Chapter 20
Jaxon
Melody has all of my heart. Every single fractured piece, she absolutely owns me.
I take care of my little sparrow, wiping her clean. After tossing the rag into my clothes basket I lie back down with her. She has her arms folded under the pillow as she lies on her stomach, her head turned towards me.
“What are you thinking, little bird?”
“Just that your tenderness is always at war with your rough exterior. And I mean that in the most delectable way possible.”
“I would be anything for you. Rough, tender, degrading, praising, you name it baby, and I’ll be that for you.”
Melody lets out a soft, contented sigh. She looks beautiful in my bed, the sunlight washing over her skin casting a soft glow.
“I know you would be, and that scares me.”
“Why does that scare you, little sparrow?”
“Because I’m afraid there will be nothing left of my heart to give to you, you’ll own it completely.”
“That shouldn’t scare you baby. If your heart is mine, I’ll protect it with everything I am.”
Melody closes her eyes and lets out a small breath.
“Jaxon… please don’t break it. I don’t think I could survive it if you did.”
Melody admitting her heart is mine makes my chest clench with love. I love my little sparrow, and although Melody didn’t say it outright, I know that she loves me too.
“Also, Jax… umm… Thanks for being gentle with me for my first time… Well, at least my first consensual time. I don’t talk about it much—well, with anyone. But he stole everything from me, Jax. Everything,” she says, her breath catching.
My heart simmers with rage but also swells with pride at being her first. I refuse to even acknowledge what that fucker did to her as her first actual time.
I take Melody’s face in my hands and gently kiss the tip of her nose. “Of course, baby. Anything you need, but just so you know, I’m not letting him steal anything else. He can’t steal this from us, this is ours.” I motion between us.
“Thanks, Jax, for everything,” she says with a wink, the playfulness coming back into her eyes.
“Well, little sparrow,” I say, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, “I can promise that the next time we do this, I won’t be so gentle with you. But the best part is that you’ll be begging for more.”
“Ohh really?”
“Yep. The next time I take that pussy, it’s going to be so rough you’ll be seeing stars.”
“Jax,” she all but moans.
“Nope, none of that, little sparrow. I’m going to go make us some breakfast. Relax, go to sleep, whatever you need to do, but let me do this for you.”
“Ok, Jax. I’ll wait here,” she replies, tugging the blankets around her so she’s completely cocooned in warmth. “I’m always so cold,” she says sheepishly.
“Good thing I run hot.” I wink at her, coaxing a chuckle from her beautiful mouth.
As I make breakfast, I shoot over a text to Franklin. I never got the opportunity to call him back last night so hopefully he fills me in today. Not even ten seconds later and Franklin is texting me back.
Franklin
Bro, what the fuck?
Is Melody OK?
Me
Yeah man, she’s fine.
I brought her home with me last night. We crashed at my place.
Franklin
Well, I have a video clip that I need you to watch.
It’s pretty graphic, so maybe make sure Melody isn’t around.
Me
Alright Franklin, just send it over.
Melody is still in bed, so I have time.
I click on the video play button and I’m met with an image of Melody’s bedroom. The time in the bottom right of the video shows 8:54 P.M., right around the time that I caught sight of Melody at the club last night.
A masked man enters her room from the doorway to the left, slowly looking left, then right. Chills break out over my body. He has a large knife, holding it loosely at his side. Suddenly, he roars, plunging the knife into the door. He stabs multiple times with rage that is so apparent it radiates off his very being. The guy is beyond pissed, probably because Melody isn’t home like he was planning. I hate to think what he had planned with a knife that big. Dread settles low in my stomach while rage is boiling my blood.
Panting heavily, evident by the way his shoulders are heaving, he walks farther into the room, surveying the landscape. He then exits the screen to the left as he enters her walk-in closet. When he comes back out, he’s looking down at something in his hands. Getting close to the screen, I can see that what he holds is the pearl necklace. He slowly lifts his head and looks directly at the camera. He tilts his head to the side and makes his way slowly before he’s standing beneath the camera, as though he’s looking directly into my soul.
