Sweetest Kill (6 page)

I get back to my house
just as Ryan is pulling up

“Perfect timing.” He
announces getting out of his large black intimidating car

“Your car reminds me of
something the President of the United States would be chauffeured around in.” I
laugh

He looks back at his
car and then at me “You really can never be too safe.”

Weirdo

We walk through the
entrance and into my apartment. We sit at the table while we eat the Chinese food
that Ryan brought with him. We don’t talk about Dean, at least not whatever it
is that Ryan needs to tell me about him. We talk about when they were kids.
They didn’t get along all the time, Ryan and Dean don’t have the same mother,
but they do have the same father.

Ryan is protective of
Dean, I can kind of see that. It makes me laugh though because while Ryan is
really good looking in many ways, he’s half the size of Dean who at times looks
as though he could be a body builder if he really wanted to be. Dean had a male
God look to him almost. He was gorgeous. Ryan was good looking, if I had met
him and not Dean I would have gone for him. But the two men were worlds apart.
In every way possible

Ryan tells me about his
nightclub. It’s one of the nicest in the entire city. Ryan tells me he will put
me on the list, as well as Alexis. Inviting us to visit whenever we feel like
it.

As soon as I cleaned up
our plates from dinner and washed the table I noticed Ryan was texting on his
cell phone

“So what did you need
to talk to me about?” I ask

“I was just texting
Dean.” He replies

That’s nice. He hadn’t
text me, I picked up my phone just to make sure. Nope, nothing

“So my brother… Are you
serious about him?”

“I think so.”

“You need to do a lot
better than think when it comes to Dean, you are his first relationship. I need
to know are you going to stick with him or what? He doesn’t have room for
distractions.”

What the fuck?

“The way I feel about
Dean has been explained to him, why the hell would he have you come at me to
ask this?”

“He didn’t, but I need
to know where you are at with this whole thing.” Ryan replies, his voice is
starting to bother me “Dean isn’t coming back for a few weeks.”

“Oh, wow.” Is all I can
manage “and he couldn’t tell me this himself?”

“No.”

“Okay, well at least
one of us is serious about it. Thanks for dinner Ryan.”

“Don’t you want to know
why I needed to talk to you?”

“That’s not it? By all
means lay the rest out there.” I am getting annoyed.

“He’ll be back in three
weeks. But you two can’t be public.”

What the hell “What do
you mean public Ryan, seriously spit your shit out.”

Ryan just laughs “I
mean, you can’t go out on dates and let anyone know you are dating. Not yet.
Dean’s job... You have to keep the fact that you exist a secret for a while.”

“Why?” I ask

“I can’t tell you, Dean
asked me not to. He got so wrapped up with you last night he didn’t get a
chance to tell you what the two of you being together met. It could… mess
things up a bit in a few areas so we need you to be quiet about it for a
while.”

“The more you talk
Ryan, the easier that is going to be. No worries I won’t tell anyone Dean and I
are even friends.”

Ryan frowns “Dean and I
are new at having girls as complications, don’t get offended.”

“Complications? Yeah,
I’m not offended at all.”

“He’s really into you,
you just need to respect what he does and stay clear for a bit.”

“Okay.” Is all I say

“I have to get going, I
will talk to you later?” he asks

“I guess.”

He frowns before he
heads to the door “I think he loves you.” He barely whispers

I don’t respond. My
head hurts. Dean always goes out of time for a few days, never a few weeks. Now
I am being told that whatever it is he does for a living, means that I have to
be his secret. I am not feeling very good about it all. He can’t tell me what
he does, he can’t tell anyone he is with me. What the hell is the point?

When Ryan walks through
the door, the tears start falling down my face. I don’t know why I am crying.
It’s not like Dean is dumping me. But Dean felt like he couldn’t tell me all of
this on his own. Which bothered me.

I suck whatever
emotions I am feeling up, and head to my office next to Joss’s room to work on
the photos I shot today.

