I Have a Secret (A Sloane Monroe Novel, Book Three) (20 page)

“I’m sorry—I didn’t want it to happen this way.  But you wouldn’t let up, and I can’t let you get any closer.”

“To what?”

The gun shook in his hand like he knew what he had to do but some small fraction of his conscience still resisted.  His hesitancy was all I needed.  I swung around, doing a jujitsu crescent kick, knocking the gun from his hands with the first blow, and sending him spiraling backward with the second. 

Jesse scrambled on his hands and knees for the gun, only to find Giovanni’s foot resting over it.

Giovanni looked at me.  “Get his cuffs.” 

I removed the cuffs from Jesse’s utility belt and tossed them over. 

“I thought you’d bust in sooner,” I said.  

“You’re an independent woman, and I knew you could handle yourself.”  Giovanni looked around.  “See if you can find me some rope or tape—either will do.”

Giovanni cuffed Jesse’s wrists together behind his back and roped him into a kitchen chair.  He did it with ease, like a seasoned expert who’d done it many times before. 

“You can’t do this to me!” Jesse said. 

Giovanni smacked Jesse across his cheek with the butt of his gun.  “Speak when spoken to or I’ll gag your mouth as well.”

Once Jesse was under control, I reached for the bottle of BUD LIGHT.  Jesse grunted and Giovanni gave him a look that kept him quiet.  I pulled the bottle off the shelf and it rattled in my hand.  I put my eye up to the hole and peered in. 

“What is it?” Giovanni said.

I poured out the contents of the bottle and faced them both.

“A gold heart-shaped bracelet.”

“This belonged to Ivy West,” I said, pointing to the bracelet.

Jesse shrugged.  “So?”

“She was wearing this the day she disappeared which means you saw her.”

“Maybe I did.”

“Do you know where she is?”

“Maybe I do.”

I glared at him.  “You need to tell me.”

“What for—it doesn’t matter now.”

“You were willing to shoot me over it, so I’d say it matters quite a bit.”

Jesse smirked.  “I don’t care what the two of you do to me—I’m not sayin’ nothin’.”

Giovanni pointed a Ruger .22 at Jesse’s foot and fired.  The gun made a ‘spew’ sound that was barely audible thanks to the silencer attached to the end.  Jesse howled and shouted a series of expletives, but Giovanni acted like it was nothing and aimed the gun at Jesse’s other foot.

“Wait!” Jesse screamed.  “Wai…hai…hai…hait!  Sloane, do something—help me.  How can you stand there and let him do this to me?”

I looked at Giovanni, unsure of what to say.  I couldn’t believe he actually fired.  It may have been the way they solved things in his world, but it wasn’t how I did it in mine.  Giovanni sensed my frustration and said, “I have no tolerance for men who abuse women and children, Sloane.  You’re well aware of that.”   

“But we don’t know he did anything to Ivy yet,” I said.

“I do.”

“How?”

“I’m a good judge of character.”

For the second time in a five-minute period, I was speechless.  Giovanni took it as a sign to address Jesse himself.

“You have five seconds to tell her about the girl.”

Is this really happening?

Giovanni lifted the gun and directed it at Jesse’s chest, tilting and re-aiming it for effect with every number he shouted.  “Five…four…three…”

“Giovanni, no!” I said.

“Two…”

Jesse squeezed his eyes shut and opened them again.  “All right!”

All right? 

Jesse looked at me.  “Before I say anything—you’re way off, Sloane.  Ivy couldn’t have come back for all of us, so if you’re still thinking she’s behind this, you’re wrong.”

“No one knows where she is—how can you be so sure?”

“Because…Ivy’s dead.  I killed her.”

“You killed Ivy!” I said.  “Why?”

“She kept calling, asking about Doug, wanting to see me.  You don’t get it—Ivy couldn’t let go.”

“Hold on.  Back up and start from the beginning,” I said.  “How did you even know her?” 

“We met one night at a party in L.A.  Ivy told me where she was from, and I couldn’t believe it.  I drove to Lancaster and we hung out a couple times.  It didn’t take long to realize the girl liked to party.  And I mean—
hard
.  It was more than chugging a few beers—the girl was up for anything.”

“So you boys decided, why not take advantage?”

“It just happened.  It wasn’t like we planned it.  We’re not animals.”

“Who’s
we
?  All four of you?”

Jesse shook his head.

“It was Nate’s idea.  He thought it would be fun.  Ivy knew, Nate told her.”

“You expect me to believe Ivy was up for group sex?”

He nodded. 

“We all were—well…the three of us.”

“Who wasn’t?”

He frowned.  “Doug.”

“But Alexa is Doug’s child, right?  He must have changed his mind at some point.  What am I missing?”

