Chapter 26
ISABELLA
Ican’t believe I even let him fuck me, especially in the parking garage where anyone could walk in and see us.
He keeps looking over at me, probably scared that I’ll run or scream but I have no thoughts in my brain.
All that’s going through my mind right now is the image of our cum running down my leg.
I am on birth control but I’m still paranoid about getting pregnant because I’m too young to take care of a child and can barely afford to live on my own in New York.
Not to mention the dad would be a murderer.
The elevator bells dings and Slade walks out, pulling me with him with his hand on my arm. We turn the corner and he curses and then backs us into a wall.
“What’s wrong?” I furrow my eyebrows at him.
“There’s a cop,” he says, licking his lips as he thinks. My eyes go down to his lips, secretly wanting to taste them again. “Did you call someone?” He looks down at me with a hint of a glare.
I shake my head. “No. The guy who’s been following me. He called me and told me about you and said that if I don’t call the cops or send you to jail, he’s going to handle it his way.”
Slade’s jaw ticks and he slams a fist above my head, making me flinch.
A single tear falls from my eye as fear floods me.
Slade seems pissed. His jaw is clenched and his pupils have grown in size, looking like that dark void again.
He raises his head to look at me. “Here’s what you’re gonna do.
Deny everything. You don’t know what I do.
All the advice and details I gave you, you got that from the news.
You don’t know what I do outside of the apartment.
You’re gonna forget what happened last night.
I don’t know what they will ask you regarding me but pretend you don’t know anything. Got it?”
“Slade-”
“Isabella, tell me you understand?” Slade cups my face, so my gaze goes to him up. He wipes a tear from my cheek and his eyes soften. “I can’t lose you so tell me you understand.”
I nod. “Okay.”
“I promise, when I have the time, I will explain everything to you. But right now I need you to stay calm and listen to me, understand?”
“Yes, okay,” I say, stupidly.
Slade nods and grabs my hand, pulling me out into the hallway.
Two officers stand right in front of our door like they are just waiting for us. As we walk closer to them they turn their heads to look at us.
“Hello, officers, what can I do for you?” Slade says, tightening his grip on my hand.
The officers stare at me. “Miss Isabella Rossi?”
“Yes,” I say, trying to stay calm.
“We need to have you brought in for questioning,” one of the officers says while my heart rate speeds up.
My eyes go to Slade, silently questioning him but he just stares at the officers with a blank face, not revealing anything.
—
I’m sitting in the interrogation room, waiting for the detective to come in and question me.
They allowed me to get changed really quick before leaving with them. I was able to wipe the semen off my leg and freshen up, thank god.
Slade wanted them to give him a reason why they were taking me but they said it will all be explained at the station.
He was about to have a fit over it but I told him that it was okay and to calm down.
Slade came in with me to change while the officers waited outside. He was pissed and also anxious but tried to remain calm.
Slade said he will figure it all out before letting me leave with both officers.
They put me in handcuffs but said it was procedure.
There is a knock on the door before it opens and in walks two detectives, wearing suits. “Hello, Miss Rossi, right?”
I nod. “Yes, sir.” I smile.
“My name is Detective Wren and this is my partner Detective Johnson. The reason why we brought you in today is because we need to ask you some questions about some killings that have been happening in the city.”
My heartbeat speeds up.
Stay calm.
Slade said he will get me out of this. He’ll handle it.
The serial killer will handle it.
The serial killer who fucked me like an animal not too long ago and came inside me without any hesitation.
“Okay.”
“So you have recently been writing and marketing your new book called, Long Lost Love and from what we gathered, this book is about a serial killer whose girlfriend got kidnapped and now he is going around killing and torturing people.” Detective Wren says and I nod, trying to stay calm.
“So what’s alarming is that there are multiple similarities.
The details of the killings and torture methods that have been happening around New York match up to your book.
We were curious and it looks like an anonymous caller was also concerned as well. ”
“That makes sense.” I nod. “I know it might seem suspicious but I was getting ideas from the news, that’s all.”
