” Isla mewled. “But I wasn’t sure what asking for it would do.”

Grimm smiled and cupped her cheek. “You should always get what you want.” He placed his thumb on her tongue and watched as she sucked him. “A brat like you-” his voice was growing darker. He reached down, tugging away Isla’s panties. He rubbed his fingers along her pronounced slit and felt her wetness seeping out.

“Hurry,” Isla moaned.

Grimm rubbed his flared tip to her, watching as she opened wide to take him. Isla bit down on his thumb and growled deep in her chest. Her long lashes fluttered and a satisfied smirk crossed her lips. 

“I love that.” Isla reached up and Grimm fell into her grasp.

His hips moved slowly before building speed. Isla watched him, admiring how big and strong he looked in the shadows. She closed her eyes, focusing on him inside her. He had always been a tight fit. Their first few times hand to end up in oral or fingers until she grew used to his size. 

“Isla,” Grimm growled.

She looked up into his eyes and lost her breath for a moment. “Come here,” she grabbed him again, kissing him hungrily as he rutted his hips. Grimm’s cock twitched and throbbed as Isla’s lips opened and she let out a pleasured wail. Grimm kissed her, pushing deeper into her as he tried to keep her silent. 

Isla felt his cock release inside. His thick, warm cream dribbled down her slit and between her cheeks. She giggled, biting on the inside of her cheek. 

“Better?” She purred as Grimm started to pull himself out.

“Than?” He chuckled.

“Your hand.” Isla relaxed on the bed, enjoying the sensation of him spilling from her lips. “Admit it, your cock is discerning.”

“Of course I prefer your wonderful pussy over my own dumb hand.” Grimm whispered into her ear.

Isla giggled smugly. “I knew it.”

Gimm’s fingers sunk inside her, watching as his cum squished out. “You should get cleaned up before you go back to Sophie.”

“I like knowing you’re inside me. It’s my own stupid secret.” Isla went to the bathroom to mop up and then slipped on new panties. She fixed her hair back then grabbed a jumpdrive from her side table. 

“What are you two doing out there?” Grimm asked as he got dressed.

“Busy work.” Isla tugged him down and planted a soft kiss on his lips. “Thank you for that. I really needed you.”

Grimm rubbed her back and pressed his forehead to hers. “I’ll always be here when you need me.”

Isla kissed him again before stepping outside. “Sorry it took me a minute,” she said to Sophie. “I couldn’t find it.”

Sophie looked at her knowingly. “Oh, sure.” She stretched and grunted as he back popped. “I’ve found five.” She itched under her sloppy bun as she recorded things down on a yellow legal pad.

Isla sat back down at her computer and placed the jumpdrive into it. “Well he has his laundering taken care of neatly,” she scoffed.

Grimm came into the room, tugging his shirt down. “I still haven’t gotten a straight answer. What the hell are you two doing?”

“Batshit crazy stuff,” Isla waved him over. “You know, women things. Just shut up and come here.” She grabbed his neck as he leaned down behind her and she held him.

“We’re charting down businesses or properties owned by Beauchamp,” Sophie explained, holding up her legal pad. The cardboard backing rippled and curved from constantly being clenched in her fist.

When Silas hadn’t called in to Isla or Grimm’s phone for an update, Sophie had started to suspect the worst. Ever since the previous night, she had been going over her own documents and folders she had been working on for Beauchamp. In the night, her searchings must have escalated and Isla was brought into it.

“Just because he didn’t make his update call doesn’t mean he’s missing,” Grimm said with a shake of his head. “I don’t think he’d get captured so easily.” He was trying to keep Sophie calm, but he was sure it wasn’t breaking through.

“Probably not,” Isla shrugged. “But isn’t it better for us to cover all our bases just in case?”

Grimm sighed and shrugged, leaning back in as Isla began showing him on the map the places Beauchamp owned or at least had his stamp on.

“He owns a shit ton of property downtown,” Sophie murmured. “If he’s planning anything to catch Silas, it’d probably be down there.”

