Chapter Eight
I’m standing at the end of Thane’s bed, watching him and Reid sleep.
I got up and went to the bathroom so I could wait.
I’m confident that they’re both back in a deep sleep now, so I tiptoe over to my room and slip my shoes on before walking back to Thane’s room.
I know that my door opening will alert him via text, but his doesn’t.
I gently pull the door open and look at the screen of his phone as it lies face up on the nightstand.
When nothing happens, I slip out and shut the door.
I’m out of the room, but now I have to avoid being seen by anyone so I can get out of the building. My car is parked here, so I won’t have to worry about finding a ride and implicating anyone. I left my phone in my car, so I can find out what I need to know quickly.
It takes me a while, but eventually, I am able to get out of the building and into my car. As I drive down the long stretch of road, I keep all my lights off. I am not allowed to leave campus, and if I get caught, I might actually get kicked out.
I push those thoughts aside and call the one person I know can get me the info. The phone rings as I wait for my roommate from the psych ward to answer. She was released a week before me, so I know she is out in the world somewhere, unless she got herself in trouble again.
“Hello?” Nina answers.
“Hey, it’s Ayla,” I say.
“Hey girl! You still at that kinky psych ward?”
“Uh. Yeah. Look. Remember Dr. Reid Holmes?”
“Oh, do I? He was totally into you,” she giggles.
“Right, so… he is… I found out that he had a girlfriend… Like a piece of shit, waste of space,” I say.
“Girl… Are we going hunting?” she asks seriously. “What’s her name?”
“Missy Ramos,” I say. “She was apparently living in his house from what I gathered while they thought I was asleep.”
“Where are you?”
“I kinda snuck out,” I say, and she laughs. “Don’t you dare judge me! She raped him, Nina. Like, she abused him. For a while.”
“What are you gonna do to her?” Nina asks.
“I’m going to fucking kill her for hurting him,” I say bluntly.
“She is staying in a little motel on Almond Street,” Nina says.
“How did you do that so fast?” I ask, but she just giggles. “Thank you. Wanna come watch?”
“I would, but I am elbow-deep in body parts,” she says casually. “Wear gloves, but take them with you. Keep your hair up. If it gets bloody, get naked first, and then put your clothes back on to leave.”
“Okay, weirdo,” I laugh. “Thank you, Nina.”
“You’re welcome. If shit goes south, pin it on me. I’ll just go back to the psych ward,” she laughs.
I know where this shitty motel is, so I just shut my phone off. As I am driving, I start to get nervous. If they wake and I’m gone, I’m fucked. I won’t let that bitch get away with hurting him, though. No one got revenge for me, so I will give Reid the revenge I wish I had.
When I get close to the motel, I don’t pull into the lot.
I park a block down and get my hoodie from the trunk.
It’s a simple black pullover hoodie with no writing or logos, so I tie my hair up and put the hood over my head.
Weirdly enough, I also have gloves, so I shove those into my pocket.
I leave my phone off and in the car before I put my head down and walk toward the motel.
Something tells me I will be able to find her easily.
It’s not like this place is going to be sold out.
I peek into the windows of the three lone cars in the lot. Two are definitely not it, but the last one has sex toys in the back seat. It is parked in front of the last room and the furthest from everyone.
I go to the door and knock. I won’t threaten her because I am a woman. What is the likelihood that I am here to kill her? Statistically, she has a higher chance of being killed by Reid, honestly.
“Can I help you?” a blonde asks when she opens the door.
“I’m sorry. I hate to ask, but can I pee?
I was on a date, and he brought me here after dinner.
Can you fucking believe that?” I scoff. “Anyway, I have like a five-mile walk to my place, and I have to piss. Figured I’d try my luck instead of squatting in the woods so I don’t get raped by some homeless man. ”
“Yeah, girl. Come on in,” she says. The look on her face says she's annoyed, but she still opens the door and lets me walk into her room.
I hurry to the bathroom and shut the door.
I make sure to use my sleeve so I am not touching anything.
Right away, I pull on my gloves and start looking around to see if there is anything I can use to beat her with.
Maybe I can tie a cord around her throat.
No, because she could scratch me and get DNA that way.
I see the shower curtain rod, and I can imagine how far away I could stand and still hit her.
