How May I Please You (The Darkest Kink #2) (The Darkest Kink Duet)

14. ~ Journey ~

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“Hey, Angie. It’s Detective Monroe,”I say into my cell as I sit in the living room with a glass of wine. The lights are out in the entire house, and you”re asleep in the basement after our scene, but I’m restless.

I can’t stop thinking about what happened at The Black Collar. You defended me in the most brutal, beautiful way, cutting that asshole’s tongue out of his mouth for disrespecting me. It was almost surreal to watch you handle him so viciously, which is what led us to the basement tonight. You tried Shibari for me, and while your rope work was a little clunky, I’m simply grateful that you made the attempt for me. You didn”t have to, but you”re so thoughtful, Sir. You take care of me in the best ways, and now it’s my turn to make sure you”re taken care of.

“Detective Monroe? You”re up late, aren”t you?” Angie Lu, the department’s clerk replies.

“Yes, I am, but tomorrow is my day off so it’s okay,” I reply.

“Oh, well then I understand. What can I do for you?” Angie asks.

“Well, I got a call from a friend tonight,” I say, weaving a web in my mind that comes out of my mouth as quickly as it hits my brain. “She was extremely upset and claimed that her boyfriend got into an altercation while he was out at … well, I don”t want to put her personal business out there, but … he was at a BDSM club. She said they were on the phone together while he was walking back to his car as he left, and she heard shouting and scuffling. Then the line went dead and she hasn’t heard from him since. She knows I’m a detective so she called me to see if I’d heard anything, so I’m just calling to check if any calls have come in tonight about an assault at any clubs.”

The sound of Angie clicking away at her computer lets me know she’s looking, and after a short minute she has the answer I’ve been waiting for.

“Actually, yes,” she says. “There was a 911 call made by a bouncer at a club called The Black Collar in Center City. The bouncer claimed a man was attacked in a nearby alley and had his tongue sliced in two. EMS responded, as did two officers. The victim, Jay Brock, was escorted via emergency transport to Thomas Jefferson University Hospital about an hour ago.”

“Oh, wow,” I exclaim, putting on my best performance. “I can’t believe it. Yeah, Jay Brock. That’s my friend’s boyfriend. Okay, assign my name to that case, Angie, and I’ll take it from here. Thanks so much for your help.”

“You got it, Detective. Have a nice night.”

“Oh, I definitely will.”

I’m notsure it even registered with you when I left the house a little while ago. To your credit, you’ve had an exhausting evening. You fought for me in the middle of an alley. You took your first crack at Shibari, and then you fucked me senseless the way you know I love it. When I tapped you on the shoulder to tell you I needed to handle my newest case, you simply said you loved me before going back to sleep, snoring the second your eyes closed. I smiled at you and rubbed your cheek, knowing you wouldn”t have to worry about anything by the time I returned to our bed.

It’s a risk walking into Thomas Jefferson University Hospital. Jay Brock is the man you brutalized on my behalf tonight, and I don”t know if he was found in the alley or if he cried to the bouncer for help, but somehow he had the police called for him. I was worried this could happen, but I have a plan that I think is foolproof, Sir. Time will tell. Unfortunately for Jay, I recognize the two officers sitting outside his hospital room as soon as I round the corner from the nurse’s station. Apparently, his call went to the Seventh Precinct.

“Good evening, gentlemen,” I greet them as I round the corner.

Officers Jenkins and Flannery both stand when they see me.

“Hey, Detective Monroe. How’s it going?” Jenkins asks, shaking my hand.

“I’m good,” I answer. “I hear we have a guy with a sliced tongue.”

Flannery nods. “Yeah, it’s gruesome. The bouncer who made the call says this guy was antagonizing patrons as they entered and exited the club, so it could”ve been anybody. But what’s left of the victim’s tongue is so swollen now that he can’t even speak. We tried to take a statement but he was in a lot of pain. The doctor’s sedated him and are preparing him for surgery to try and reattach his tongue, so we were planning on waiting until after he’s in recovery to take his statement.”

“They’re going to try to reattach it?” I ask with raised brows.