He sighed but didn’t respond.  I grabbed his shirt and yanked his body forward.  The chair he sat on tipped forward.  “Tell me!”  

“We, ah…made Doug a rufie-colada.”

“A what?”

 “Rohypnol,” Giovanni said. 

“You gave Doug the date rape drug!” I said. 

“We thought he needed to loosen up, have some fun,” Jesse said.  “But then she came back in town a couple months later saying she was pregnant.  Doug didn’t even realize what that meant at first.  The last thing he remembered was kissing her until we told him the truth about what happened.”

So how’d she know the baby was Doug’s?”

“He was too drugged up to worry about using a condom.  None of us thought she’d get pregnant.  We were wrong.”

 “I guess that leaves one question,” I said.  “Where’s Ivy?”

Given the late hour, it was too dark to hike up to the spot he claimed he’d buried Ivy’s body after killing her.  Giovanni called his men to watch over Jesse so the two of us could go back to the hotel and get some sleep, if that was possible.  The string of lies and deception had led me down a path so destructive, even I couldn’t believe what was happening.  And if what Jesse said was true, and he had killed Ivy, who was responsible for murdering Doug, Rusty, and Nate?

Jesse’s version of the night Ivy died started with her coming in town to see him after making a promise to Rosalind never to return again.  Jesse turned her away.  Rejected, she flew into a rage, clawing and scratching at him with her fingernails.  He fought back, striking her in the face, which he alleged he’d only done to calm her down.  Ivy was relentless and filled with grief over the loss of her baby.  She needed someone to lean on, and had convinced herself the only man for her was Jesse. 

Of course, Jesse knew she couldn’t stay.  Not even if he wanted her to—the risk was too great.  There was no way Rosalind would ever allow Ivy to find out the baby was still alive.  Jesse felt he needed to protect Doug and the others so he devised a plan.  Once Ivy was asleep, he called Doug, Rusty, and Nate and they all came over.  Jesse explained their only option was to get rid of her.  But how?  Jesse’s version was Nate suggested murder and talked the others into it.  Doug was reluctant, but he too wanted to protect his baby.  Now that Ivy was back, there was no telling what she’d do. 

At some point during the conversation, Ivy woke and crept to the doorway where she overheard their plans.  She tiptoed to the bedroom window and attempted to escape, but Rusty caught her and wrestled her out to the car where her wrists, ankles, and mouth were duct taped and she was tossed into the trunk of the car.  They drove to the base of the Tehachapi Mountains, pulled her out of the trunk and set her on the ground while they argued over who would be the one to end her life.  When they couldn’t reach a decision, Jesse said he’d do the honors, but he needed to be liquored up first.  He chugged one beer after the other, tossing the cans on the ground next to Ivy once he was finished.  The other men watched in horror, but not one of them did anything to stop him.  Once Jesse was past the point of a good buzz, he removed the murder weapon from his jacket pocket: A knife. 

The boys carried Ivy until they found a spot they felt was secure, a place no one would ever look for a missing body—but they knew they wouldn’t have to worry.  No one would know to look there or suspect Ivy’s murder was a result of foul play.  And so they gathered around.  Nate, Doug, and Rusty held her down while Jesse stabbed her over and over again, until she was dead.  A shallow grave was dug and her lifeless body was tossed inside. 

It didn’t matter to me how messed up Ivy West was, she didn’t deserve to die.  After Jesse spilled his story, I had the urge to stab him myself, but I still needed him.  If I was going to find the body, I’d have to rely on him to show me where she was buried.  And then I’d make sure her story was told. 

Back at the hotel, I changed clothes and found Giovanni stretched out on the loveseat reading a newspaper.  He folded the paper in half and tossed it on the ground when he saw me enter the room. 

“Ready for bed?” he said.

I walked over to the loveseat and sat down. “I need to ask you something.”

“I know.”

“You do?”

Giovanni stared into my eyes.“You want to know if I would have killed him.”

I nodded.

“Not in front of you.”

“What if I hadn’t been there?” I said.

“But you were, so it wasn’t necessary to make a decision.”

I wanted to say ‘do you do that—you know, kill people,’ but I was afraid of the answer.  Several months earlier after we’d first met, I searched his name on the internet.  It turned out Giovanni had been federally investigated, and not just once, but he was never tried and convicted of any criminal activity.  Not yet, anyway.  I wondered what it said about me for allowing myself to get involved with someone like him.  I was the poster child for individual rights, and yet, Giovanni’s crew was at my disposal whenever I was in danger.  I knew it, and so did they.  How could I stand for justice while accepting their assistance?

“You’ve gone quiet, luce mia,” Giovanni said.

“Just thinking.”

He leaned forward and rubbed my hands in his.  “I know you wonder about me and what I do, but I need you to understand something—I have never harmed any women or children.”