Look out, world. I couldn’t imagine how she’d be with kids. I headed for the set of double doors, preparing myself for the stench of formaldehyde. I usually gagged when entEricag. Maybe the continuous rush of adrenaline from seeing Joshua was preventing me from doing so this time.
That I couldn’t get the man out of my mind was a telling statement of how much trouble I was truly in. If my boss found out I’d slept with the man, I had a feeling she’d fire me on the spot, whether or not she believed me that I hadn’t known who he was. I found Victoria with her elbow-length gloves on, her hands wrists deep inside a victim. She was listening to rock music while performing her task, even swaying a little in time to the drumbeat. I stood watching her for a few seconds as she removed an organ, placing it almost lovingly in a metal pan. I had to turn my head away, the thought of gagging on my bright red pumps not a good picture in my mind. When I finally cleared my throat, she laughed. “I knew you were there, Selena. I have barf bags on the counter over there if you need one,” Victoria said, still laughing. “Both you and Bailey are hilarious today. You’ve been inhaling too many chemicals.” “Well, sadly, if that’s the case, it’s because of the number of murders that have arrived on my doorstep the last three weeks. I haven’t had a single day off.” “Any idea where the influx is coming from?” She turned toward me, holding her arms up. There was something about seeing blood slickening her gloved arms that was more troubling than almost anything, including being here in the first place. “I’m no expert like you are, but I’d say we have some increased gang activity.” “Typical gang members?” “Not unless the new trend is wearing Armani suits.” Shit. I’d been right. “Organized crime.”“Again, I’m no expert but that’s what I think, not that any of the upstanding police officers in this city would listen to what I have to say. I assume you’re here about the Voltairs.”
Given the woman’s tenacious and rather ball-busting attitude, she wasn’t well liked among the ranks. That’s one reason we’d become fast friends, often commiserating about our cases. I nodded, daring myself to move closer. “Have you learned anything?” “You mean other than a serrated knife was used to rip out organs?” She gave me a hard look. “Fantastic.” “Both victims were tortured prior to their deaths, which sadly likely came as a welcome respite. There were rope burns on the female’s wrists.” “That likely meant she’d been forced to watch what the killer did to her husband.” I thought about the pictures and cringed. The psychopaths were getting more heinous than ever. Was Joshua capable of doing something so atrocious? Victoria nodded. “Do you want to see the bodies? I haven’t had time to stitch them up yet all nice and pretty, but you can see the damage up close and personal.” She automatically moved to one of the steel doors where she held the bodies temporarily. I said nothing as she pulled out two of them, tugging both sheets covEricag the cadavers down mid-chest level. All it took was one look at the two victims to realize how much rage the killer had felt in doing the horrific level of damage. “Fuck.” Could someone so passionate be capable of doing a heinous crime of this nature? “The killer was out of control.” Get your shit together, Selena. Serial killers attend baby showers, remember? There went my inner voice again, always nagging. But almost always right. Still, the doubts were creeping up in intensity. Whoever did this wanted the crimes to be front page news. “Not necessarily. There was preciseness about the kills, almost as if they were staged,” Victoria said. “Really?” “Really, and they’re not the first to come in that way recently.” Her eyes were positively twinkling as if she knew she was dropping a little bombshell. The news did catch me by surprise, and she knew I’d jump all over it. “What do you mean?” “I thought you’d know all about it. Those pesky officers, keeping the blood and gore to themselves. Two more dead bodies, one that came in last week and the other just days before. Both men. Both cut up in a similar manner. And I think those were staged as well. You might have a serial killer in your midst, but I think someone wants to remove any trace of organized crime.” Victoria studied me as she allowed the information to sink in. “Course I’m just the medical examiner.” She’d had as many run-ins with the cops as I had. In dropping clues in my lap, she hoped I’d run with them, doing a little detective work on my own. She was right. The news was too good to pass up. And I had a feeling more pertinent than it should be. What the hell was going on? “I’ll need the names and anything else that is pertinent.” Why did I have the distinct feeling someone was shoving the case against Mr. James under a rug? “I’ll send that over if and when I get out of here tonight. I think the cause of death is a given, but the female was asphyxiated, and I’d make an educated guess the implement used