His Urge (6 page)

But I knew the voice.

I turned my head and saw a man standing with a gun in his hand, pointed right at Jonathan Black.

I knew the man.

And I knew the gun.

I screamed a second before the gun went off.

-8-

Being handcuffed to the bed had nothing to do with the frozen state I found myself in.  It was shock and fear.  Seeing the gun, seeing the quick flash of the gun going off, I could only scream.

That scream proved to save Jonathan Black’s life.

When I found the strength to turn my head, Jonathan Black stood shirtless with his arms at his sides.  My scream made the man jump and the bullet missed Jonathan.  I didn’t know where it hit just as long as it wasn’t lodged in Jonathan’s body, taking his life. 

I wanted to scream again but didn’t.  Jonathan looked down at me for a second.  That glare told me to be calm.

Just be calm...

“I know everything,” the man said, the gun pointed at Jonathan. 

If he pulled the trigger again, he wouldn’t miss.

“No point in shooting me then,” Jonathan said.  “Then you’d have nobody to blame.”

“No blame.  Just truth.”

“Come on, Cresh, cut the bullshit.”

There it was, the name.

Cresh.

That’s when everything connected.

Peter Cresh.

The man from the cab back in California.  The one who said Jonathan stole his company.  The one Jonathan said was a young hotshot.  The one who had no problem whipping out a gun and threatening me and the cab driver. 

He was young but rough looking, this time looking a little bit older.  Like a man who hadn’t slept in a long time.  Like a man who knew too much for his own good.

Cresh looked at me, my naked body in all its sweaty glory.  I felt uncomfortable.  I tried to move but couldn’t.  The pain from the cuffs hurting worse than ever.  Without pleasure pain just sucks.

“Eyes up here,” Jonathan called out.  “What do you want?”

“What you stole,” Cresh yelled.  “You took my fucking company and life.”

“You walked away with more money than you would have ever made,” Jonathan said.  I was amazed how he kept calm with a loaded weapon pointed at him.

“Fuck you,” Cresh said.  His voice cracked.  He was a mad man.  As he blinked rapidly, he started to smile.  I could sense what he was feeling. 

Power.  Control.  Command.

The gun had all that of course, not Cresh, but he didn’t know that nor would he care if someone pointed it out.

“You’re mine,” Cresh said.  “Because I saw it all.  Everything you did.”

“You don’t know what you saw,” Jonathan said.

“No?”  Cresh lowered the gun.

I kept my eyes on the gun.  But Jonathan knew what he was doing.

“I followed you to the hotel,” Cresh said.  “You and Isabella Grace.”

I hated the way Cresh said my name and my head snapped to the right.  Jonathan was already making fists.  Nobody could speak my full name like Jonathan could.  He wouldn’t allow it and I didn’t want it.

“Good for you,” Jonathan said.

Then he took a step.

A step that Cresh didn’t see.

“Jon, you’re not listening to me.”

Jon?  That just sounded so wrong, so disrespectful to the billionaire who had opened my heart, soul, and sexual needs.  But Jonathan let it go, only taking another step towards Cresh.

“Tell me what you know,” Jonathan said.

“How you tied up Isabella Grace.”  Cresh looked at me again and I hated it just as much as the first time.  I couldn’t believe this was happening with me naked.  And cuffed.    I had no defense.  All I could do was wait.  And listen.  And hope Jonathan Black didn’t get shot or killed.

“How you lured Oliver Rush...”

Now Jonathan’s face started to change.  He looked angry yet slightly worried.  I didn’t like him worrying.  It made me worry.

“How Isabella Grace flirted with him and took him to the point where he was about to make his move.  But, wait, what happened next?  Oh, that’s right.  You were already inside the room.  And you, Jonathan Black, murdered him.”

Peter Cresh smiled, satisfied with all the knowledge he just spilled all over the room.  But what Cresh forgot was that Jonathan Black was a murderous person.  His care for money seemed to be only matched by his obsession with command over me.

