Chapter Fourteen
Wyatt
“Ah, my boy. It’s good to see you.” Pit comes up and pats me on the back.
I smile at him. “You too, Stuart.” His smile falters and he snarls.
“Always one to ruin my good mood,” he mumbles and walks down the hall.
“Oh, come on. You know you wouldn’t have it any other way.” He waves me off.
“The guy you brought in is ready for you,” he points toward the door leading to the basement.
“What about Cameron?” A sinister grin spreads across his face.
“He will no longer be a problem. That fucking bastard thought he could outsmart me. I didn’t get to where I am without the fucking brains to do it!” His voice raises.
Pit knows he wouldn’t be where he is now, without me. I know it, he knows it, hell everyone here knows it. But I let him think what he wants, because I respect the man. If not for him, I wouldn’t be who I am today. I would not be able to provide for Blair with all that I can, if not for him. To say I’m thankful is an understatement .
“I’m sure you gave him what he deserved,” I finally say after he stops ranting.
“That piece of shit! He mentioned another gang and said they offered him more than what I paid him. If he smuggled shit from me and gave it to them, they would pay him in pussy and jewel. Fucking me,” he pounds his fists into the wall.
“The motherfucker wouldn’t give me a fucking name! No matter what I did to him. So, I threw him to Darius. He’ll make a nice little fuck toy for his clients, or himself.” Pit laughs darkly.
“I’ll look into it. But now I need to go teach a man a lesson about tonguing something that doesn’t belong to him,” he throws his head back and laughs.
“Give him hell.” He pats me on the shoulder, and walks into his office.
I take the stairs two at a time and reach the sliding metal doors. They open with a loud creak, and I see my next victim lying on the table. This room is set up a bit differently than mine back at home. His head is strapped down, and his tongue is pulled out with clamps. He’s thrashing against the restraints, while drool runs down his face and onto the floor.
“I’m sure you’re wondering why you are here.” I pull off my shirt and place it on the counter next to the table.
It's a small space but effective, nonetheless. I’m sure he was placed in this room because they are still cleaning up Cameron in the other one. I walk around so he can see me, and his eyes widen in surprise.
“You touched what was not yours, it was mine. I hope the kiss was worth it because it will cost you your life.” I take the knife off the medical tray and slice his tongue off.
He screams like a cornered animal as blood streams down his face, thrashing his head and choking on the crimson flow. I take my knife and carve into his chest, eliciting another anguished scream. He thrashes so violently that he breaks his own neck.
“Well, that’s fucking great.” I shake my head, as I put his tongue into a box. A little treat for my naughty little bird.
My phone rings. “Wyatt?” Kade’s voice is low.
“What?”
“I just got here. Josh is already pulling stuff from the van. Just wanted you to know.”
“When you are done, send me the I.P. address so I can put it into my phone.” I wipe my hands off on the dead man’s jeans.
“Alright, I’ll be done shortly.” He hangs up.
I look back up at the dead guy on my table. Blood still pours from his mouth, and his head is at an unnatural angle. Maybe I should hang him up outside her house, maybe then, she’d fucking take me seriously. I wave the thought off, too much of a hassle, and I don’t want to get my fucking car dirty.
An hour later, I finish bagging his body when my phone dings. I strip off the gloves and pull out my phone, seeing Kade's name flash on the screen.
“Done, omw.” I smile when he sends me the I.P. and I put it into my phone.
I flip open the app and see twelve cameras placed around her home. I can see her entire house and every room inside. I watch Elena bring her a glass of what I assume is alcohol, I’m going to have to cut her off. I hit the volume button, and place the phone on the counter while I finish taking out the trash.
Blair
“I have to say, I feel much better with the new security.” Elena sets the drink on the table .