was same rope that bound her wrists. I need to do some further testing but I’m fairly positive. As far as the man. He bled out. Or his heart gave out first. I’m not entirely certain.” “Any DNA?” “None that I could find. The killer was very careful in all four murders. Not a fiber. Not a hair. The victims didn’t have time to scratch their attacker either. All in all, one of the most calculated series of murders I’ve come across in my career, which makes them fascinating.” I shook my head, a trickle of fear racing through me. “Have you determined the time of death for the Voltairs?” “I’d say somewhere in the window of ten p.m. to midnight on Saturday.” She finally removed her gloves, snapping them off her wrists then dumping them in a toxic waste bin. “Do you need to examine the bodies any further?” “Not at this time. I’m certain the detectives handling the case will go over them thoroughly.” I wasn’t certain of anything at this point. Victoria laughed again, only this time the sound was bitter. “They certainly don’t seem to be in a hurry to do their jobs.” “What do you mean?” She slammed the two doors and I jumped. “Meaning I haven’t received a single call bugging me about when I’d finish the autopsy or a visit. Nothing. Hell, I’ve had Mr. Voltair’s family bugging the crap of me all day, but no detectives. What does that say about our law enforcement system in this city?” As usual, she was tossing me scraps of information. The hard look she gave me wasn’t any different than I’d seen before. We’d had drinks a half dozen times, both commiserating about the system and political front in the city. Even though many of the top positions were held by women, it seemed as if there was an agenda everywhere. Or maybe I was making amountain out of a molehill. Whatever the case, this particular situation smelled of toxic fumes and refuse. And I didn’t like it one bit that I’d been shoved into the middle of it. “Yeah, I hear what you’re saying. Whatever report you can send me, I’d appreciate it.” It would seem I’d be spending time tracking down the detectives assigned to the case in the morning.“Not a problem. Anything else you need right now?”
I thought about her question. “Since a knife was used, is there any way of detecting the angle, maybe even the make of the knife?” “Absolutely, although I haven’t gone down that trail yet. What I can say about the weapon itself was that it could be a hunting knife. I’ll know more in a few hours or so. What specifically are you looking for? Height of the killer or whether they were attacked while sitting down?” “Whatever you can determine I need to know. But right now, for my eyes and ears only.” What I was asking was technically against protocol, every rule, and likely the law, but we’d had each other’s backs before. “Can do. I’ll let you know but not on paper.” “I appreciate that. Oh, and whatever you can send me about the other two cases, without breaching the rules, of course, would be helpful.” She grinned. “I can do that.” I was angry, more so than I thought I could be, but it now included the people placing me in the middle of this possible charade. I had a very bad feeling things were about to get ugly. And deadly.Selena“How’s that blouse now, Selena?”Jesus. I couldn’t shake Joshua’s words or his face. Even the music I’d selected, heavy metal music to be exact, had done almost nothing.I was jumpy, more than usual so when I heard a sharp rap on the door, I almost yelped in surprise. After taking a deep breath, I headed into the foyer.“I saw you on the news,” Jenny said as soon as I opened my door. Her smile made me cringe all over again.“Nice to see you too,bestie.” I jerked the bag holding the wine out of her hand, leaving her to close the door behind her. The day had been arduous, my office phone ringing off the hook. I was thankful my cellphone was kept a secret from almost everyone or it would still be ringing off the hook.“Hey, I watch television. You don’t appear happy at all in the shots. But you did look fabulous in red, darling.” When I threw her another hateful look, she rolled her eyes.“How could anyone be happy while being bombarded by sharks and piranhas?”I’d tried everythin
I wasn’t the kind of woman to take it sitting down, nor was I eager to face the cold reality regarding the case against Joshua. It would seem he was being railroaded. I knew he couldn’t have committed the crime. But I’d yet to determine how to handle the damning situation and another full day had passed.As I left the police station for the second time in three days, I almost lifted my middle finger. The egregious thought wasn’t my usual reaction to detectives or any member of law enforcement, but the two detectives had all but laughed at my questions as well as balked at the possibility that someone else was involved.Even after I’d grilled the pompous detectives on the two other victims, they’d acted as if I had no clue what I was talking about. Victoria had been right in that the MOs were the same, including the angle of the knife used, which in my mind was a further indication that Joshua wasn’t responsible. The personwas shorter by several inches, unless they’d been sitting down,
