All Chapters of Warning: Danger: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

This is part four, the last installment. Ryan's story.   ~Ryan's Point of View~   They say a cat has nine lives, well shit. I’m at about a million and nine at this point. There is only so much you can take before it’s too much. There’s been many, many times I thought I hit my limit. But it seems the universe just isn’t done with me. Can I ever figure out my purpose?   I was born into my first body in 1941 to an older couple, immigrants from Europe who spoke five languages between them, and who had almost given up trying to have children. I was an anomaly, a mistake. A freak show. That’s what they called people they couldn’t understand. The reality happened to be that I was a fairy born to human parents. Maybe it skipped a generation somewhere, maybe an angel called in a favor for the couple, I don’t know.  

~Ryan’s Point of View~   ~Two Hours Ago~   What are the fucking chances that my dad gets a place in LA about twenty minutes from my Sadie? Impossible, you’d think. But after he conquered Chicago, Atlanta, Miami, New York … it seemed LA was next.    I’d never been out to see him since he moved. Well not while he was home. I’d gone several times when he wasn’t there to snoop around. I never trusted the bastard, not for a second. In all that time I never knew how close I was to Sadie, to my only love. Granted my father jetted between numerous cities, he was hardly ever in the same place for long. But still, it was a bit too weird to think he ended up going there and living so close to her. When I'd been forced to leave her I fully left her ... I didn't try to find her. I d

~Ryan’s Point of View~   Well I was here, in her home. She hadn’t kicked me out yet. I tried to keep her talking, because that meant she was getting her questions answered. That meant she was giving me somewhat of a chance. I was willing to do literally whatever it took to get her to trust me again. If that was possible. I had to make it possible. Seeing Sadie again, smelling her, looking at her curves that were certainly not nearly as big now, but they were there…    She had said in her letter I drugged her with my kisses, well she drugs me with literally everything. The way she always sits on one leg, the way she narrows her eyes when she’s unsure. The way she fiddles with her mom’s ring on her finger when she's nervous, she’s always done all those things. I remember every single thing she does and how she moves because I can’

~Ryan’s Point of View~   “Darling are you there? The connections aren’t the best here,” mom said.    I had her on speakerphone, I had nothing to hide. I just hoped like hell whatever she was about to lay on us was the truth. One thing I’ll say for my mom, she doesn’t lie. If I usually ask her a direct question she answers it. She hides very well however. She’s not going to tell you anymore than she needs to.   “Yeah mom I hear you just fine. Where are you,” I asked.   “Oh we’re just into Bali this morning,” she said, as if she were so exhausted.   Clearly she had her own priorities, planning her husband’s funeral wasn’t on her to do list. Mom hadn’t ha

~Ryan’s Point of View~   Having to leave Sadie and kiss her good-bye was damn near impossible. But it was not a true good-bye. That would never happen again. There was no way.   I’d tasted her again and fuck ... her sweet honey pot was still heaven. She trusted me, she gave me her heart this morning and there’s no chance in hell I’m gonna fuck this up.   Dough and Leia got busy making some fake credentials, they were going to pose as police officers and act as if they were working the case of Cynthia Covington’s car accident. That never sat right with me, I had read the police report years ago, curiously. Something about it never fully jived for me and now in light of all the shit coming out, I vowed to leave no stone unturned.