“The warehouse,” Grimm tapped the screen, “maybe. But I would actually stake my money on the old steak house, forgive the pun.” He tapped a circle on the map and Isla narrowed her eyes.

“What makes you think that?” Sophie asked.

“It has easy access,” Isla spoke up over Grimm. “Back alley is covered, no one could see anything from there, considering those buildings are mainly storage or business. No one would be there at night.” She said with a shake of her head as Grimm tried to continue himself. “You could easily get into the back with no one seeing you. And since it’s a restaurant it wouldn’t seem suspicious for the activity like that.” She smirked her lip curling up at the corner. “Not to mention it has an underground basement. You could hold interrogations down there all day long and no one would hear a damn thing.”

Sophie leaned closer, all three of them focused on the circle on the map. “So-” she whispered. “Do you think that’s where he would take Silas?”

“To cover his tracks, probably,” Grimm nodded. “But I am telling you, you’re worrying over-”

“I feel it,” Sophie interrupted. “I can’t explain it, and I don’t quite believe it myself, but I just somehow know that something is wrong! I can feel dread and cold deep in my bones and I can’t shake it.” She swallowed, her throat painfully tight. “He hasn’t contacted Isla. He hasn’t sent you an updated number from a burner phone.” Sophie rubbed her hands up her face and took a few deep breaths.

“Something isn’t right,” she whispered before taking down her hair. She fidgeted with it, tying it in a ponytail, then taking it down before putting it back in a bun again. “It’s been three days since we last heard from him. That’s two days longer than comfortable for him.” She wrapped her arms around herself, the legal pad hitting her back. “Beauchamp tracked my phone, he knows where we are. I think that we should leave this place before he can get through the snow.”

Grimm furrowed his brow and stood tall with his shoulders going stiff. “And where are going to go? At least here we would know when someone is coming.”

“The cottage maybe?” Isla replied. She rapped his fingers against the arm of her chair. “Last place Beauchamp would expect any of us to go.”

“He probably has that place under constant surveillance,” Grimm shook his head. “I assure you, he has been watching Silas like a fucking hawk. He knows when that man shits, I will guarantee you that for sure.”

Isla frowned up at Grimm. “Even if he has Silas locked up?”

“I bet you that Beauchamp is expecting Sophie to show up.” Grimm looked at Sophie then back at the ground. “There’s probably a goon sitting in the park in eyeshot of the house making hourly updates.”

“Then where do you suggest we go?” Isla stood up. “With that logic, he has eyes on all our homes, even Thomas’,” she scoffed.

“Yeah, good to see you thinking that,” Grimm rubbed at his chin. “I suggest we try and get somewhere close to the steakhouse so we can keep our eyes on the place. See if Beauchamp and whoever else leaves it or goes in.” Grimm’s ears twitch. “And yet, we want to get far enough away he won’t track us.”

Sophie gasped and lifted her head. “William,” she whispered. She looked at Isla who was starting to glare. “He can let us have access to his studio,” she said. “He doesn’t have any classes or group sessions right now so we could hide there. Beauchamp wouldn’t think to have anyone set there.”

Grimm arched his brows, “that’s...actually not a bad idea.”

“I don’t want to involve William in this,” Isla’s voice was unsure. “What if something happens and-”

“You’d do the same for him.” Sophie urged. “Go ahead and tell me you wouldn’t do everything possible to help William!”

Isla glanced down at her phone and she sighed, “fuck.”

Sophie inched in closer to her, her eyes pleading. “Please,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “You know it’s what William would want you to do.”

Isla turned back to her, her eyes narrowing.

“If he knew, you know he would be doing this already. That he would be doing what he thought was right-” Sophie licked her lips. “I know you don’t want to get anyone else involved or, god forbid, hurt,” she took a shuddering breath. “But William could be our only hope. He can be what saves us.”

Isla cast her eyes back to her phone.

“All we need is the keys,” Grimm joined in. “He leaves the keys for us somewhere safe. Then he takes himself and your parents somewhere far away. We retrieve the keys and go there. He doesn’t even need to see us.”