“Hello, Melody… we were supposed to have a little fun tonight. Though, I guess now it’ll just be me that has a bit of fun.”
His voice sounds distorted like he’s talking through a voice scrambler of some sort. He makes his way to the bed and grabs something out of his pocket. Before I realize what is happening, the guy is releasing his erect cock from his pants and slipping on a condom. He wraps the pearls around his hand and starts to stroke himself with them.
He turns to look at the camera. “Like what you see, Mel? You make me so uncontrollable. I can’t even think clearly when I smell you all around me, much like in 305.”
Less than a minute and the fucking guy releases his load into the condom, panting and resting his chin on his chest. He takes off the condom, ties it, and pockets it in his jacket before tucking his limp dick back into his pants and zipping them up. Poor guy is a two pump chump, that’s for sure. Reaching into a different pocket inside his jacket, he brings out and places a white rose on her bed.
He walks slowly back to the camera, tilting his head right, then left. He reaches up to the camera as though he would grab a neck and brings the camera close to his mask.
“Melody, Melody, Melody... You and I are going to have a lot of fun the next time I see you. I hope you’re looking forward to it, like the dirty whore you are.”
“I’ll be seeing you again soon, Mel. But not soon enough”
At this point, the feed cuts and there’s nothing but blackness.
“What. The. Fuck,” I say out loud under my breath.
This guy is certifiably insane, and well, smart. He left no DNA at the crime scene and wore thick leather gloves. He somehow found out where she lives when he originally brought the pearls to her house. He seems to know a lot about how to leave a clean crime scene, both a year ago and even now. I start to wonder if we can use that information to get closer to finding out who this is. Maybe someone from her school that also studied criminal law?
Me
That’s some of the most fucked up shit I’ve ever watched. Give me a bit to think on it, I might have to do some digging with Melody. It really seems like whoever this is, knows her well.
Can we look into her social media for anything suspicious from her friends list? Maybe someone from school?
Franklin
I’m sayin… yeah man, I’ll do some digging.
Me
Thanks for sending me this man.
Hey, can you also hire some of Kayden’s guys to do a complete gut and replace on Melody’s place? They will need to do some cleaning of the walls in her bedroom, too.
Franklin
Absolutely. Will do.
I’ll let you know once they’re finished. Probably around 3-4pm.
Me
One more thing Franklin, I’m sorry, but can you pick up some clothes for Melody? I’ll transfer you money for it.
Franklin
Sure thing. Just send me over her sizes.
After sending him her sizes, I set my phone down and I finally finish cooking up the bacon and pancakes. Slathering the pancakes in butter and syrup and setting the bacon on the plate, I bring Melody breakfast in bed.
When I walk into the bedroom, Melody is already sitting back against the pillows, with the blanket wrapped around her chest. She instantly smiles when she sees me, and god damn if my heart doesn’t stutter at the pure beauty of it.
“How did you know?” she asks sweetly.
“How did I know what?” I ask her back.
“That I like my pancakes smothered in butter and syrup. Most people don’t put enough on them.”
“I just know you that well, little sparrow.”
Melody eats her meal in silence, though I keep catching her stealing little glances at me.
“What’s the matter, baby?”
“Just enjoying the view I get with my breakfast.”
“Is that so…” I guess I can understand that. I am in nothing but boxer briefs after all.
I reach across the bed and grab the back of her head, bringing her in for a kiss. My girl tastes like syrupy goodness, and I’m a starved man.
We spend the rest of the morning exploring each other’s bodies and talking about everything under the sun.
I learn even more about Melody than I knew before, and everything I learn just solidifies the amazing woman I knew she was. If I thought there was any chance of me not falling even more in love with this woman, those chances just flew out the window. I’m thoroughly and completely in love with my little sparrow.