Chapter Fifteen
Blair
Walking out of the shower I turn and face the mirror. It’s fogged from the steam. I take my hand and wipe it to show my face. I’m ashamed of what took place last night. I let someone touch me, hell I begged for it. I know it’s wrong, but the way he owned me, and talked to me like he knew what my body needed; it’s addicting. And that type of addiction will only leave me hurt and alone. I shouldn’t feel the way I do, but god I can’t help it. He let me come finally right before he left. But my body craves more. I need more. I brush my brown hair and let it flow down my back. Opening the door I leave to go to my room. My phone dings.
El: New boss has reached out. He seems uhm… different than Alex was. And bitch he is fucking HOT!! Anyhow, I’ll be a little late tonight. Mom needs me and it takes a bit to get out there. Promise I won’t be long! Xoxo
I roll my eyes and laugh, I swear all she thinks about is dick. Hell, I can’t blame her. All I want right now is dick. I look at the time and see I have about forty minutes before I need to leave. I bite my lip, remembering his warnings that I chose again to ignore. Don’t involve the police, I called them instantly. Then he told me I wasn’t allowed to touch myself. I laugh. Yeah right .
I walk into my room and shut the door, looking around just to make sure everything is still closed and locked, it is. I don’t know what’s more terrifying, the fact that everything is locked and I still feel like he could get in if he wanted or that I can’t see outside to get some kind of warning if he was out there. I sigh and walk to my dresser open the top drawer and pull out my sex toys. My mouth falls open when I see my dildo and vibrator snapped in half.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I shout.
I slam them on my dresser and storm off to grab my phone. I’m so angry I act without thinking. I know poking the bear seems dumb, but right now I am horny and pissed off.
I pull up his texts and hit reply, Me: Are you fucking kidding me? Breaking my toys just because you think you have some weird claim over me? Jokes on you! I will just buy more! Fuck. You.
I hit send before I can chicken out and throw it on the bed. “Who the hell does he think he is?” I throw my hands up talking to myself.
I shake my head and walk to my closet when my phone goes off. I glare at it and turn back to what I’m doing when it rings. I instantly begin to sweat and regret sending the damn text. I know who he is, a fucking psycho that is murdering men because they touch me. He’s a fucking murderer and I just told him I didn’t listen to him again. Fuck . He did tell me I wasn’t allowed to do anything and yet here I am basically telling him I did just that. It stops ringing and starts again. I bite my lip and make my way to the bed where my phone is. I lay my clothes down and pick it up to see Unknown calling.
I gulp, maybe if I start apologizing instantly, he’ll forgive me. No. I don’t have to pick it up, why am I so afraid? He can’t get in here, this place is locked down tighter than a maximum prison. But he did get in. I push that thought away. Placing my phone on my bed I walk away when a text message pops up.
Unknown: Remember I gave you an opportunity to explain yourself and you chose to ignore me. The question is, why are you even looking for them when I told you not to touch your pretty little pussy? I’ll be seeing you soon.
I scream out frustrated, fuck him for thinking he can control me. And fuck him again for making me feel the way I do! I finish getting ready for work and take my time since I have it to spare now. I dry my hair and put it up into a high pony. I chose to wear a simple outfit, a black short-sleeved V-neck, black leggings, and my work shoes. I get nonslip because I’ve spilled some of the liquid from work and almost joined the corpse on the table.
Elena will be late which means I’ll be alone with the new boss for a while. She said he was hot. Why the hell does that make me nervous now? Probably because my last boss got killed because I wanted to sleep with him . Keep your pussy in your fucking pants, Blair. I refuse to think about the threat from my stalker. Maybe I did it to see him again? What the fuck is wrong with me?
I park my car and see a blacked-out Mazda CX next to the door. I’ve seen that car at Tiger before and my pulse starts racing. It’s the kind of car a specific man in a suit would wear. A particularly blue-eyed man who is also hell-bent on teaching me a lesson. Why are these men so damn controlling? I don’t know what kind of car he drives, but this looks like something a rich asshole would drive. I take a deep breath and walk in. I hang my things up on the racks by the door, it started to rain so my coat is drenched. I pull my phone up and find Elena’s number. Opening our messages I type a quick one, Me: How long are you going to be ?
She replies instantly, El: I will be on my way in less than five. The storm last night blew down a tree, so I have to take the longer way. I’ll be there within the hour. Tell Mr. Hotty hi for me and he better wait for me to be there before he leaves.
I send her the eye roll emoji and she sends me a laughing face. I pocket my phone and make my way to the elevator to the morgue. There was a funeral today, so some of the crew are still here putting chairs up. I wave to one who smiles at me, and I step into the elevator. My mind is racing with the possibility of it being the man from the bar. What would the coincidence be? The doors open and I scream when I see a pair of green eyes staring straight at me.
“Damn, you got some lungs on you,” he says, putting his middle finger in his ear and shaking it.
