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Chapter 18
Nova
“Is she okay?”
“She’ll be fine,” Charmer answered, but I honestly didn’t believe him. Two other prospects carried the woman out of Breakneck’s room. One held her under her arms with her head lolling against his midsection. The other had her legs wrapped over his arms and he was carrying her by her thighs. Oh, and she was still naked and shimmering like the sweat from whatever she’d been doing with Breakneck hadn’t quite dried yet. I continued to stare and could have sworn I saw the woman’s eyes peek open and a smirk tip her lips up at the corner, but no. That couldn’t be right. Could it?
I had never heard of someone passing out from sex before. Maybe she was dead? Maybe they just didn’t want to tell me that Breakneck had killed her during sex. It was just my subconscious playing tricks on me that made me think I saw her peek and smile. Like a coping mechanism where my brain was trying to make sense of one of those awful scenes it couldn’t quite process. I’d seen something like that on one of those police procedural shows.
Oh God! My eyes traveled back to where Breakneck was standing in the doorway of his room speaking to Kip. I didn’t hear what they were saying, but after Breakneck’s eyes met mine for a moment, he stepped back inside and slammed the door in Kip’s face. Kip laughed and then turned to head in our direction.
“Why don’t we go inside and talk?” Kip formed it as a question as he approached, but I didn’t think there was really a choice in the matter. Once again, I found myself wondering what I had gotten myself into.
“You have questions.” My eyes tracked Kip as he paced back and forth across the room that he had plopped me in with his son. I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to start asking those questions or if he was gearing himself up for something, so I stayed silent and waited. The prospect, Mikey Chalmers, had not followed us inside the room. I kind of wished he had.
“There are things I can’t tell you. Things no one here will tell you, but because this part has to do with you – I want to make sure you understand some of what went down.”
“Okay.” The word that left my mouth was hesitant as worry started to set in.
“That asshole you were renting the room from was not a good guy. I know you look at some of my club brothers like maybe they’re bad men – and you’re not wrong. Creepy Dave made them all look like saints, though.”
“Charmer mentioned that there might have been cameras in other places, not just the shower,” I gulped when remembering that there might have been video of me taking care of my needs.
Kip nodded and then sat down as he pulled me to join him on the edge of the bed. “There were four cameras in that bathroom and more in other places. We have someone going through everything we found in the house to make sure that none of it was streamed online or sold to anyone else.”
“Oh my God! You think he had live feeds of me using the toilet?”
Kip winced. “We’re checking, and I’m not going to lie to you, it’s a real possibility. We won’t know for sure until our guy does a thorough sweep of the web. That was the biggest reason I haven’t told you anything yet. I don’t know enough.”
“There’s still more though, isn’t there?” I guessed by the way he gradually looked more and more discomfited.
“I want you to know that you’re safe now. We took care of the problem, and you never have to worry about it again. Okay?”
“O-kaay?” I dragged the word out as a question, wondering where this was going.
“We found some things in that house.”
Kip’s eyes remained steady on mine, so I didn’t miss the shift from him being worried about me to the disgust and anger over whatever they had found. There was nothing for me to add, so I nodded my head and hoped he would continue.
“You were right to be creeped out by that asshole, and because of more than just bathroom surveillance. The women who rented your room previously…” Kip’s voice trailed off as he scrubbed his hands down his face as if it would get rid of whatever he’d seen in that house. Even without him saying the words, I started to paint a picture in my mind of what might have happened to those women.
“I don’t think any of them ever made it out of that house.”
“W-what? I swear, there was never anyone else there. I never even heard a peep from anyone other than Dave.”
“Nova, they were there. You wouldn’t have heard anything because he kept them in the basement. Dave would go down and visit them often.”
“Are they okay? Oh my God! How could I not know? Was it soundproofed? They must all hate me for not helping them. I didn’t know. I swear, I didn’t know. Why didn’t you tell me everything sooner?” I cried to Kip who pulled me into his side and rubbed his hand up and down my arm in what was supposed to be a comforting gesture. It wasn’t though. There was something niggling at the back of my mind that made me want to be sick again. It wasn’t until he confirmed the part my brain refused to process that it really sank in.
“You wouldn’t have heard them, sweetheart. They were all dead.”
“They were all…” My stomach turned. “But you said…” No. Nope. Suddenly, I didn’t want to know anything else because the memory of what I’d overheard in the hallways earlier came back to snap at my heels. “…living with a serial killer who liked to fuck the corpses of his victims,” I remembered out loud.
“You’re lucky that you took the nanny position with us, sweetheart.” Kip said at the same time.
“How long did he let them live?”
“We don’t know, but my best guess is that since you weren’t showering at the house, it might have prolonged your stay there. You weren’t giving him what he needed, and he was trying to push you into doing it before going further. My guess is that it was a ritual he had.”