I leave my phone on the
kitchen table

For two weeks I don’t
hear from him.

I go to my appointment
with Doctor Bailey, she takes several vials of blood, and she tests me for
everything, and tells me I will get the results in a week or two. Alexis was
the one holding my hand while I was poked and prodded

Week three I still
don’t hear from him. Not a text, not a call not an email.

Flowers come. Yellow
and pink tulips that I told him were my favorite. They come every day. Never
with a card.

I’m trying to be
patient. I didn’t ever want to be one of those girls who needed to see or hear
from her boyfriend every day. But this is too much. This is he has a secret
life that I know nothing about. And now he isn’t even talking to me.

My heart hurts and it’s
a little hard not to take this personal.

Especially when I see
Stella coming out of his apartment one day.

I was coming out to
check my mail. I was waiting on the check for the huge party I did a few days
before, another 1500 in the bank. Jaxon was pulling in some serious paying
customers for me, and word was starting to spread about my talents. It felt
nice to be making so much money doing something I loved so much.

I grab the stack of
mail off the end table in the entry way. Not the most secure mail system, but
it was a lot less tacky than those metal mailboxes you see in walls of
apartment buildings. We each had a mail box outside, but the mailman would
bring the mail here when it was raining, or hot... Or he was just feeling nice.

I’m not really paying
attention, looking down at the mail flyers offering grocery store savings and
promotions to new stores with grand openings

Suddenly I crash into
someone

“Shit.” I hiss, my mail
falling to the ground. I bend over quickly to pick it up and look at who I ran
into

It’s Stella “I am so
sorry.” She says “I wasn’t pay attention, I was trying to stuff everything into
this bag, I didn’t even hear you out here.”

“It’s okay.” I look
down at the black duffle bag she has, she’s stuffing a familiar pair of sweat
pants down inside.

I swallow before
speaking “Is Dean back?”

She eyes me warily
before answering “do you two know each other?”

“Um yeah, I mean we are
neighbors he was going to help me with my car, it’s no big deal forget I
asked.”

She stops me “I didn’t
realize you were friends.” She reaches out her hand “I’m Stella.”

I consider not taking
her hand. Clearly something is not right

I do it anyway “I’m
Olivia.”

I watch as Stella’s
eyes grow wide, like she knows who I am

She gently shakes her
head, ignoring whatever her previous issue was “I’m Deans….” Suddenly her phone
rings

“Hello?” She answers

“Yeah Babe, I am here
now. I just picked up a few outfits to get you through…. Yes… Well I know you
told me to wait until night, but I was in the area… Yeah I am meeting your
neighbor now…. No I didn’t say anything… I’m sorry I didn’t know I wasn’t
supposed to….Okay.”

She hangs up

“He’s so moody
sometimes.” She laughs lightly

I smile, feeling
uncomfortable “Is he… Um coming back anytime soon?”

She smiles “He’s
staying at my place for a bit, but I am sure he will be back in a week or two.”

“Oh, Ok.”

I feel sick. Like
really sick

“Well it was nice
meeting you.” I lie

“You as well. I will
tell Dean you said hello.”

I look at her
“Actually, could you not. I mean we don’t really know each other. It’s not a
big deal.”

“Okay. Well I will see
you.” She says, walking to the entry way door.

I rush through my front
door, locking it behind me. I run to the bathroom right before I throw up.

I fall asleep on the
bathroom floor. I don’t know if I caught a bug or it is stress but I couldn’t
stop throwing up.

I wake up to the sound
of my phone ringing in the kitchen where I left it.

I pick it up, it’s
Dean. I hit ignore.

He texts:

D: Answer your phone

Me: Who is she?

D: Answer your phone

Me: I said who is she?

D: I can’t tell you

Me: Then I can’t answer
you

D: Just answer me

Me: WHO is she?

D: She’s my wife

                                                 
* * *

Dean never stops
calling me.

I have over 200 missed
calls in the last 4 days since I last texted with him.

When he told me that
Stella was his wife.

