Deadly (9 page)

I can practically taste the vile smell of sweaty sex and the familiar twang of blood in the air. She’s on her knees like a good little girl, her head buried down into the mattress as her pert ass, red with handprints is being fucked hard by the man I love.

This isn’t the first or the last woman I’ll see him with. He does it to taunt and provoke me, but she’s the first person I feel deep betrayal by. She was mine, my friend and she knew the rules and yet here she is breaking them.

I look at the deep rouge seeping strips on Ryan’s back from his and my favorite toy, the cat o’ nine with thin metal wiring woven in. Ryan’s pain threshold was one I could never reach, he longed for the hiss of that whip, the burning slice as it would sliver through his flesh kissing the blood beneath the skin. He taught me so many things about life, about need, about myself. He was mine and I his. How dare she, how dare he.

… Kill

He warned me that Georgina would betray me, he told me eventually he would have to kill her and I let myself trust someone that wasn’t him. I let myself believe that maybe she was like us and we could keep her, I was wrong but so was he.

He wouldn’t have to kill her, because I’m going to.

I tighten the grip on the blade I’d picked up from the kitchen on my way to his room, a serrated edge, my sadistic trait inherited from him coming out to show her face. It will hurt more when it severs through nerves and her vital organs.

Bitch!

My pulse pounds heavily in my ears, the scream of my inner beast tearing at my façade wanting free, and the beast will get her wish tonight.

I creep up behind them, mesmerized by the muscles pulling tight with every thrust… Cunt!

Grabbing a handful of his luscious mane of hair and pulling him with all the strength I had, he came apart from her easily, her pussy has seen more pokes than a Facebook flirt.

He wasn’t shocked to see me, his eyes sparked and he licked his plump lips.

Lips he used on her.

“What are you going to do Cereus?” He punctuated each letter of my name as if to point out that it was in fact me holding the knife. The anger growing, manifesting was all me, his sweet Cereus was deadly in this moment.

Georgina’s small whimper gained my focus as she turned to face me, trying to cover her modesty. Was she fucking kidding me right now? I’d seen her naked more times than the woman who birthed her, she’s more forward than anyone I’d ever met.

“You were sleeping,” she defends. Like that’s a reason to go fuck someone who wasn’t hers.

“Well I’m awake now.”

Ryan’s laugh only fuels my anger. Georgina’s whimpering will find no mercy here. I lunge towards her and she puts her hands up to protect herself causing the blade I swipe out at her to cut straight across her palms, making her scream and scurry from the bed

“Help me,” she cries and I mimic her to Ryan’s delight.

“Help me, help me! I did fucking help you. He would have killed you months ago and I saved you from that, and this is how you repay me!” It’s not a question.

She’s on her hands and knees, crawling along the floor like the rat she is.

“She doesn’t give a shit about you Cereus, she’s been begging me to fuck her ever since she got here.”

And you had to do it.

I reach out, grabbing the blonde hair she’s so fond of and pull her up to her knees. She squeals and the last few months assault my mind with the memories we shared.

You were foolish; you should have listened to Ryan.

I can almost hear him mocking me, or maybe that’s not in my head and he really is. I can’t tell as a haze of anger and thirst for revenge is so thick it’s clouding everything else.

I bring the knife down and it plunges deep into her chest. It’s hard to pull it free but I manage and bring it down again and again. Until her blood pools and coats my feet, and her body goes heavy in my grip.

“Well that really was something to watch Cereus.”

“Fuck you!” I scream at him. “Fuck you!”

“Yeah, that’s what you want to do and that’s why your so called friend is mulch on the floor.”

I slap at his face and the fire ignites in his eyes. He’s breathing heavy and is stark naked, his cock hard and long, jutting out in my direction. His dark knowing laugh causes my eyes to dart to his and I slap at him again until he restrains my wrist.

“I hate you for this!” I spit.

“You love me and want me. Is this all that you needed to be the real you Cereus?” He rips at my nightgown, shredding it in two and pushing the scraps from my shoulders. We’re both panting, the blood from Georgina’s body still warm at my feet.

He grips under my arms and lifts me. My body complies on instinct, wrapping my legs around his waist.

“Is this all you needed my sweet Cereus?” He rams himself into me and I scream from the intrusion, not from the pain but from the divine relief he has finally shown me.

Dropping to his knees he slams my back to the floor. The thick, warm blood all around me coats my skin and Georgina’s lifeless body stares at us as Ryan plows into me so hard our bodies shift and slip through the blood. My hands wrap around his back, the open sores from the whip marks I didn’t give him taunt me so I dig my nails in the wound and savor his hiss. His teeth come down to pierce the flesh on my shoulder, eliciting a scream from my lips.

Pulling out of my body he flips me so I’m face down, the blood squelching against my bare breasts and face, the smell intoxicating, the atmosphere dark and sinister wrapping around us like toxic vine.

This is a lie Cereus.

“No it’s not!” I cry, startling the officer. “I want it to be the truth… I can’t bear the reality… please don’t leave me.” I plead with Ryan’s fading image.