I look around and see the window blocks removed, and new locks put on. They are all controlled by my phone, and the pin pad by the door. Elena has the code, so she can come and go as she pleases. We keep the shutters closed on most of my windows, but I did open them on my porch. I like being able to see out my living room window, a storm is rolling in, and the sky is a beautiful grey-purple. The wind has picked up, swaying the trees rhythmically. It’s a beautiful sight really, if only there wasn’t someone lurking in the shadows. Hellbent on making me his fuck toy.
"Yeah, I hope this keeps my unwanted guest away," I say, tipping my drink back.
“Do you want me to stay?” she asks, biting her lip.
I laugh, “No, go home and get some rest. I’ll see you at work tonight.” she sighs and drinks her last glass.
“You sure you should drive?” I raise my brow.
She waves me off, “I’m sure.”
"Okay, I’m just going to step outside and make sure the shutters are locked. I’m thankful they included the auto-locks. But don’t you think it’s odd they said it’s on the house? This couldn’t have been cheap.” I question.
“I’ve learned to just accept the luck we’ve been given. We have a lot of it,” she giggles.
“Yeah, maybe you’re right.”
She gets up and I follow her out. “Ok, I’ll see you tonight. If you see a hooded masked man, well… try not to get pregnant,” she calls, out laughing.
“Fuck. You.” She laughs harder.
She’s terrified for me; I can tell by the way she looked around every corner of my home. Her way of dealing with things is to crack jokes. Not saying I can’t relate, because I totally can. But right now, her joke holds less humor than a dead person in a clown suit .
The rain starts to trickle down slowly, and the wind blows my hair, as I watch her drive away. I step out from my porch to see if the shutters are still closed around the house when I feel eyes on me. The hairs on my neck stand up, and I turn to face the woods. The light has faded from the storm and thunder booms above me, but I see nobody. I panic and run up the steps, slamming the door behind me. Frantically searching for my phone, I realize it's nowhere to be found. My heart races, and I start to sweat. Where the hell is my phone? I twist the first lock and turn towards the pin pad. Entering 49721, I hit 'arm'. All the locks in the house click into place simultaneously, and I watch the shutters close over the living room windows. I take a deep breath and slide down the wall. Nobody is there; you're just being paranoid.
It takes me a few minutes to calm my breathing before I can get up and look for my phone. It’s sitting on the couch next to a Dove chocolate and a black box. No. No, this can’t be happening. How did he get in? Oh my god. What if he’s still in here?
I rush to my phone and open the app that has my cameras. I quickly search through them, to find the house empty. I wipe the sweat from my forehead, chug the rest of my drink, and set my phone down on the table. I don’t care if someone is outside, there is no way they can get in.
I look at the box, and memories of severed fingers flash before my eyes. I pick it up, place it on the counter, and start pacing. "How did he get in here without me seeing him? Was he here the whole time? Did he see me enter the pin? Does he know how to get into my home now? Did I just give my stalker free rein to reach me again?" I mutter out loud, pacing back and forth, eyes fixed on the box.
My phone dings from an unknown number. With shaky fingers, I open it .
Unknown: You will learn to take my warnings seriously. If I have to kill every guy you touch, I will. You are mine. If I need to remind you, I have no problem doing that. Sleep well Little Dove, I’ll be watching.
I feel sick. Rushing to the trash can, I empty the contents of my stomach. I am not his. I am not property or an animal to be tamed. I am human, and I will not be owned by a psychopathic maniac hell-bent on forcing me to bend to his will. He has me fucked up!
Seething with anger, I grab my phone, intending to write back, but I delete the message. I curse him out, then delete that too. I tell him to leave me alone, but I delete that as well. Frustrated, I throw my phone onto the couch and storm back to the kitchen. With an angry motion, I open the black box and pull off the paper on top. A severed tongue lies inside. I scream and drop it into the sink. Panicking, I rush back to my phone and see him typing again. I look around, feeling like he's in the room with me, just as the phone dings.
Unknown: Do not call the police, Little Dove. If you involve them, you will be sorry.
Pissed, I exit out of the text, and pull up the keypad. Before I can talk myself out of it, I call the police. And they place me on fucking hold! Who the hell places an emergency call on HOLD?