It was a blow.

It wasn’t what I was
expecting at all. I thought she might be another girlfriend, or some weird
thing, but married? No.

It is another sign of
me not knowing what the hell I am doing.

Alexis comes over every
day to check on me.

She works a lot though,
so it’s really hard for us to hang out.

Ryan calls a few times
to see how I am doing. I tell him I am fine, I tell him that I will be okay. I
tell him not to worry.

Because I know the only
reason he is calling me, is because I won’t answer Dean.

He doesn’t try and make
it better.

He couldn’t.

Dean, the first man I
ever fall in love with is married.

We really can’t just
ignore that.

It’s done and over
with.

Dean and I are done and
over with.

Not that we were ever
anything to begin with. I was a joke to him. An easy lay.

Whatever.

A week goes by.

Alexis and I decided to
get dressed up and head out to Ryan’s club.

Probably not the
smartest choice I have ever made, but Alexis insists that I need a night out, to
forget everything

I let her chose my
outfit. She brings me by this short little black dress that is practically see
through

I try to tell her it’s
not my style but she shoots me a “don’t fucking go there.” Look and I put the
dress on

With a pair of matching
6 inch heels, and my hair and makeup done we get ready to head out

I didn’t bother texting
Ryan to tell him we were going. He told me before that he would add Lexi and I
to the guest list so that we could get in any time we wanted to, without
waiting in line.

I started to think that
maybe that was before his brother and I broke up.

I start to feel nervous
when we pull up to the club

We walk to the bouncer,
a man who is covered head to toe in black, who looks pretty damn mean.

I give him our names
and he searches for them on his IPad

“You’re good.” He nods
with a smile

No ID’s requested
nothing.

Alexis is 21, so she
doesn’t have to worry about that stuff, but I normally do. I am not a heavy
drinker by any means. In fact other than wine here and there I don’t like to
drink at all

Tonight I might change
that

We walk into the club
and notice there are 3 huge areas. The dance floor is the largest on the bottom

Two of the other rooms
are set upstairs and seem closed off

The bar takes up the
entire left side of the dance floor. It’s beautiful. Very well kept.

Not that you could
expect anything less from someone like Ryan

Alexis and I walk to
the bar first.

She orders a shot, I
decide to try a little rum and coke

Alexis is wild.

In general it’s just
her personality, she’s very flirty. She’s a lot of fun but I haven’t really
been able to let loose in so long it feels a little odd

I let her drag me onto
the dance floor.

Some upbeat dance remix
is playing

It doesn’t take long
for the alcohol to take over both of our systems and suddenly all of my
inhibitions are thrown right out the window

We get asked to dance a
lot, which we both gladly agree too

One guy starts to get a
little touchy, I want to tell him to stop but I keep thinking about Dean and I
want to erase all of those feelings and touches from my system

We have been dancing
for several moments when I hear a loud noise behind me and feel the guy I was
dancing with being pulled away.

I turn suddenly and see
Dean.

His face is bright red,
veins popping out of his neck and on the side of his forehead. He grabs the guy
I was dancing with and pulls him towards a hall way

I need to follow them,
I don’t know why but I can’t let him get beat up because Dean is being crazy

Dean shoves the guy up
against the wall

“Do you know who the
fuck I am?” he asks the guy, spit flying out if his mouth onto the guys face as
he screams the words

The guy looks scared
shitless “ye…yes. You’re Dean Corvus.”

Dean doesn’t look
impressed that the guy knows “so you know what the fuck that means right?”

“Yes” the guy whispers

“Good. So I suggest you
stay the fuck away from her and find someone else to dance with.” He gives the
guy a rough shove towards the entry way. The man trips over his own feet from
the force of the push and stumbles back onto the dance floor

I glare at Dean, his
arms are now crossed across his middle. His legs are shoulder width apart. He’s
dressed in an expensive looking suit. But the suit does nothing to wipe the
look of murder from his face

“What the fuck is your
problem?” I ask

He stands there.
Motionless. Silent

“Oh fuck you.” I turn
to storm off. I don’t get more than a foot away when he grabs my arm and
roughly yanks me back toward him.