JoshuaNo one would ever call me a patient man. That would simply be a lie. However, I’d done everything in my power to stay away from the stunning woman or even making contact. Through my Capo’s help, I’d learned where the lovely Selena Barrios worked, risking my bail being revoked by standing outside her building watching the window where I knew her office was.And I’d hungered for her more than I should have.The moment she’d peered out the glass, I’d wanted to see her again. The desire was overwhelming, but not in my best interest. At this point, it was best if I laid low, although the fact the new attorney Baron had hired was getting stonewalled for information on what evidence they had other than my fingerprints was disturbing as fuck. Enough so I remained on edge.Mikey and Zephyr were my most trusted men, Capos who’d been in my family’s employ for twenty years. Now they servedunder me. I’d tasked them to try to gather information on why I’d been framed, including learning if t
“And why is that, Selena? Is it that you have a boyfriend? Oh, no. Matt broke up with you. Isn’t that correct, not hesitating to remove you from every one of his social media platforms? By theway, you’re better off without him. He’s fucking everything in a skirt in the city.”“Damn you,” she hissed. “You are a fucking son of a bitch. You’ve been spying on me. Did you seduce me figuring out the fastest rising prosecutor in this city would be your greatest alibi?”“You both over- and underestimate my capabilities. I didn’t know who you were when I sat down at that bar just like you didn’t know a damn thing about me. However, as soon as I tasted you, I wanted to learn everything I could about your life, your passions, and your needs.” I allowed my heated gaze to fall slowly, leaning in so I could catch another whiff of her exotic scent. My balls were tight as drums.“Why, so you could blackmail me? I assure you I don’t have any money. I’m also not that powerful in this city.”I leaned fo
SelenaDamn the man. Damn everything about him, including his dashing good looks and his fucking praise that got to me every time.Damn the way he created a wave of excitement building from my core out, the hunger washing through me like a tidal wave. And especially damn him for enticing me with his dominance. As he captured my mouth, I was cognizant of where I was sitting, on a patio with a solid two dozen other people all around me, any of whom could recognize me even in the darkness. But I just didn’t seem to care in the least.The combination of flavors from the tanginess of the oyster and his scotch to the richness of my wine was the true aphrodisiac, making my skin tingle all over and my pussy throb harder than it had done the day before. I was breathless, a shimmer of lights pulsing in the back of my mind.I was also crazy for not leaving as soon as he’d sat down, refusing to talk to him, but he was irresistible in every way. And his prowess was off the charts.As soon as he sw
I slid both arms around his neck, tangling my fingers in his hair, marveling at the silky feel running through my fingers.He growled like the predator he was then captured my mouth, instantly thrusting his tongue inside as he yanked my leg against his thigh. The kiss was animalistic, insanely powerful and I couldn’t breathe as he swept his tongue back and forth. Everything about him was dominating, pushing me to limits I hadn’t known I had.I gathered a whiff of our combined desire, the scent so potent that I was certain any elevator passengers for hours to come would smell our longing. His cock was rock hard, and as heground his hips back and forth, allowing me to know the state of hunger he was in, I was more lightheaded than before.The taste of the oysters remained, and I wanted to laugh as I wondered whether or not he was right about the shellfish being an aphrodisiac. Maybe I could blame eating them for the state of mind and body I was in.My little voice started to nag me once
JoshuaCaustic beauty.Possible mistake.Uncontrollable need.All three thoughts had entered my mind more than once, but nothing mattered any longer but being with her. I sensed Selena remained concerned yet the draw to one another was inescapable. As she dropped to her knees, I threw back another gulp of scotch, but it wasn’t alcohol that could soothe the savage beast inside of me at this point. Only her. Tasting. Fucking. Using.Taming.The crazed need was surprising for a man who never lost control, whose entire world had been laid out since birth. I continued playing, something I hadn’t done in a long time. The release was entirely different than alcohol or sex, or even winning over anopponent. It felt free in an entirely different manner, capturing peace that I didn’t deserve.She’d reminded me of that, giving me the gift of her verve and fight for control.When she was close to the bench, I stopped playing altogether, shifting on the seat then fisting her hair, taking gasping br