“Yeah, that’s the crazy part,” says Jenkins. “The guy had the cut piece of his tongue in his hand when he approached the bouncer. The EMTs put it on ice in the ambulance before driving him here.”

“Shit,” I exclaim, fighting back a smile. “Okay, well luckily for you two, I’m assigned to this case, and if they’re about to take him into surgery, I’m not waiting for him to recover before I get his statement. Is he awake right now?”

“I don”t think so,” Flannery answers. “They sedated and drugged him to try to bring down the swelling before the surgery.”

I nod. “Interesting. Well, let’s see if he’s awake enough.”

Without another word, I burst through the door and walk over to Jay Brock. He’s asleep in his bed with a mound of cotton balls in his mouth. His face is bruised and battered from the damage you inflicted on him, and his nose is visibly crooked. This is what happens when you disrespect me. God, I fall more in love with you every day.

“Jenkins, wake him up for me please,” I say to the uniformed officer closest to me.

“You got it.”

Jenkins steps up to the bed and places a hand on Jay Brock’s shoulder, shaking him gently as he says his name. It takes a moment for Jay to open his eyes and shake off the fog of the medicine coursing through his veins, but eventually he makes eye contact with Jenkins.

“Sorry to bother you, Mr. Brock,” Jenkins says. “I know you”re tired and have been through a lot, but it’s imperative that we get your statement before you go into surgery. We don”t want you to forget anything, and a detective has been assigned to your case. So, if you”re up to it, we need to get this statement right now. Then you can go back to sleep. Sound good?”

Jay nods.

“Good,” Jenkins continues. “Alright, this is Detective Monroe from the Seventh Precinct. She’s a fantastic detective who will help you put all of this together and bring in the people who attacked you. Give her every detail you can by writing it down on this notepad.”

Jenkins hands Jay a small pad and pen from his pocket, and Jay nods again. Then, Jenkins moves aside and I step forward. The second Jay sees my face, his eyes widen so much I think they”ll fall out of his face and roll onto the floor. With Jenkins and Flannery behind me, I allow myself to smile at Jay while showing him my badge so that he knows just how fucked he is.

“Good evening, Mr. Brock,” I say, still smiling as I sit on the edge of his bed. “As my friend, Officer Jenkins said, I’m Detective Monroe from the Seventh Precinct. I understand you were attacked tonight, is that correct?”

Jay stares at me, tears quickly filling his eyes.

“Aww, I know the memory of the attack is hard to relive,” I go on. “But I need you to think about it … keep thinking about exactly what happened to you in that alley, and try to remember who your attacker was. Picture their face in your mind. I’m going to ask you some questions, and you can either write the answers down or simply nod your head. Either way is fine with me. Can you do that for me?”

Jay nods slowly, fear entombing his body.

“Good, let’s start with the basics. Your name is Jay Brock, and your address is listed as 2305 Fairway Terrace in Colonial Park on your driver’s license. Is that correct?”

A single tear falls down Jay’s cheek as he nods.

“Good. It’s important that we get that right so that we know exactly where to find you if things don”t go well … I mean, if we need to ask you more questions. Now, were you attacked in the alley next to The Black Collar BDSM club tonight?”

He nods up and down.

“Okay,” I reply, jotting the info down on my own notepad to make the show look real for everyone in the room. “How many people attacked you, Jay? Just nod when I say the right number. One? Two? Three?”

He nods.

“Oh, so three people attacked you. Interesting. Were they all male?”

Jay nods.

“Did you know these individuals?”

He shakes his head.

“Okay. You”re doing great, Mr. Brock. Now, here’s the most important question. Could you identify the people who attacked you? Do you remember their faces? Now, before you answer, just remember that my name is Detective Monroe, and I know where to find you … if you”re having trouble remembering the details. Now, could you identify the people who attacked you tonight?”

After a moment and more tears falling from his face, Jay shakes his head no.

I grin. “That’s too bad. Even if you saw security footage of people entering and exiting the club, you still couldn”t point them out?”

He shakes his head again.

I smile from ear to ear.

Good boy.