I am trying to calm my breathing while I stare at the man before me. I’ve seen him before, he hangs around the man I thought would be here. But I’ve seen him somewhere else too, I just can't put my finger on where.
“Why are you here?” I ask the question before I can process anything.
He stands tall maybe six four? Six five? He has beautiful emerald eyes and tattoos cover him from his neck to his arms. I assume his chest is covered too, since the snake tattoo disappears under it. I clench my thighs together, fucking great. He’s sexy as hell and I am not in the right state of mind to deal with this right now. He folds his arms over his chest and tilts his head at me.
I gulp but stand up straight, wiping my hands on my leggings. “Are you going to stay on there all night or can I show you what Jane Doe we have?”
I sniff and nod slowly, not ignoring the fact he did not answer my question. I look around half expecting to see the other one sitting down somewhere but he’s not. It’s just us and the corpse on the table.
“Names Kade,” he offers.
“Blair,” I mumble, and he smirks.
“I know all about you, Miss Blair,” I go to ask him what he means but his phone rings.
“I have to take this, the folder is on the table,” he points towards the room.
I rub my hands together and walk into the cold room. My nipples instantly harden, thank god I have a padded bra on and a jacket to wear. I pick up the gloves and walk towards the table. With the gloves on, I pick up the folder and open it up taking out the files I need.
No name, no report other than where she was found. She was on the bad side of town, found by the river. The news always warns us not to go down there unless there is no choice. It’s got a bad rap for the gangs that reside there. Crazy that a small town like this has a gang problem. I shiver and begin reading the police report. When there is nothing else to help me, I have no choice but to pull back the blood-covered sheet. The dead don’t bother me, but the mangled ones; yeah, they get to me. It’s the fact that this person was alive a few hours ago and now they are here. Someone took their life because life to them means so little.
I pull back the cover to expect the worst and even that could not have prepared me for what I was about to witness. I take a deep breath trying not to puke. Her face has been cut off, all of her teeth have been pulled and her hair is missing. Yes, missing. Her left ear has been melted off her body and her eyes are gone. She has a big gash on her neck so deep I can see her spine. She is completely unrecognizable which was probably the point. I pull the sheet back further to see the word Traitor carved into her chest. Her breasts were cut off with some kind of serrated knife. I trail my eyes down her arms, with so many gashes and bruises. The palms of her hands have defensive wounds, she definitely tried to stop the attacker. Clenching my jaw, I look at her fingers and notice that they too have been cut, no, sawed off. I can’t hold it in anymore, I run to the trash can and empty the contents of my stomach.
“Where is Elena?” Kade's voice makes me jump and I fall on my ass.
He laughs but helps me up, “She is on her way. The storm knocked a tree down and her mom needed help.” He nods looking over at Jane Doe.
“I have to go to my office, the police are dropping off another body. You going to be ok down here?” I wipe my mouth and nod.
“Yeah, sorry. I normally don’t get so affected.” He gives me a sympathetic smile.
“I installed a phone down here. I don’t know why there wasn’t one to begin with, but it’s there now. Call me if you need me, it’s one.”
With that, he walks out the door and I am left with my Jane Doe.
I put my earbuds in and press play on my favorite playlist. I will not be left down here with my thoughts, alone.
Wyatt
Kade walks out of the side of the building where I am standing. “Elena is running late, I sent one of our guys out to make sure she takes even longer. They won’t hurt her or scare her; they are just going to cut down some trees that block her in for a bit. What do you need my help with? ”
I smile when I reach in and pull out a mask. I hand one to him and a sinister smile spreads across his face. “Foreplay, I like it!” I laugh.
The masks I chose tonight are white. Kade’s mask has a simple black line that goes from his right eye to the end of the mask. Mine has the same mark but says owner on the forehead. I designed them myself and put a voice changer in them, so I don’t have to fucking whisper anymore. I pull out a third mask that has a hold in the mouth and the eyes are solid, if you put it on you can’t see out of it no matter what you do.
I’m dressed in the normal attire I wear when I pay a visit to a certain woman, a black hoodie and black pants. I take the last drag off my cigarette before throwing it in the outside ashtray.
The storm has started again, giving the perfect ambiance for what I’m about to do. The lightning lights up the dark sky, followed by a loud rumble of thunder. Rain is blowing in all different directions from the wind. I put my hood up and we walk into the building.
“Have you arranged for some help here?” Kade nods in the direction of the funeral room.
“Hailey will be here tomorrow to meet with you,” I elaborate.
“Hailey from the office, Hailey?” I raise an eyebrow, confused by what he means.
“Yes,” he smirks.
“Don’t, I only want one woman and she’s downstairs with a dead hooker,” I glare at him.
“I wanted someone I could trust to be here, and you got me fucked up if you think I’ll hire another man to work here. Blair almost fucked that last one,” I snarl, and he laughs.
“Ok, ok,” he holds his hands up when I glare at him.
“Let’s go play with your pet,” he says pulling his mask on.