Remember…. Remember …Remember

The truth of what really happened cripples me.

I reach out grabbing the blonde hair she’s so fond of and pull her up to her knees. She squeals and the last few months assault my mind with the memories we shared.

You were foolish; you should have listened to Ryan.

I can almost hear him mocking me, or maybe that’s not in my head and he really is. I can’t tell as a haze of anger and thirst for revenge is so thick it’s clouding everything else.

I bring the knife down and it plunges deep into her chest. It’s hard to pull it free but I manage and bring it down again and again. Until her blood pools and coats my feet and her body goes heavy in my grip. I’m so lost to my monster that my eyesight is blurring and I can feel myself slipping into my own mind, creating a reality to deal with everything happening.

His hand grips my arm, pulling me to my feet and spinning me. I was so angry, I felt so betrayed, my monster acting without my permission. I stab him, burying the knife in his sternum.

He gasps, his eyes glaze over as frown lines tarnish his beautiful face. My hand releases from the handle and both our eyes look down to see the blade sticking from him. The magnitude of what I’d just done hit me like a tidal wave, crashing over the once stable mountain and stole me into the dream world, causing me to crumble into nothing.

What have I done?

Raising his arm, he places his palm on my cheek. “It’s okay, it’s okay.”

It wasn’t okay. Oh god. OH GOD!

He drops to the ground with a heavy thud and I scream in desperation.

This can’t be real … wake me up…wake me up.

Tears rain down onto my cheeks. There is so much blood… I’d killed him… I’d killed my Ryan.

My hands were shaking and I couldn’t get them under control. I was dying along with him because life without him wasn’t a life. How could I do this?

“What do I do?” I cry until my lungs burned and the skin on my cheeks feels raw. I deserve this, this was my penance for everything I’d done.

I couldn’t concentrate, the world around me morphing and shifting. This isn’t real… I’d never hurt him… I love him.

…Your love is deadly.

A black hole ripped open inside me, swallowing my sanity.

How did I become this?

This isn’t real.

Ryan.

Ryan.

RYAN!

PRESENT DAY

I can’t take much more of this, seeing her in here and being paralyzed to help her is a form of torture no parent should witness. I’m two seconds away from choking Wallis to death right there in the interview room. He had no business bringing her here, it’s only the fact her I.D got flagged on my computer that I knew she was here. I’m part of a special unit now and used that clearance to get me in the room with her and Wallis. But I had to make some bullshit up about thinking she was connected to something I had in the works. My clearance got me the privilege of being vague. My plan was to get in here and see what they’re holding her for but seeing her all helpless and being almost disorientated was painful. When I asked why she wasn’t taken to hospital I was brushed off. They have something on her and I have no clue what that is because Wallis, the fat fucking cunt, wouldn’t tell me anything going in to the interrogation room.

Who was this Georgina Yates? I needed to find out more information about the crime and get Cereus a lawyer. I also needed to find the evidence they have so I can erase fingerprints and DNA from the database so they don’t get a match when they take Cereus’.

What the hell happened and where the hell was my brother?

“That bitch didn’t warrant a memorial bench.” She glares at him.

“Really, so you knew her?”

“Is that relevant?” she asks becoming agitated, shifting on her chair and narrowing her eyes at Wallis. She also keeps looking to the corner of the room and smiling at nothing.

“Wallis, can I speak to you outside for a minute,” I ask.

“She doesn’t appear coherent, did you have a medic take a look at her?”

“She’s fucking bat shit and what’s the betting she offed this Georgina girl for doing her boyfriend or some shit, poor shmuck.”

“What do you mean?” I ask, anxious to know more so I can fix this cluster fuck.

“There were two bodies.”

“Wallis!” a uniformed officer, one I didn’t recognize, calls out, rushing towards us with a file.

“Murphy, what do you have?”

“A match sir. We have a guy from MPD, C.I division sending everything over to us now.”

“You already took her prints?”

“She was found burning a memorial bench and mumbling something about Hannah Lawrence, drowning her in the lake. Hannah was drowned, of course I already took her prints.”

“Hannah Lawrence? Wasn’t she murdered by her boyfriend?”

“That’s what’s in the file but something about this girl is way off and now we know what, she’s a murderer and I bet I can get a confession.”

“I need to follow up on this new information,” I tell him, desperate to get out of there and to my computer.

“Why were you looking in to this girl?” he asks. But I don’t need to answer him.

Pushing through the door to exit the precinct, I grab at the air trying to fill my lungs. Was that other body Ryan? How am I supposed to get her out of this? I was queasy with realization setting in fast. My brother was no doubt dead and my daughter was going to go to do a life sentence for killing him and some woman. I should have never let him take her with him.

“Is my baby in there Blake?” My eyes shoot up to see Mel rushing towards me, tears streaking her face.
Fuck.
Her tiny fists pound at my chest. “You son of a bitch, you knew… you knew she was with him and you didn’t tell me. Is she in there?”