Threatening Jonathan meant threatening me...

Jonathan had already taken quite a few steps towards Cresh and when Cresh started to laugh, Jonathan saw his chance.  As he lunged at Cresh I gasped for air.  My eyes went to the gun.  Cresh started to lift the deadly weapon as Jonathan hit him.  I knew Jonathan wanted to hit him in the mouth, to shut him up, but logic thankfully won.  With his left fist, he punched Cresh’s wrist, making Cresh cry out as he dropped he the gun.  It hit the floor and I winced, waiting for it to go off. 

It didn’t.

Jonathan came across with a right hook, hitting Cresh in the cheek.  His head twisted and a line of saliva flew from his mouth.  He fell back and hit the wall and as Jonathan wound up again, Cresh started to laugh.

“Kill another man,” Cresh said, “go ahead.  Like your father will help you...”

He cackled as blood started to drip from his mouth.

That’s when Jonathan’s face became enraged.  Enraged with the murderous look that I saw the night he killed Oliver Rush.

“No,” I whispered.  I spoke louder.  “No.  Jonathan... Mr. Black.  No.  We can run.  They’re setting this up.”

“Bingo,” Cresh said smiling.  He threw his head forward and hit Jonathan in the chest, which made Jonathan stumble back. 

Everyone looked at the gun.  I was the only one who didn’t have a chance to get to it. 

“It’s all over,” Cresh said.  “All I want is my fucking money.  Then I’ll disappear.”

“I don’t have your money,” Jonathan said.  “I never did.”

“Where’s the three billion Oliver Rush stole?”

Jonathan gritted his teeth.  “How...”

My eyes turned towards the black bag.  That’s where the paper was, with the banking numbers.  What had John Black set up?  He brought Cresh here... he gave me the numbers... he confessed his love to me...

“I know everything,” Cresh said.

Jonathan stepped and Cresh started to crouch.  He was closer to the gun than Jonathan.

That’s when I knew I needed to help.

“Hey, Mr. Cresh?” I called out. 

Cresh looked at me, confused.

“Do you like what you see?”

I hated trying to sound so flirty, but this was life or death.  Literally.

The two seconds that Cresh took to scan my naked, cuffed body, Jonathan came forward and pushed him to the ground.  He concentrated on the gun, kicking it with his foot, out of the room and across the hall towards the bathroom. 

The gun never went off and nobody got hurt from it.

But Cresh wasn’t done.

“You fucking tease me?” he asked with a sick look in his eyes. 

He growled and stood, just as Jonathan turned.  He swung and Jonathan managed to block it.  Jonathan punched Cresh in the gut.  Cresh bent over with a grunt of air and pain, but then came up with a fist of his own, connecting at Jonathan’s jaw.  I started to scream, wanting to distract Cresh, but it was no use.

Jonathan fought back, being bigger and stronger.  I knew it wasn’t going to end well and as Jonathan landed punch after punch on Cresh’s face, blood spewed everywhere.  Cresh backed up and when Jonathan took a break, Cresh just smiled.

He was a sick man.

In a fast motion, he lifted his shirt and pulled out a long bladed knife and raised it.  Jonathan looked at the knife and Cresh kicked him in the groin.  It was a cheap shot but Cresh seemed like the guy to do such a thing without regret.  He then took a handful of Jonathan’s hair and drove his head into the door with a thud so sick, I cried out for Jonathan.

Jonathan collapsed to the floor, knocked out.  Cresh stood over him, holding the knife.

“You’re not worth killing,” Cresh said.  “You can rot in prison.”

He dropped the knife to the floor and turned, looking at me.

His eyes were sick, evil, and they burned with intention.

And I was trapped, handcuffed to the bed, naked.

-9-

Of all things to notice first, I saw Cresh’s fingers wiggling.  Like someone who was about to indulge on something wrong but good.  He slithered his way towards me, his eyes taking a hearty gaze upon my body.  There was nothing I could do, not even an attempt at moving because moving made my chest move.  When my breasts moved, it made Cresh’s eyes widen with excitement.  My legs were spread, still damp with the remembrance of what Jonathan had done to me. 