Now I am the one shoved
up against the wall, where moments earlier my innocent dance partner was
standing

“Did you like that?”
Dean asks, his voice is harsh. It isn’t the voice of the guy I have spoken to a
million times before

“What you roughing up a
guy I was dancing with. No.”

He laughs, with
anything but humor “No, Olivia I mean did you like having his hands all over
you?”

“I did actually, he was
doing a really good job of making me feel good. I figured he and I could fuck
around and I would forget I ever met you.”

It’s not a smart choice
of words I realize, because Dean lets out a murderous roar and slams the wall
by my head

Suddenly he has the hem
of my dress lifted up above my hips

I feel the pinch of my
panties being ripped off of me in one fluid motion

I open my mouth to say
something, to protest but he’s not paying attention

With one hand he keeps
both of my arms pinned above my head by my wrists

With the other hand, he
reaches between us and unzips his suit

“Stop Dean.” I yell. At
least I wanted to yell.

“Come on Olivia, this
is what you wanted right, this will make you feel good. A guy fucking you like
a whore. Isn’t that why you are dressed like that, out here trying to forget
me? Let me show you how easy that is.”

He enters me, it’s
rough and it’s cruel.

He starts his punishing
thrust in and out of me. I try so hard to fight it, but it feels so good.

I still love him. He
still turns me on. He knows this

I can’t help but moan

“God I fucking love
that sound.” He groans

He buries his face into
my neck, sucking and biting as he goes. Never once kissing me.

Not like he normally
does.

I am clawing at his
neck, his back beneath his dress shirt, just trying to hold on

His hand that was once
holding my wrists pinned, is now wrapped in my hair, pulling my head back

His thrusts become angrier,
he’s saying something but I can’t fully hear him over the music

Suddenly I look up, and
standing in the door way is Ashley and Stella.

What the fuck are they
doing together?

I try to yell to Dean
but he’s thrusting and moaning so loudly he can’t hear me over himself and the
music.

He comes

He leans back to look
at my face, a smile pulls at his lips

“How was that baby? Do
you feel better?”

Tears start falling
down my face, Deans face twists up in confusion

I can feel his come
dripping down my leg. I pull my dress down as I make my way towards where
Stella and Ashley are standing. Stella looks pissed, Ashley looks like she
wants to kill me

“Are you kidding me
Dean?” Ashley demands

She knows him?

“How do you two know
one another?”

She ignores my question

I look back at Dean
whose jaw is clenched, his hands are formed into fists at his side

“I hired him.” Ashley
sneers

I look back at Dean but
he says nothing

“For what? Are you like
a male escort or something?” I scoff looking at Dean to say something.
Anything.

I hear Ashley laughing
manically. Causing fear to ripple through me

“No you dumb bitch. I
hired him to fucking kill you. He’s a hit man.”

I fall back a step.
Feeling my heart break into a million pieces. It was all a lie. He was going to
kill me?

 I feel his large arms
grab me. I hear him whisper loving words in my ear, telling me to let him
explain, how much I mean to him, telling me to try and understand. Asking for
my trust.

Trust?

I need to tell him to
let go of me.

To stay the hell away
from me

I need to scream before
he can kill me

I open my mouth,
filling my lungs with air…

But before I get a
chance, I feel a sharp bee sting-like pain in my neck…

And then everything
goes black. . .

                                    ***End
of episode One***

                                   
Author’s
Note

I didn’t know how to
start this one, I was washing dishes one morning after the kids were done
breakfast and I thought “how would a girl react to falling in love with a guy
and find out later that he has a huge secret?” I emailed a friend and I said ‘what
could he do that would really freak her out? He could be an Adult Film star, he
could be married. He could be a HITMAN.” You see which one I chose. I am liking
where this series is going so far. I think you will too!!

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