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