"I'll get it, baby." Anna said walking through the kitchen. She was wearing a white, flowered short sleeve dress that fell to her knees and a pair of four inch white heels. Her long, brown hair fell in gorgeous, loose curls down her back.
I smiled at her. "Okay, babe. It's probably the offi..." I stopped as I heard the door open. Anna said nothing for a moment. Puzzled, I left the kitchen for the front hall, the next room over.
"C-come in sir." Anna stuttered as I walked into the room. She was talking to the officer but staring at the floor.
I nodded to the officer as he came in but focused on Anna. "Breakfast is on the table Anna. Why don't you go eat?"
"Thank you Michael." Anna left the room quickly and I followed, separating her and the still nameless officer.
I ate my breakfast without speaking. The officer introduced himself to Michael and I as Officer Jayce Martin.
When I finished eating, I excused myself saying I had to finish getting ready for the book signing.
Standing in front of the mirrored dresser, I adjusted my locket and changed my earrings to a pair of blue dangling hearts.
Michael came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. "You know him." It wasn't a question.
I nodded. "Yeah, I do."
"And it's not in a good way. I can tell by the look on your face and the way that you are not looking at anyone."
"No, it's not in a good way. Years ago, before I met you, he tried to date me, tried to get me to have sex with him. I wouldn't do anything of the sort. So, he decided that he'd date my best friend: to make me jealous. He didn't give a crap about her but, she fell for him. They slept together quite a few times. Then one day..." My voice cracked and tears poured from my eyes. "One day she came to my house. She was crying. When she calmed down enough to talk, she told me that Jayce had taken her to meet his friends at a party. This is probably where I should mention that Jayce is a dominant so, when he and my friend had sex she was often bound."
"That's why you didn't want to date him."
"Part of it yes. Anyway, while they were at the party, Jayce decided he wanted to have sex. So he took her upstairs and bound her to the bed. Then, he blindfolded her. He and at least dozen other guys had sex with her that day. When they were all done with her, Jayce told her that he didn't care about her at all, that he never did, and left her bound to the bed. By the end of the night every male at that party had raped her. She got pregnant, sued for child support, was denied because they couldn't find the Jayce, the father. I'd thought he'd disappeared forever."
Michael hugged me closer. "I'm sorry baby. That's sad."
"Yeah, it was difficult for her to raise the child on her own. But she did. I helped her out a..." The sound of a gun being fired stopped me mid-thought.
Michael and I ran downstairs to find the living room window broken and Jayce lying on the floor with a bullet in his head, a second one in his neck, and a third where, if he hadn't been wearing a bulletproof vest, he would have been shot in the heart.
"Those bullets weren't meant for me, I don't think. Too many to the same pers-..." A gun fired through the broken window again but missed both Michael and me. "That bullet was for me though. Call it in?"
"Alrighty." Michael picked up the phone and called for an ambulance.
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