“Hi, Ms. Sallows?” I can tell it’s the Sheriff.
“Yeah, someone left a fucking tongue in a box in my home!” I almost yell, and I hear a heavy sigh on the other end.
“Have you been drinking?” What. The. Actual. Fuck.
“Excuse me?” I yell.
“Look, Blair. We have had multiple calls regarding your address in the last week alone. Every time I send a deputy out there, nothing can be found. The fingerprints came back clean, there was no forced entry evidence in or around your home. I don’t have time to keep sending someone out there, just for you to rant about a stalker that we can’t prove. There are actual emergencies that require our attention. I will not be sending anyone out at this time. Try to sleep, I’m sure all will be fine in the morning.” He hangs up the phone.
I stand there, dumbfounded, my anger escalating into pure rage. Are you fucking kidding me? I call back, only to get hung up on again. I scream into my phone, hurling it onto the couch. Marching over to the box, I slam the lid shut. I'm so livid, I just want this thing away from me. I punch in my security code, waiting for it to unlock, then fling the damn thing out my door. It lands somewhere on my lawn, and I couldn't care less.
“Stop sending me fucking body parts you piece of crazy shit!”
Maybe the fucking animals will eat it. I slam my door shut again, and wait for the door to lock. I can’t believe this is happening to me. They know me, they know I don’t just cry wolf.
My phone rings and I hesitate to go to it, but what if it’s Elena? I flip it over and see my mom calling. I sigh, relieved it’s not my stalker.
“Hey, mom.” I sit on the couch.
“Hey hunny, did they come and install your security cameras today?”
I smile. I told her about it this morning before they arrived. “Yes, it’s all up and running. Are we still on for dinner this weekend?”
“Yea of course dear. I wish you wouldn’t stay out there all alone. I worry about you,” she sighs, my mom is always worried about me.
“Elena stays with me some nights, I’m not always alone, Mom. ”
“Well, you know if you ever want to come stay at home for a few days, you can. I miss you so much.” Tears fill my eyes.
My mom is my best friend, I love her so much, and moving out was scary for the both of us. All I’ve known for years is her, and being out and living my life without her every day, is hard.
“I miss you, too. I was thinking about having a bonfire or something, would you want to come?” She doesn’t say anything for a minute. I had to check to make sure she didn’t hang up.
“Well, hunny, I would love to, but you know, I am afraid of the woods.” I giggle.
“What if we do it at your place?”
“Oh! Yeah, I would love that. There… uhm, well…” I take a deep breath waiting for her to finally tell me about the guy she’s been dating. She thinks I don’t know, but I know almost everything when it comes to her. She is terrible at keeping secrets from me.
She clears her throat, “There is someone I would like to introduce you to,” she finally rushes out, and I smile. About damn time, she’s been trying to hide this from me for four months now.
“Oh? And who might that be? A special someone in your life?” I tease, and she nervously laughs.
“You knew,” she deadpans, and I laugh.
“Of course, Mom. You are terrible at sneaking around. I saw you the other day when I was walking with El to the movies. You were coming out hand in hand with a tall blonde guy. I almost ran up and introduced myself, but I didn’t want to rush you. If you didn’t introduce me yet, then I didn’t want to force it. ”
She laughs again, “I should have known I couldn’t keep anything from you.”
“Mom?”
“Yes, baby?”
“Bring him to dinner with you.” She is silent.
“Are you sure? I don’t want to intrude on our time.” She is always so worried about that. She didn’t want to bring my Aunt Mel with her to our lunch date because it was ‘our time’.
“Yes, mom. Bring him, it’ll be fun!” I can feel her smile from here.
“Ok, if you are sure.” I scratch my leg.
“Yes. But mom, I’m sorry I got to run. I need to shower before work tonight, and try to get some sleep.”
“Ok, I love you and I’ll be in touch soon.”
“Love you.” She hangs up, and I’m left alone.