Hacked For Love & The Dom's Songbird

by Michelle Love

  Anne smiled broadly. The lines on her face pulled all together with the smile.

  “It gets better. Allen is going to kill Steele. That way Arsen finds out just how much he’s lost by leaving me. I can take it all away from him. Every last thing he cares about. His money, his freedom, and even the love of his life.”

  Heat filled Arsen as he tried hard not to run out and kill the old bitch. His hands fisted at his side. Anne was more horrible than he’d ever realized. She was the most sadistic woman he’d ever known.

  “Mom, how’s he ever going to know it was you who took that all away from him?”

  “That’s what the book is for. I’m going to write all the details until I can’t write anymore. Then I’ll have the book sent to him upon my death. Then I’ll have the ultimate revenge on him. His money will be going to the very people who broke him. You will end up with it all once I’m gone.”

  Beth’s hand moved to her chest.

  “Me?”

  Anne nodded.

  “Of course you. I mean it was you who started the whole thing. The boy was head over heels for you and when your father caught you two in bed and beat him, you’re the one who broke him. I thought you wanted him broken.”

  Beth looked down.

  “I was a dumb kid. A foolish girl. You and Dad were people I thought were strong. I wanted a person like that in my life. Arsen was always so emotional. So soft.”

  “I know,” Anne said. “He brought you flowers and candy for no reason at all. He bought you little trinkets of cheap jewelry all the time.”

  “Told me he loved me only a few weeks after he first asked me out,” Beth added. “He was sweet, kind, thoughtful. His mother was a horrible person and he wouldn’t allow her to meet me. Told me I was too good to have to deal with his crazy mother. He was protective, but not overly.”

  “He fawned all over you. You remember that time It was raining, and he brought you home after a night at the movies? He took his shirt off and held it over your head all the way up the sidewalk so you wouldn’t get a hair on your head wet.” Anne broke into laughter. “What a pussy!”

  Beth looked back over her shoulder towards the door she knew he hid behind.

  “Well, Mom, I wouldn’t call him that. That was nice and very sweet.”

  “He was so skinny back then,” Anne laughed. “A real weakling.”

  Beth turned back to look at her mother.

  “Well, he has muscles on muscles now. From what I saw on television.”

  “I made those,” Anne said as she patted herself on the chest. “I made him work out. Pushed him past his limits. I made that body. That was all me.”

  Beth’s cell phone rang.

  “It’s Bill,” she said. “I’ll forward it to voicemail.”

  “Nonsense,” Anne said. “I’m going to make us a couple of drinks. I see your glass of vodka is sitting there. I’ll add some OJ to it for you and brighten it up.”

  Anne got up and left the room as Beth answered her phone.

  “Hey Bill.”

  Arsen could hear the man yelling from where he was.

  “What the hell are you doing with him?”

  “Shh. I’ll tell you everything when I get home in a little while. I swear you have nothing to worry about.” Beth looked back. “Please, be patient. You’ll understand everything soon. Have faith in me, Bill.”

  “I don’t like this Beth!” he shouted.

  “I know. I promise you will understand soon.” Beth got up and walked towards the kitchen where her mother had gone and then back towards where Arsen was hiding. “Bill, I’ll call you as soon as this is all over. I love you. Bye.” She hung up and stepped around the corner.

  Arsen held his finger to his lips. She nodded.

  “Are you getting all this?” she asked.

  He nodded and waved her back into the living room. She smiled and left him, finding her mother walking back in.

  “More snooping, darling?” Anne asked. “You’ll find nothing more. And nothing in that room at all. I was going to do something very racy with it but lost interest as things heated up with operation fuck Arsen’s world up.”

  Beth laughed too. “So this Allen White guy. What are you going to do to make sure he never talks or tries to get more money out of you? Or are you paying him anything for murdering all those women?”

  “I told him I am.” Anne took a long drink from the tall glass she held filled with some kind of amber liquid. “But you don’t need to pay a dead man.”

  “Oh?” Beth looked at her with intrigue. “And how will you accomplish that without getting blood on your hands?”

  “Not sure yet, but thinking about how I can inject him with the same drug used on the other women and framing Arsen for that murder as well. What do you think? A good idea?”

  Beth nodded and clapped her hands as if she was excited.

  “Sounds positively fantastic! Is there nothing you can’t pin on the man?”

  Anne laughed.

  “I know this may be an odd thing to talk to your daughter about. Especially since we’ve both had sex with the man, but how do you think I can get a taste of that scrumptious man one more time before he’s put away forever?”

  Beth frowned.

  “You want to have sex with him again?”

  “Of course. And I know you're married and not as liberal as I am, but you should want a little taste as well. From what I saw that one time, you did not get what that man has to offer. He has the right moves. I taught him so I ought to know.”

  “I think he would be kind of broken up if this woman you say he’s in love with is killed. Don’t you? Not really the time a guy thinks about plowing into another female.” Beth shook her head at her mother.

  “If you showed up to console him, maybe he would give you a little of the new and improved man he’s become. And once you had him naked and in bed, I could sneak in with a little something to slip into his drink and then you could help me string him up while he’s knocked out and I can have my way with him.” Anne looked back at the door Arsen was hiding behind. “Did you hear something?”

  “No,” Beth said. She tapped her mother’s shoulder. “Now get back to telling me how you’d get him to have sex with you if you have him drugged.”

