Serena
"All rise."
The sudden noise somehow managed to give Santana an opportunity to wrap his hand around Michael's pen. I watched in slow motion as he very deliberately wrote something on a piece of paper.
Seconds later, I was forced to walk by the monster's table just as officers attempted to lead him away.
But the split second timing was just enough, the note lifted so only I was able to see. All time seemed to stand still, images of his most recent victims flashing in my mind's eye in vivid detail. My stomach churned, the bile clawing into my intestines. If there was a God, he would make certain this animal fried.
But the single word would forever burn into my mind.
Mine...
A cold shiver trickled all the way down the back of my legs, but the asshole wasn't going to have a single opportunity to see me sweat. I had very personal reasons for wanting to see him taken down and I always made good on my promises.
Especially to myself.
His nod of respect was followed by shoving the note into his mouth, chewing the paper as if this was his last meal. Then he issued an animalistic howl, the eerie sound quite possibly the most terrifying threat to date.
"Jesus. Fucking. Christ," Judge Allistair hissed. "Get him the hell out of here."
Santana managed to mouth the word one last time. Yet another promise to me, a sick reminder that he believed himself not only above the law, but the Devil himself.
I walked out of the courtroom just as the sun began to set, holding my head high and pushing my way through the crowd of reporters. Only when I noticed a man standing across the street, his eyes covered in dark shades, did I take a deep breath, shaking like a freaking leaf. There was no doubt in my mind one of the Santana's goons had been sent to scare me.
Or capture me.
Or kill me.
Fuck him.
The case was closed and in the jury's hands. Thank God it was Friday, even though I couldn't imagine the horrible weekend ahead for the seven men and five women on the jury. There was nothing more that I could do. This particular prosecution had taken two long months of preparation, three weeks of jury selection, and a full three weeks of testimony. I was exhausted.
I was also over asshole criminals thinking they were unstoppable.
And dear God, I needed a vacation, something I'd already mentioned to my boss. Twice. The pompous man was going to approve my request. Now, all I could hope for was a speedy verdict.
Unless every jury member ended up dead.
Taking several deep breaths, I grabbed my keys, heading straight for my car. The possibility of retaliation was high. Santana had never seen the inside of a prison, even though he'd been accused of murdering a solid twelve people during his tenure as Kingpin.
Even my boss had suggested I stay in a safe house until after the trial. That wasn't my style. I had two guns in my possession and knew exactly how to use them.
My father had taught me well.
"How about a drink?"
The male voice came out of nowhere. Turning, I knocked headfirst into someone, falling directly against a massive chest. As I tumbled forward a hand snapped against the back of my neck, creating an instant slice of pain. "Shit."
"Oh, God, are you all right?"
I breathed a sigh of relief as I attempted to steady myself. "Dan, you scared the hell out of me." Dan Swift was the FBI agent who'd been vital in the capture of Santana. He also had a crush on me. One hand was still wrapped around my neck, the other holding my arm.
Grinning, he eased me into a standing position. "Sorry about that. Did I hurt you?"
"No, I'm...fine." I rubbed my neck then slid my hand down my skirt, taking a deep breath. I scanned the area, still terrified one of Santana's goons was waiting in the wings.
"You're certain?" he asked, grinning. "Would you like me to drive you home? Hey, maybe we could grab a bite to eat."
"You're very sweet but I'll be fine and I'm just going home and hiding under the covers." He looked hurt, but at this point, I honestly didn't care. The exhaustion was starting to settle in.
"Well, maybe next week. Take care of yourself. You did good in there," he muttered, lingering as if I'd change my mind.
"Thanks." I gave him a hard look, the kind that made certain he'd walk away. A boyfriend I didn't need. "Hey, do you think the jurors will be okay?"
He gripped my arm, giving me a reassuring nod. "Stop worrying. They're well protected. Nothing is going to stop this conviction."
I watched him walk away, more hopeful than I had been. Then I sighed, forced to realize I was going home very much alone.
Again.
I'd always been told that I ran away from life and that one day I wouldn't be able to run any longer.