“Reminding you of your place.”“What’s that?” she purred as I wrapped one hand around both her wrists.“My sweet submissive.”“Never.”“I guess we’ll see about that.”She shuddered visibly. “Not a chance.”“You will do as I say,” I teased, but it was truthful.She seemed full of surprises, not bothEricag to try to get out of my hold. I continued fucking her in earnest, the force driving her into the bed, the headboard hitting the wall several times. She continued wiggling under me, now starting to try to free her hands.“Escaping is not going to happen, sweet girl.”That’s the moment I released my hold, backing off onto my knees, watching as she brushed her hand down her face, her breathing heavier than before. When she rolled over, I slipped my arm underneath, lifting and plopping her down onto her hands and knees.Anticipation tightened my gut, my reaction to her involuntary, as if I’d known her all my life. There was nothing pure and innocent about my intentions. I’d never tell any
“That’s for me to decide.”I nodded and took a deep breath. “I do love you, Gina, and if you want me, I’m in this for the rest of our lives.”“I should be mad at you,” she said as she stood up and approached me. She reached up to cup my face with her hands. “But I love you for putting aside your happiness for your family.”“Does that mean that you’ll take me back?”Gina smiled and leaned into me as I wrapped my arms around her. “Of course.”I grinned and stood, picking her up and spinning her around in a tight hug. She laughed and wrapped her legs around my waist.“I love you, Gina.”“I love you too.”When I captured her mouth in a searing kiss, all felt right with the world. Her hands sank into my hair, holding me to her as I carried her across the beach and into the house.I nipped at her bottom lip, and our tongues tangled as I took her down the hall. She moaned as I spun and pinned her against the wall, rolling her hips and grinding her core against my hardened cock.With a groan,
BrandonAmaliawatchedmeasI carried plates of food to the kitchen table. I sat in front of her before taking my own and sitting beside her. She sighed and picked up her fork, moving the roast potatoes around the plate.“You know, she loves you,” Amalia said.“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” So instead, I focused on slicing my chicken into small pieces. I didn’t want to be having this conversation right now.“And I know that you love her. What I’m struggling with right now is why you still haven’t told me I will have a sibling.”I nearly choked on the chicken I had just put into my mouth. I reached for my water glass and took a long sip before looking at Amalia. She leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms.“Where the hell did you hear about that?”“Gina told me. I’ve been talking to her a lot the last couple of days. Did you know that she’s thinking about leaving Silverlake? She might move back to the city.”I froze, my entire body stiffening as I looked at her. While I k
Gina“You’regoingtohaveto talk to me sooner or later,” I said as I stood beside Amalia in a coffee shop. It had been nearly a week since the breakup, and she had ignored every call.I tried going to her house when I knew Brandon wasn’t home to see her. During the first visit — when she didn’t think I was coming — she had answered the door.Talking to her since then had been nearly impossible.Amalia sighed as she approached the counter. She gave the barista a small smile. “Two large mochas, please.”I smiled, but my stomach was tossing and turning. I felt like I was going to be sick. This was the first chance that she had given me all week.“I don’t want to throw our friendship away over this,” Amalia said as she looked at me.“Then there’s something else you should know before we get into everything,” I said, knowing I couldn’t keep the baby a secret.Amalia needed the whole truth before deciding whether to forgive me.As soon as our drinks were made, Amalia led the way to a booth in
“And what did you do? You hurt me anyway.” Amalia’s eyes were glassy as she glanced away from me. “I want you to end it with her.”“Then I’ll do it.”The words hurt me to say. It felt like I was ramming a knife through my chest, but my daughter was the only family I had left. I wasn’t going to alienate her. If breaking up with Gina was what it took to keep my daughter in my life, then that is what I had to do.“You’re too old for her. What the hell happens when you get even older? Will she spend the last good years of her life changing your diaper?” Tears tracked down Amalia’s cheeks. “And what about you? Are you going to spend the next few years trying to keep up with someone as young and ambitious as Gina?”As much as I hated to admit it, Amalia was making all the points that had spent the last several weeks circling through my mind. I knew that there was no way I would be able to keep up with Gina forever.That was supposed to be a problem when we got older.“Break up with her, Dad