Once she is down, I can either continue to use that, or find another item nearby.
I quietly pull the curtain down and test how I will hold it, getting comfortable with it. When I am confident, I slowly open the door and find her facing away from the bathroom door. “You better not have taken a shit in there,” she says flatly.
Instead of answering, I swing the rod down on the top of her head. There is a sickening crack as it makes contact with her skull, and she hits the fucking ground.
“Well, then,” I say. She’s breathing, so I find a scarf in her duffel bag to tie her arms behind her back.
I manage to get her onto the bed before staring at her for a moment.
I could just kill her now, but I want her to know why she’s dying.
I start searching through her belongings until I find her phone.
Right away, I am seething. Texts back and forth with some unknown number discussing a life insurance policy on Reid.
“She was going to kill him,” I mutter to myself.
The policy was for half a million. They were planning for him to die soon, but never said how.
Repeatedly saying, “It needs to look like an accident or something.”
This fucking bitch…
I hear a noise, so I glance up to look at Missy, but she is still out cold. “Fuck,” I whisper to myself before slowly turning around.
“I never pegged you as the jealous type, Ayla,” Thane says simply.
“Thane, I…”
“Shh,” he says. “Anyone see you?”
“No, Sir,” I say as he slowly walks closer.
“Park in the lot?”
“No, Sir. Down the block,” I say, looking down at my feet.
Thane gently pulls me closer and wraps his arm around my waist so I am pressed against his chest before lifting my chin to press a soft kiss to my lips.
A shot rings out in the room as I relax into him, and I pull away with a gasp. He doesn't let go of me until I relax.
“What the fuck!” I say loudly. “You could have fucking warned me!”
“I could have,” he remarks. I turn, and Missy has a hole between her eyes. I look back at Thane, and he is calm.
“What the fuck?” I ask.
“What exactly do you have planned?” he asks with a smirk.
“She had a life insurance policy on him,” I say, holding her phone up for him to see. He takes the phone and starts scrolling through, shaking his head as he reads.
“Well, let's get all her shit into bags. We can put her and all her shit in the bed of my truck.”
“What do you mean?” I ask as Thane starts moving around the room to gather her belongings.
“I mean, you are meeting a side of me that not even Reid has met,” Thane says coolly. “We can talk and work, Ayla.”
“Okay,” I say slowly as I start to help him. “What are we going to do with her body?”
“You’ll see,” he says, looking over at me with a smile.
“Are you crazier than me?” I ask.
“Probably,” he laughs. I nod once, still in shock.
I go silent, and we get everything gathered up, including all of the bedding. We get it thrown into the bed of the truck before Thane picks Missy up and dumps her into the bed. Once it’s all in, he pulls the bed cover back into place and secures it.
“Follow me back to Meridian,” he says. “You good?”
“Yeah,” I say. “Just a little worried that you are insane.”
Thane smiles and gets into his truck. He waits for me to get down the block to my car and out onto the road before pulling out of the lot.
As I follow him, I consider driving off somewhere else. I can’t really judge him for killing her because I was about to do the same thing.
Anytime I slow down, he does, too. I am pretty sure he would run me down if I tried to run, so I just stay behind him.
When we get back to the facility grounds, Thane takes a dirt path off the main drive and goes into the woods. Where the fuck is he going? Is this how I die? Never mind slicing my arm open and having massive blood loss; this hot dom is about to fucking murder me.
When we finally stop, we are in front of a creepy old church.
“What the fuck is this?” I ask.
“This is a church," he remarks, letting the tailgate down.
“No shit,” I bark. “Why?”
“There is a building out back that served as a small crematorium,” he says. “It has a working furnace, and we are far enough out for me to run it anytime I want.”
“Oh,” I say simply.
“I’ll get her; you grab her shit,” he says as he lifts Missy out of the truck.
I start pulling her belongings out, and I drag them along as he walks around the dusty old church.
When we get to the shed, Thane drops Missy like she’s a sack of potatoes and unlocks the door.
He then grabs her ankle and drags her body inside.
When he is able to flip a light on, he picks her up again and dumps her onto a cart sitting in front of a furnace. “Just pile it on top of her.”
I watch as he starts the cremator, and I move to stand by the door.
I don’t know why I am scared of him, but I feel uneasy right now.