They both nod, writing down what I’m saying along with other things probably. “What gave you the idea for this book?” Detective Johnson asks.
“Usually for book ideas I get them from movies or dreams.”
“Okay, now we just want to ask you where you were on these days if that’s okay. Just so we have all of our tracks-”
There is a knock on the door before it opens and an officer pops his head in. “Sorry, to interrupt but there is someone here for Isabella Rossi,” he says before a young, beautiful girl with a pencil skirt showing off her gorgeous tan legs and a white button up top walks in.
She looks familiar, but from where?
“My client won’t be taking any further questions at the moment,” she says, making me raise my eyebrows.
Since when do I have a lawyer?
“Ms. Walker, we didn’t expect to see you here,” Detective Wren says, his face losing its color.
“Well, I didn’t expect you to start questioning my client but at the same time this has happened before so I’m not surprised.” The girl glances at me and smiles softly. “Isabella, you can come with me.”
I get up but before I leave with her, Detective Wren stops me. “If you know anything that might help with this case, please don’t hesitate to reach out.” He smiles at me.
I nod and leave with the woman.
“I’m so sorry about this. I know you’re extremely confused but trust me it will all make sense once Slade-”
“I want to speak to my fucking wife!” a familiar voice yells, cutting the girl off.
What the hell?
Wife?
We turn a corner and Slade is yelling at a poor old man at the front desk.
“Oh my god,” I say while imagining Slade pulling out a gun and shooting him. I run over to him and grab his arm. “Slade.” He glares at the poor old man. “Let’s go. I’m done.”
Slade looks over at the girl walking over to us. “What happened?” he asks her.
“They aren’t pressing charges. I spoke with a sergeant. They were just curious and wanted to question her about her book. They have no real cause so she’s in the clear.” She smiles at him softly.
“Thank you, Maddie, seriously.”
She nods.
Maddie Walker.
She is the lawyer I was trying to contact for my book.
She looks at me. “Isabella, your name sounded familiar and now I know why.” She hands me her card. “On there is my personal phone number. Call me with any questions you have or if you need anything.”
I take it and smile at her. “Thank you.”
She nods before staring at Slade. “Remember, I never helped you today.”
Slade rolls his eyes. “Whatever, he won’t know.”
I furrow my eyebrows at Slade but he ignores me and keeps staring at her.
How does he even know her?
Who is she?
Did they date?
That’s not possible because Slade never dated anyone before me.
“He better not, Slade. I don’t want to get involved with him and his messes.”
Slade gives her a sarcastic look. “Sure thing, Maddie. Family dinners suck without you,” he says before grabbing me by my waist and pulling me towards the front door.
There is a big black SUV parked outside and I realize he’s taking me to it. “No, Slade,” I say, stopping.
“Stop being a brat and keep walking,” he says, grunting.
“No, you-”
He brings me towards him and my hand lands on his chest. “Don’t be fucking stupid, Isabella.”
I glare at him and he just tugs me towards the car. He opens the door and I get inside, sitting all the way at the other end of the car.
Slade slides in and slams the door closed, his whole body tense and his jaw ticking. “To the airport, Niko.”
I widen my eyes at him. “What?! Slade, no! Go back to the apartment,” I demand but he doesn’t listen. I glance at Niko through the rearview mirror. There is another guy in the passenger seat but I know he won’t be any help. “Niko, go back to the apartment!”
He gives me a sympathetic glance but continues driving.
I stare at Slade and he’s on his phone, ignoring my demands.
Slade types a few times on his phone before he puts it to his ear.
He speaks in Russian so I can’t understand shit.
I need to think.
I need to get out of here.
My eyes search the car, trying to find something that can help me get out.
There’s a gun in Slade’s pocket.
Slade is still focused on the conversation with whoever is on the phone with him.
I don’t think twice as I reach over and grab Slade’s gun and point it at his head.
The car jerks to a stop and the guard in the passenger seat aims a gun at me, the safety clicking off.
Oh fuck.