Semua Bab Poisonous Love (Serial Killer/Stockholm Syndrome Romance): Bab 81 - Bab 90

Chapter Seventy Seven Michel’s Point of View **Weeks later**Weeks had passed and things were getting easier. Not everything, but certain things. Luke was constantly riding my back, mainly because I knew Peyton was riding his about everything. I wish she would just butt out of things that don't concern her. Me, the gang, everything, it was none of her business. She thinks she's all important and special, but she isn’t. It was just pure luck that Luke took an interest in her that night, he could have just as easily slit her throat and saved all this hassle. I was out with Joey tonight. It feels like forever since we have just chilled and hung out... Even though we live together, I’ve hardly seen him. We were just grabbing a drink. JUST a drink. He wasn’t killing again, at least, not with me and the other guys, so it certainly wasn’t on the agenda tonight. Pulling up at the bar he had chosen, I parked the car, grabbed my wallet and phone and got out, locking it. I headed inside. He

Chapter Seventy Nine Stepping out of the shower and wrapping a towel around my waist, I headed back to my room, but faintly through the walls, I could still hear a baby crying, even over the music. I turned it up louder and it seemed to work... For a little while until someone started pounding on my door. I ignored it, so they just opened it anyway and walked in. ‘Woah! Do you fucking mind!?’ I yelled, seeing it was Peyton, it only added to my annoyance. ‘What do you want?!’ I snapped. ‘Do you think you can turn your crap down? It's upsetting the kids’. I shrugged, not caring. ‘Fine, I’ll do it’. She walked over and tried to turn it off, but I grabbed her wrist, harshly, stopping her. She yanked her arm away, yelling that I was hurting her. ‘Don’t touch my fucking stuff again’. I warned her. She cradled her wrist but looked furious. I really didn’t care. ‘This isn't your house, this isn’t your business so get the fuck out!’. ‘I’m looking after your fucking child, talk to

Chapter Eighty One Luke’s Point of View I was absolutely stunned by Mike’s comment and confession. I knew he was struggling and wasnt connecting with his son but to outright decide to give him up? I just couldn’t understand it. How could a father do that? …and then I realized. He wasn’t a father. He hadn’t bonded with Jenson. Looked after him, loved him. Hell, I was more of a father to that boy than he was… and then the pain of losing him set in. I had grown really attached to him in the time he had been living with me and Peyton, before then even. We had been looking after him pretty much since the day he was born, the thought of Mike sending him away, giving him up and putting him into the care of someone else... It didn’t seem right. I didn’t want Mike to do something now that he would regret later, but at the rate, he was going and the path he was currently going down... I wasn’t even sure if there would be a ‘’later’’ for Michael. He was lost and I honestly didn't know if

Chapter Eighty ThreeLuke’s Point of View Arriving home, Peyton was sitting in the den, Cartoons on the TV, Jenson was in his bouncer and Kacey was on Pey’s lap, clapping along to the tv. I just stood there for afew minutes, watching. My perfect little family. They meant everything to me, and now that includes Jenson. I mean, it did before, of course, but now we’re just one step closer to it all being official. Things were moving so fast, but I guess that's for the best, given the current situation… and the mental state of Mike right now. After a few minutes though, Pey realized I was standing there and looked up, smiling. ‘Oh, Look, Kacey, it's daddy!’. She held the baby up to me and she instantly started making happy gurgling noises. I took her from Peyton and held her close, placing a kiss on her head. ‘You were gone before I got up’. ‘Yeah, I know, but I looked in on the kids’. She smiled. ‘I know you would have... Where did you go?’ ‘To see Mike’. Her smile faded a little

Authors Note: This chapter contains some detailed chapters of murder/torture and a mention of s*xual Assault that is not described but is mentioned so skip over it if you don’t want to read that sort of thing, although you’re probably reading the wrong book if you’re triggered by anything like that. Just remember this is all just FICTION. Happy reading :) There are many more chapters to come! ------------------------------------------------------ Chapter Eighty Five Michael’s Point of View I stood in an alleyway, not even hidden, but this was a bad part of town. Even in broad daylight something terrible could happen in front of witnesses and no one cared enough to help, call the police or even look twice. Perfect place for someone like me to roam….But also, it meant that victims were few and far between. Never mind, I was a patient man on a mission, I could wait. …and I did. For a long time, but when it looked like I was out of luck.. my luck suddenly changed; ‘..I think