After a while, he opens the door to the cremator and pushes her in with all of her belongings.
He shuts the door and puts the cart back in front of the door before turning to look at me.
“Oh, don’t tell me you are scared, Ayla. Were you planning to have tea with her?” Thane asks as he slowly stalks closer.
“Y-you’ve done this before,” I say as I back up.
“Answer,” Thane says, moving closer. “How were you going to kill her, Ayla?”
“I hadn’t decided,” I say quietly, trying not to flinch when my back presses against the door, and he places his hands on either side of me to box me in. “I’m sorry.”
“For what?” he asks, lifting my chin.
“Leaving without asking,” I answer.
“Why did you?”
“Because I wanted to give him the revenge no one ever gave me,” I say quietly. “He looked like how I felt before I tried to kill myself…”
“Yeah,” Thane says. “But she’s gone now.”
“What if that other person tries to kill him?” I ask.
“Then we will get to fire up the furnace again,” Thane says. “Go to the cart.”
“No!” I snap, and he raises an eyebrow at me. “Sorry… You aren’t putting me in there, are you?”
“No,” Thane laughs. I sigh heavily and walk to the cart. Thane steps behind me and pushes me over the side of the cart. I move my hands to the door of the furnace as he pulls my pants down.
“Fuck!” I gasp as he pushes his fingers into my pussy.
“Fucking drenched, Ayla,” Thane grunts as he pulls his fingers out of me and grabs my hips. “I promise, I’ll make this up to you later.”
“Wha…” I start to say, but I am cut off when he drives into me as hard as he can. He is slamming into me, and the memories start crashing over me, one by one.
“Re…Yellow,” I whimper.
Thane pulls me up and shoves the cart out of the way before spinning me around. When he leans down and grabs the backs of my thighs, I loop my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. “Better?” he asks.
“Yes!” I moan when he fills me with his cock again.
“Good,” he growls, pushing my back against the door to the cremator. Pinned, all I can do is scream and moan as he pounds into me. I am hugging his head against my chest, and he happily buries his face in my tits as he fucks me.
I see Reid walk in, but I can’t fucking breathe. I lay my head back and cry out my pleasure as an orgasm washes over me, dragging Thane down with me.
When he sets me down, he wraps me in a tight hug. “Reid is here,” I whisper. He kisses the top of my head before helping me back into my pants.
“So,” Reid says with his arms crossed over his chest as he leans against the door to the shed. “Who’s in the furnace?”
“Missy,” Thane says simply. Reid just blinks at him, but is expressionless.
“Alright then,” he says simply.
“Is that fine by you?” Thane asks.
“A little too late now, huh?” Reid snaps, but then stops and closes his eyes.
“She will never hurt you again,” Thane says before looking at me. “Tell him.”
“She had a life insurance policy on you,” I say. “Her phone is in there now, but she was talking to an unsaved number about how your death needed to look like an accident.”
“She was talking to your mother,” Thane corrects.
“What?” I ask.
“My mom used to rape me when I was a kid,” Reid says quietly. “She… For years… She got pregnant once, but he died shortly after he was born… She… Are you sure?”
“I’m sure,” Thane says gently.
“I’m so sorry, Reid,” I say as tears roll down his cheeks. I step past Thane and go to him. When I hug him, he falls to his knees as he weeps. I hug him against my belly and stroke his head as he cries into me. Thane comes over and puts his hand on his shoulder, but stays quiet.
After a while, he starts to calm down. I hold his face between my hands and wipe away the tears. “I’m going to fucking kill your mother,” I say sweetly.
“I’m already going to kill that professor,” Thane says. “We can stack them.”
“Both of you are fucking insane,” Reid says as he stands and hugs me tightly. “Thank you.”
“Thane did it,” I say.
“You planned to,” Thane laughs. “I just suspected you were going to do something, so I followed you.”
“How did you find her?” Reid asks.
“A friend from the psych ward,” I laugh. “I don’t ask her how she does what she does. I just say thank you and make sure I don’t piss her off.”
“Let’s go back to bed,” Thane says. “Ready?”
“Yes,” Reid sighs.
We take the vehicles back to the facility before going back to the room to clean up and crawl into bed. I fall asleep in minutes, sandwiched between Thane and Reid.