Isla swallowed. “We share a P.O box,” she murmured. “He can leave the keys there and then that’s it.” She reached for her phone with a shivering hand and clutched it.

Sophie reached out and took it, “this was my idea,” she replied. “I’ll ask him.”

“Sophie,” Isla tried to speak up but Sophie already had the phone on her ear. Isla sighed and leaned back in the chair, slouching deeply.

“This is our best option,” Grimm put his arm around her and nestled his cheek to her hair. “The best way to end this.”

“I know,” she grumbled like an irritated cat. “I know,” she exhaled loudly.

Sophie walked off with the phone and Isla placed herself in Grimm’s lap. He hugged her tight, rubbing her back and kissing the top of her head. 

“It will all be ok,” Grimm whispered.

“I hope so.” Isla closed her eyes and rested her head on him. “I’m so tired of this feeling. I just want things to get back to normal.”

“I know,” Grimm murmured.

“When everything is said and done, I’m going to find a nice little place to move into.” She clutched Grimm’s hand and squeezed it tight. “And you’re going to move in with me.”

Grimm chuckled and lifted her hand, kissing her knuckles. “Is that a command I hear?”

“Where else would you want to live when you could live with me? You could fall asleep beside me, wake up there too.” She lifted her head and looked at him with teary, watery eyes. “I wouldn’t mind it at all.”

Grimm slipped his fingers under Isla’s chin and tilted her head up. “And why wouldn’t you mind it?”

“You know,” Isla growled. “Now isn’t the time you big idiot.”

Grimm chuckled. “When we move in together, you’re going to have to tell me everyday, you know?”

“I know.” Isla hid her face against his neck again. “So what would you prefer? House? Apartment?”

“Don’t care,” Grimm held her tight again. “Maybe a tree house.”

Isla chuckled. “Can you climb a ladder?”

“Shut up.” Grimm pinched her thigh and she squealed.

Sophie came back into the room. “William is going to leave the keys in the P.O box she said. “He said we could use the studio as long as we needed to, he’ll move any classes or sessions to another location if need be.”

“What did you tell him?” Isla sat up in Grimm’s lap. 

“Enough,” Sophie handed Isla back her phone. “I’m going to go start packing. I think we should leave here as soon as we possibly can.”

Isla slipped off Grimm’s lap. “I agree,” she huffed. “Let’s try and leave tonight if we can.”

“Tonight?” Grimm stood up. “Do you know how dangerous that is?”

“What other option do we have?” Isla turned back to him. “We die on the road or we die here like sitting ducks. I’d much prefer the road.”

“You don’t know he would kill us,” Grimm sighed, following Isla into the bedroom.

Isla closed the door behind him. “Take you pants off.”

Grimm’s ears stood up and he looked around a bit shocked. “Excuse me?”

Isla pulled off her sweater, only wearing her selkie coat. “You heard me, taking your pants off right now.”

“Wait, wait wait,” Grimm backed up to the edge of the bed and fell back into a sitting position. “What am I taking them off for? I can wear them, we ain’t gotta pack them.”

“If we’re going to die I want to die having had you as much as I possibly could.” Isla sat in his lap, naked. “Take your dick out.”

Grimm snickered and cupped her cheek. “You brat.”

Isla smiled at him. “Just covering all bases.” She smoothed her fingertips along his lips. “Don’t gotta hurry this time.”

Grimm sighed and kissed her, letting Isla push him down onto the bed. “I’d like a shower actually.”

“Afterwards.” Isla bit his neck. She unzipped his jeans. 

“I hope you’re not going to be this bossy to me when you’re my plump little housewife,” Grimm teased.

Isla sat up, tugging at the gold hoop through his nose. “You’re going to me my plump big househusband,” she scowled down at him. “You’re going to take care of me while I’m running around being a powerful, terrifying lawyer.”

Grimmed growled and ran his hands up her thighs. “I like the sounds of that actually.”

“I know you do.” Isla kissed him. “Now come here.”