Troubles.
Love.
One day I'd have to confront my reflection in the mirror, facing the truth that all those ugly whispers were far too accurate, a telling of the various fears I'd yet to face.
The Trust. I shuddered at the thought.
But I'd run head long into this case, much as I had during my entire career, and I refused to back down to the asshole in any manner. Work had become my passion, burning deep within me. There was no time for a social life, even with a handsome FBI agent.
My large collection of vibrators satisfied my every need.
Well, almost.
There was no slice and dice attempt on my life as I walked through the garage, but I locked the car doors within seconds, starting and revving the engine. I lowered my head, taking gulping breaths then turned the satellite radio on full blast. He can't get to you. You're going to be just fine. How many times had I mumbled the mantra? Enough the words should matter.
They didn't in the least.
SerenaA wave of fear kept me on edge as I pulled out of the shadowed area, but even the mysterious man had disappeared.My instincts were something that had kept me out of harm's way during several explosive cases, but with this one in particular, I was well aware of the horrific danger. The notion kept me peering into the rearview mirror every few seconds. There were no speeding cars, bumper huggers or massive dark SUV's with blacked out windows following me.Still, I took another route home, forgetting about grabbing anything at the grocery store. I had enough wine and cheese for the night. That was all the sustenance I needed.For now.The thirty minute drive to my condo, which I was paying way too much for the sweeping views and topnotch protection, was the longest of my life. Twilight had fallen, leaving everything with an ominous appearance. At least there was a full moon cresting over the horizon.By the time I rolled into the very secure underground garage, the entire high-ri
SerenaDarkness."You and I will soon know each other very well, Serena. I suggest you get used to that fact. Then..." He allowed the word to linger. "Then you're going to learn about rules, very strict rules. But first things first.""What... What do you want?" Blinking, my eyes finally adjusted to the darkness, the moonlight splashing in through the open blinds. I could just make out his silhouette, his hulking figure standing well over six inches taller than me. Even in the limited light, I was able to distinguish his massive muscles. The man was huge, outweighing me by a solid one hundred pounds. I was no match for his brawn and completely vulnerable to anything he desired.Anything."Obedience. First and foremost. We're going to begin that process immediately. Now, stay completely still while I begin. Any movement will result in harsh punishment."Who did the asshole think he was?The second he released his hold, taking a few steps away, I bolted for the door. Run. Run! If I coul
Serena"Now, I fuck you."The words reverberated into my mind. So possessive. So demanding. The brutal stranger believed that he had every right to treat me like some wayward whore. There was no getting away, no way to fight his incredible strength. As he dragged me into my own bedroom, marching me in a stringent military fashion, I tried not to imagine where this would lead.Imprisonment.Punishment.Death.I couldn't think this way. I needed a clear head in order to figure out how to get away from this horrible freak. When he dumped me onto the middle of my bed, I swung around, able to look him in the eyes if only for a few seconds. I recoiled after he glared, trying to catch my breath. There was no soul to the man. There was also no sense of urgency.Reacting, I scrambled off the bed, only to be yanked and tossed. The clang of the headboard slapping against the wall reverberated into the room, shadowing the ragged beating of my heart."Now, if you continue to disobey me, you will b
Serena"I'm going to shove my cock deep inside your sweet, little pussy, Miss Attorney. Then I'm going to flip you over and fuck you in the ass. And you know what?" the monster asked as he grinned, his dark eyes flashing rays of nothing but pure evil. "Then you're going to beg me to do it again. And bitch, I take what I want. You will be mine."Shuddering, I would never forget the promise made by the horrible freak of nature, the murderer I was prosecuting. I couldn't help but look in his direction for the tenth time that day. This time, his grin told me everything.He would make good on his promise.Staring into the evil eyes of a monster isn't all it's cracked to be. Do I have a certain level of control? Absolutely, but I'm also no fool. The reputed mafia lord could have my life eliminated with a single phone call—even while his ass rotted in jail.Several of my colleagues had suggested that I fed off various criminal activities, hungering for a personal taste of the dark side. Mayb