Guilty Pleasure (14 page)

“
Michael…” she
sighed.

He thrust harder and harder. He didn’t care
if anyone saw them or not, and at this moment he was pretty sure
she didn’t care either. Her being there in that interrogation room
kept him from truly mindfucking that damn hooker. He didn’t give a
shit about her or any of those other women Johnny killed. He didn’t
give a fuck about any of those people he killed except for the
three he kept a trophy from. Those others were mere play things to
be used and thrown away. He felt Nicole’s legs wrap around him
tighter as her pussy clamped down around his cock.

“
Yes,” he
sighed.

Never did another person just being there
controlled his need to mentally torture someone. She thought what
he said was a little harsh, she had no idea what he was capable of
doing.

“
Michael,” she moaned
louder.

He wanted to give this woman pleasure. He
usually only cared about his own, but with Nicole…he drove his cock
harder and harder into her.

“
Hey, what are you two
doing back there?” a strange male voice said.

Michael allowed his orgasm to engulf him
then he eased his cock from her. He quickly pulled his pants up as
she straightened out her dress.

Michael stepped out first. He saw the police
officer standing there.

Shit
.

“
We were just trying to get
a moment alone, officer,” Michael said.

Nicole stood behind him.

The police officer moved a little to the
left so he could get a look at Nicole. He sighed. “Aren’t you two
old enough to go get a room somewhere? Don’t do this again. Move
along.”

“
Thank you,” Nicole
said.

“
Yeah, yeah, get out of
here.”

Michael grabbed Nicole’s hand and led her to
the car. Once they got to the car they both started to laugh.

“
Well, I think we might
want to continue this back at my place,” Michael said.

“
Good idea.”

They got into the car and he headed toward
his apartment.

Nicole just gazed at him as he drove. Her
body felt so deliciously used. She reached over and grabbed his
hand. He lifted it up and gently kissed it then he released her
hand.

Damn, this man was so handsome, and he was
hers. The more important thing was he was trying to be considerate
of her feelings. Nathan never did that. Hell, the way Michael
fucked her was so exciting, so urgent, she felt incredibly
desirable when he couldn’t control his need for her. Her gaze
linger over him. This man could have any woman he wanted, yet he
wanted her.

She smiled at him when his glanced over at
her.

“
I like the way you are
looking at me, Nicole.”

“
You should hear what I’m
thinking about you right now.”

“
What are
thinking?”

“
How lucky I am to be
yours.”

Michael smiled at her then turned his
attention back to the road.

“
No, Nicole, I’m the lucky
one.”

She sat back in her seat and turned her gaze
to the road. No, he was wrong, she was the lucky one here. She felt
so good right now. She reached over and turned on the radio. A nice
slow song was playing. She closed her eyes and just let this
awesome feeling he had created for her fill every fiber of her
being.

Chapter Twelve

Adam went back to his apartment, being away
from this damn city for a couple of days really helped. He threw
his duffle bag on the sofa then went over to the window and pulled
open the blinds. He looked around his apartment. He couldn’t figure
out why there was this underlying bad vibe to this place.

“
I need to spruce this hole
up.”

He knew a good thrift shop that had decent
furniture. A coat of paint wouldn’t hurt either. He grabbed his
cellphone when it started ringing.

“
Hey, little
Nicole.”

“
How did you know it was
me?”

“
Your ringtone,
sweetness.”

“
What is my
ringtone?”

“
White Doves by Cidersky. I
just chose it the other day for you. I know it’s a little sad, but
you remind me of a white dove. What did you need,
Nicole?”

“
Monica said you were back
and I wanted to make sure you are alright.”

“
I’m fine. But this
apartment is depressing. I was thinking about sprucing it up a
bit.”

“
I will help.”

“
That would be cool, but
aren’t you working?”

“
No, Michael is in court
all day and told me to take the day off. I will be right
over.”

Before Adam could respond Nicole hung up. He
was glad she was coming over he didn’t really want to be alone
right now.

He grabbed his duffle bag and went into his
bedroom. This room gave him really bad vibes and often he would
just sleep on the sofa.

“
I need to just get a
regular fucking job and move,” he said to himself as he tossed the
duffle bag on the floor, but it accidently hit the nightstand,
knocking his lamp and alarm clock onto the floor. He walked over
and picked up the lamp and set it back in place then he went to
grab his alarm clock. He noticed the strange stain on the floor. He
grabbed the alarm clock and set it back on the nightstand. He
checked out the stain on the floor.

“
Blood?”

He went into his bathroom and grabbed a
towel. He wet it down then went back to the stain on the carpet. He
dabbed the towel on the stain.

“
Oh my God, I really think
this is blood. How the fuck did it get…” He hurried into the
kitchen and grabbed one of his cooking knives. He slowly went
through his apartment making sure no one was hiding then he checked
the locks on the front door. Nothing seemed out of place. He went
back into his bedroom and cleaned up the stain.

Nicole showed up twenty minutes later. She
helped him moved all his living room furniture out of the
apartment. His next door neighbors gladly took the old furniture.
After that, they headed to the thrift store. They picked out a
whole set of living room furniture then had the donation van
deliver it for a fee of course.

Adam and Nicole went about cleaning up his
apartment.

“
If you find something
weird let me explain,” he joked.

“
This is an apartment of a
musician I expect to find weird things.”