“Look at you,” Cresh said, now standing at the side of the bed.  “Just... look at you...”

“Please,” I whispered.  “Don’t do anything.  Not like this.”

“He handcuffs you.  He abuses you.”

“No, he doesn’t.  He commands and protects me.”

Cresh looked at Jonathan’s still body on the floor and laughed.  “I doubt he’ll be protecting you.  Plus, you don’t need him.  You don’t need a man like that dragging you into murder.  I’ll only drag you into life.  Into beauty.  Into love.”

“No,” I said, “I don’t want that.”

“Sure you do.  All women do.”

His eyes connected with mine and the look in his eyes made me look away.  He reached out and touched my hair.  I was thankful it was just my hair at that point, but even still, it made me shiver and want to scream. 

I wanted to call for Jonathan.  I wanted to wake him up, if he could wake up.  That’s when the thought occurred to me that maybe Jonathan was dead.  Could it happen from one hit to the head?  Probably.  Anything could be possible. 

Cresh’s fingers moved to my cheek. 

“Oh, Isabella Grace,” Cresh said, “you’re just... so perfect.  It’s hard to touch you, you know that?”

“Then don’t.  Save yourself.  Run.”

“No, I won’t run.  I have the power now, Isabella Grace.”

“You have nothing.”

“Oh yeah?”

Cresh smiled again but it wasn’t the same smile.  It wasn’t even a real smile.  It looked like a homicidal smile.  I had obviously said the wrong thing.

As Cresh touched himself, I knew what he wanted to do.  Not that the thought hadn’t crossed my mind already but watching him slide his zipper down, I started to thrash.  There was no room to thrash and I hurt myself more than anything else, and to top that off, Cresh enjoyed my hate for him.

“I’m going to prove how much you could love me,” Cresh said.

He placed a hand to my leg, shaking, not squeezing.  He was too afraid to squeeze.  My naked body intimidated him.  Maybe it would save my life.  He slowly climbed to the bed, his left leg first, purposely going between my legs.  Then with his right leg.  He knelt directly between my legs, his left hand flat against the bed, his right hand touching my hip, shaking uncontrollably.  He stared down at my sex and drew a straight line up until his eyes met mine.

“Isabella Grace,” he said.  “I can’t believe we’re finally here.”

“No, we’re not anywhere,” I said. 

“Yes, we are.  We’re here, together.  And we’re going to be together for a long time.”

Cresh moved down, bringing his face closer to mine.  Thankfully he kept his body off mine, balancing himself so that his clothed body didn’t touch my naked body.

“Isabella Grace,” he whispered, “we can take the money and go.  It’s enough for the rest of our lives and then some.  We can start over, together.”

“What money?” I asked.

“Don’t lie.  John gave you the numbers.”

I froze.  I swallowed hard.

“I know everything.”

“Why are you here?” I asked.

“It’s all about making wrongs right again.  John snuck me here, knowing damn well I would come to kill Jonathan Black.  And with three billion dollars and you, Isabella Grace, to sweeten the deal, how could I not?”

“John used me?  To get you here?”

“No, not use,” Cresh said.  “I knew the second I could find you and have you, I would.  And with the help of John Black, nothing can stop us.”

The entire thing was a setup.  The money.  The trip.  The father-son moments that were horrible but yet I thought they had to have some kind of meaning. 

“You were the man outside,” I said.

“Of course,” Cresh said.  “You couldn’t be out there in the cold and dark all alone.  Actually, you saved Jonathan’s life.  I was going to kill him then, but this, right here, is much better.  You can’t resist me, obviously.”

He smiled again and I screamed.  That’s when Cresh lowered his body to mine.  Through his pants I felt his hardness.

“I’m going to love you,” Cresh whispered, “like you deserve to be loved.”