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"You must be out of your fucking mind."
"I’ll ask you again. Where were you the day of Chelsie’s abduction?"
"I came home from school after practice. The house was empty, so I waited with a glass of chocolate milk."
"Oddly specific."
"It’s not fucking odd." My voice drops to danger territory. "It’s what I preferred at that age."
"Gatorade seems more likely."
"I didn’t enjoy Gatorade. I only wanted chocolate milk. I haven’t had it since Chelsie vanished."
"I’ll pursue all leads. But I’m not holding out hope. So much time has passed and no new information has come up."
"I hope you’re ready for the lawsuit of the century if you take this line of questioning to anyone else."
My investigator issues me a curt nod. "Tell that to the FBI."
Rage. It churns inside me, grabbing me by the balls.
Who the fuck does this asshole think he is? Chelsie’s disappearance devastated me. Crushed me. I never thought I’d recover.
My dick throbs as a wave of sickness punches me in the gut. I push the fucked-up thoughts churning through my mind down. My mind mixes up signals without remorse. I think it’s because I was so young when it happened and it coincided with the time I learned about sex. I don’t want to think about the shit the creep did to Chelsie. The wounds he inflicted on her.
Olivia.
She’s the only one who can tame this beast that lurks inside me.
Sometimes, I fear I’m too rough on Olivia. She was a virgin before I claimed her at that frat party. An innocent beauty who had no idea she’d stirred the cravings of a monster.
Olivia fulfills a special role in my life that no other girl can. She’s the only woman I can inflict my darkness on. I’m guiding her down that path every time I fuck her.
She’s not ready to experience my full fantasies of depravity. She will be soon. The diamonds and designer I purchased her with my father’s card mollify her fears. I make her feel safe so I can destroy her. She’ll never feel safer when I destroy that which she holds most dear. Her virginity.
I kill the call with my investigator. Why I hired him I’ll never know. I wouldn’t hire him again. I should fire him. He’s a lazy ass piece of shit who can’t even be bothered to do his job. As if I’d really have hurt Chelsie. She was everything to me.
Visions of Chelsie playing with her pink toys in her bed stab at my brain. My chest burns.
I pretend she isn’t gone. He was here this morning teasing me as she ate her cereal before leaving for school. I planned to see her the second I came home from practice.
A knock sounds at my door. "Let me in."
I stand up to throw open the door as I stare at Brock. "Don’t fucking ask me any questions."
He grabs a foam football I keep on my desk and tosses it at me. "I’m here to distract you."
I bury him in a bro hug. Damn, it feels good to fucking hug someone after the shitty day I had. Guys don't hug enough.
We scream. We fight. We roar. We beat anyone up who looks at us the wrong way.
Once in a while, a man needs a hug from his friend.
There was a kid on our high school team who we always punched because he was too sensitive, but he taught us all the values of hugging. It’s a shame he committed suicide right before graduation. No one knew why. Me, Brock, and Rook attended his funeral and laid flowers on his grave. It was the polite thing to do. His brother sobbed and rambled on about hazing, but I couldn’t understand why he sounded so dramatic. I felt bad because death is always sad to humans so I mourned by blessing everyone at the funeral with my presence.
I pull away from Brock. "I need a hitman."
"No." Brock boops my nose, making me laugh for the first time all fucking day. "You need to pound Olivia."