Monica showed up later and helped too. They
repainted his small apartment with a warm gold color for the living
room and earthy tones for the kitchen, which surprisingly looked
good.

While Monica and Nicole were busy making
homemade pizza Adam finished cleaning up his bedroom. He moved the
bed to get all the stuff out from under it. He was stunned to find
a cut piece of rope wedged behind the bed. He pulled the bed out
further and found a small box under it. He opened the box and
inside was a cellphone.

“
What the fuck?”

He turned the phone on and searched through
the received calls there were none. He went to the dialed calls and
only one number came up with the name Linda Bennett. The phone call
was made a few days ago.

“
Hey, dinner is ready. What
is wrong?” Nicole asked.

“
I found this.” He held up
the piece of rope. “And this.” He lifted up the prepaid
cellphone.

“
It was probably from the
old tenant.”

“
I would just chalked that
up to that too, but the only problem with that is this phone was
used a few days ago.”

“
What?”

“
Yeah, somebody was in my
apartment.”

Monica came into the room. Nicole told her
what was going on.

“
You better get your locks
changed. Your landlord is probably snooping around while you are
gone,” Monica said.

“
Why would he put a prepaid
cellphone under the bed?”

“
He is probably fucking
around on his wife with this Linda person and oh gross, that means
they were probably fucking in your bed. And judging by the rope you
found they were probably having all sorts of kinky sex,” Monica
said.

“
That is gross. Alright I’m
burning these sheets. And I’m calling the locksmith.”

“
You need to find a better
apartment,” Nicole said.

“
Yeah, I do, but that means
getting a real job.”

“
Your music is a real job,”
Nicole said.

Adam smiled at her. He needed for someone to
say that to him.

“
Let’s have dinner, then we
will go get you some new sheets, Adam,” Monica said.

“
Thanks for helping me get
this place looking almost livable,” Adam said.

“
You’re welcome, now let’s
eat I have worked up an appetite,” Nicole said.

Adam didn’t tell them about the blood stain.
He was going to find out who was in his apartment. And he was going
to find out who Linda Bennett was, maybe she would know what the
hell was going on. He kept all of this to himself. He didn’t want
to worry the girls. They were going above the call of friendom
already.

***

Michael looked at Johnny sitting across from
him looking like a scared rabbit. Michael didn’t tell Nicole that
he was talking to Johnny today. She would have insisted on coming
along to prove to him that she could handle it. He didn’t need her
in this room.

“
I talked with Ashley the
other day,” Michael said.

“
Who?”

“
The bitch that got away
from you.”

“
Why would you talk to
her?”

“
She is testifying against
you. I thought I told you that. You are an idiot. She told me how
she escaped you. You let her kick you in the balls?”

“
I didn’t let her do
anything.”

“
Whatever. She told me how
she ran into that bar…” Michael started to laugh.

“
What is so
funny?”

“
You are pathetic. If you
would have just killed that bitch, you would be out hunting,
looking for another easy victim to rape and strangle.”

“
You are freaking me
out.”

“
Good. I want you to feel
the fear those whores must have felt. Tell me, did you look them in
the eye as you strangled them?”

“
No, I strangled them from
behind.”

Michael rolled his eyes and sat back in his
chair. “You are truly a coward.”

“
You have no
idea…”

Michael leaned in closer. “When I take
someone’s life I watch the life flee from their eyes.”

“
Why are you saying that to
me?”

“
If I was to take that
chain they have used to shackle you like some animal and wrap it
around your neck…” Michael looked Johnny directly in the eyes. “I
would slowly pull it tighter around your neck. I would enjoy
feeling you struggle under me to free yourself. I would savor the
gasping sounds you make then I would tighten the chain around your
neck until you were unable to make any noise. I would see the
moment you realized you were going to die and there was nothing you
could do about it. The pleasure of that moment would fill my body
as I watch the light fade from your eyes. I would hold onto the
chains just a moment longer relishing the moment.” Michael reached
down and pulled on Johnny’s chain then he sat back on his
chair.

“
You are fucking
crazy.”

“
No, I’m just a better
killer than you are.”

“
I will tell these
cops…”

“
And who would they
believe. I will simply say you are trying to make yourself look
even crazier than you really are. They will believe me because I
have created a perfect illusion. You are a monster in the guise of
an innocent looking man, yet you have shown your true self to them.
I am also a monster but in the guise of the perfect, charming man.
I won’t allow anyone but my victims to see me as I truly am. I have
lowered my mask to you because I want to torture you without laying
a hand on you. I enjoy watching other monsters fear me, why the
fuck do you think I became a defense lawyer. I decide which
monsters to set free and which to cage. And you, Johnny, you are
pathetic and deserve to belong in a cage.”

“
I will fire
you.”

“
And what, represent
yourself, by all means do so. You will still end up in a cage.”
Michael stood. “There is no escaping your fate. You will be put
behind bars at some maximum security prison and those other
monsters will tear you apart. Now you know what those whores you
murdered must have felt like in that moment when they realized
there was no escaping their fate.”

Michael went over to the door within moments
the door opened and there was Detective Dane.

Shit.

Michael walked into the observation room as
Tim closed the door.

“
Well, Mr. Lyons, I don’t
know what you were saying to that asshole but he seemed scared as
hell.”

“
He realized he wasn’t
escaping jail time.”

“
Can’t get this one back on
the streets, huh.”

“
Why would I want to do
that?”