“My dad asked me a while ago if it would be okay for him to start dating again,” Amalia said as she looked at me.A wave of panic raced through me. Does she know that I’m seeing her dad?“I think he’s ready to get out there and try again. It makes me feel better about maybe moving away from Silverlake. I didn’t want to leave him here alone, but if he’s ready to start seeing someone, maybe he won’t be as lonely as he has been.”“You’re okay with him dating again?” I swallowed the lump in my throat and hoped I didn’t look guilty.“It’s not the easiest shit I’ve ever thought about, but I know Mom would want him to move on again and be happy.”“What if you don’t like the woman he’s with?”Amalia shrugged before lifting her hands and swaying to the music. “I don’t think I get much of a choice in it. My dad isn’t the kind of man who would date a woman if he didn’t think it was serious.”I nodded. “That makes sense. He seems pretty rational.”“He is.” Amalia grinned and stopped dancing long
Mateo shook his head. “There has to be more to it than happiness. Let’s pretend that the potential career damage isn’t a factor. Have you ever thought about what your daughter will think about this?”“Don’t drag Amalia into it.”“You need to weigh all the options and stop thinking with your dick.”My hands clenched into fists as I bit back the words on the tip of my tongue.“Consider what you’re doing,” Mateo said as he stood up. “The cleaners are only here once a week. You’re lucky that they found it before someone else did.”I crossed my arms and arched an eyebrow. “Do I need to worry about you?”“Me? Telling people about your little office affair? No. I may not support your actions, but you have been in a better mood since you started seeing Gina. And I like her. She’s got a backbone.”Mateo grinned and left the office, closing the door behind him. I sighed and ran my hands down my face when he was gone.Keeping my relationship with Gina a secret would be more complex than expected
“I don’t know if this is the kind of thing you can get over.”He took my jaw in his hand and tilted my face up to his. His lips are soft as his mouth brushes against mine in a tender kiss.It was easy to lose myself in Brandon instead of thinking about everything else in our lives, so I did. I nipped his bottom lip, deepening the kiss. His tongue tangled with mine as I moved to straddle his lap.My arms drape over his shoulders, my fingers sinking into the soft hair at the nape of his neck. Brandon’s hands slid beneath my shirt, his fingers setting fire to my skin as he worked his way up to my breasts.He cupped them, his thumbs brushing over my nipples as I rolled my hips. My back arched as his hardened cock pressed up against my core. I rolled my hips again, trying to build the friction between us and relieve some of the tension building.Brandon groaned, his tongue sweeping through my mouth as he pulled my shirt over my head. His head dipped forward, and he sucked a nipple into his
GinaOver the last two months, hiding my relationship with Brandon has been getting harder and harder. Nevertheless, we do our best to keep our relationship a secret.However, Amalia has nearly caught us a few times.I snuck out Brandon’s window more than once and ran to my car parked down the street. The next day I would have to listen to Amalia telling me about her theories on her dad’s dating life.She was sure he was seeing someone, which made me feel worse. Amalia would lose her shit if she found out that I was the mystery woman sneaking out in the middle of the night.It was getting too stressful to hide it from her, but it was too late to turn back.I’m falling for Brandon.Hell, I’ve already fallen. He had me at hello, and I’ve been enamored by him every moment since, even though it would have been better for the both of us if I wasn’t.I sighed as I leaned over the sink in my bathroom, my stomach tossing and turning.I had been holed up in my apartment for the last week, feel
BrandonAmalialeanedbackinher chair, tilting her face and closing her eyes as she soaked up the sun and the salt air. It wasn’t often that I got to see her this relaxed as she lounged by the ocean.We tried to make time to get lunch together once every couple of weeks, but with both of us having careers, it could be hard to find the time. She had her career, and I had mine.Throw sneaking around with Gina into the mix, and I had even less time than I used to spend with Amalia.“Okay,” I said after our food was delivered. “How is work going? Do you have any shows coming up?”“I’ve signed on for New York Fashion Week next year.” Amalia took a bite out of her lobster roll and shrugged. “Other than that, there’s not a whole lot going on. I’m building a new line, but some designs aren’t coming together quite right yet.”“I’m sure you’ll figure it out. New York Fashion Week is huge, though. We’ll have to have a party to celebrate. Congratulations.”“I don’t think that I want to do anything