  Anne blinked then took a drink.

  “I’ve been so jumpy these last few weeks. Anyway, I would give him some ecstasy and when he was aroused, he’d wake up to find me and wouldn’t be able to stop himself from doing it. I use to do that to him all the time when he was mine.”

  “You drugged him a lot?” Beth asked with arched brows.

  “At first it was constant. I mean, he wasn’t into yet. He would get sick, the little puss. The littlest kinky things would set him off. So I would sedate him to relax him then give him some ‘X’ or some Viagra and perk him up. Also adding some type of stimulation. A clamp to his balls always accomplished what I wanted.”

  Beth looked back over her shoulder and her face looked sad. Arsen caught her eyes through the crack in the door then took a step back as he couldn’t bear to see the sorrow in them.

  His first love had no idea what he’d gone through at her mother’s hands. Arsen had no idea how often Anne had drugged him. He didn’t recall a lot from the beginning of that whole thing and now he knew why that was.

  Anne had left him in a drugged up stupor for the first few months. And then he realized why he let it all happen and how it all became kind of commonplace.

  Anne laughed, bringing his attention back to her.

  “I had him on three different drugs the first time I took him to a BDSM club. I walked in with the guy on the end of my leash and even though his body had not filled out yet, heads turned. He was pretty sexy even then.”

  “You drugged him and took him there on a leash?” Beth asked.

  “Wearing nothing but some ass less leather chaps. The women were clamoring for him. I had him fuck a few of them then me. It was marvelous!”

  Beth’
s face squished together.

  “You let him have sex with other women? I don’t get it.”

  “You wouldn’t. You see, I wanted others to know what I had in him. His large cock was a thing so incredible I wanted others to know how great I had it. You know, be jealous of me and what I had found,” Anne said.

  Beth took in a deep breath and Arsen knew she was holding herself back from puking.

  “Okay, so you made him have sex with women he didn’t know. Did he even know he was being taken to a club like that?”

  “No! He’d never have agreed to go. I had to drug him up and take him. He had fun. I mean who wouldn’t have fun fucking the night away with some gorgeous women?” Anne took a long drink.

  Arsen had to lean against the wall as he strained his brain to recall that night and just couldn’t. So much of that time was blank, gone, forgotten.

  He’d told himself for years he’d just blocked it as it was too hard to wrap his head around the man he’d become. But her admission to drugging him and essentially brainwashing him into thinking he liked that kind of thing was enough to tell him he really had become a man he never would’ve been if it wasn’t for Anne Sinclair.

  Beth asked, “Did you drug him the entire time you were together?”

  “After six months, I only had to drug him every now and then. He had a defiant streak in him even the beatings couldn’t tame. He had to be brought back down in other ways.” Anne looked a little sad. “But all along I thought we were getting closer and closer. Until one day he just wasn’t there when I got back from spending the week with you and your father.”

  “Is that when you lost him?” Beth asked.

  “I found him after a couple of months. He had a small apartment, and I dragged his ass back and beat the fuck out of him with these poles he had bought. He told me he had become a Dom and would never be a sub again. I left bloody marks all over his back. I hope the ass still has the scars.”

  Arsen leaned against the wall and tried hard not to go out and confront the woman. His body was aching with the memories she had conjured in his mind. She was a monster.

  Arsen had been in the lifestyle long enough to know Anne Sinclair was not your stereotypical Dominatrix. She was anything but typical. No Anne was a not into the real ideas behind that lifestyle. She was crazy.

  Anne took a young man, drugged him, manipulated him, brainwashed him and broke him. That wasn’t enough though. She wasn’t about to stop until he was thoroughly fucked.

  Arsen had heard more than enough, but Anne wasn’t through talking.

  “So you should see what I have in store for his vanilla princess,” Anne said.

  Arsen’s entire body tensed, holding himself back. He couldn’t believe she was planning even more than just having Steele murdered. She had more planned, and it was going to test him not to make a move and kill Anne Sinclair.

  “Mother, you really should leave that poor woman alone. If Arsen has turned into the man it seems you’ve turned him into, then I’m sure she’s suffering already,” Beth said as she scowled at her mother.

  Anne looked at Beth in surprise.

  “The man I turned him into? I didn’t turn him into a monster who kills women.”

  Beth’s jaw dropped.

  “Mom! He didn’t kill those women. You had Allen White do that.”

  “Well, yes. I mean.” Anne fanned herself with her hand. “You have me all mixed up, darling. With your accusation of me turning him into something he wasn’t. I mean, his good points yes. The fact he’s a lawyer. The fact he’s attractive, the fact he has a great body. Yes, I did all that. The fact he likes to choke women, no I did not.”

  Beth stood up and threw her hands in the air.

  “Look, just leave his vanilla princess alone. That’s all I’m saying.”

  “If you saw how he was with her you’d be so jealous. I know you would,” Anne said. “Just listen to what I have in mind for her.”

  Beth cast a nervous glance at the door Arsen was behind.

  “Mom, please.”

  Anne couldn’t seem to stop her mouth. “I’m going to get Allen to take her to this abandoned warehouse. We have her roommate there now. I think she might still be alive, but that’s neither here nor there. Anyway, I’m going to use every one of my devices on her until she’s begging for mercy and I’m going to record it and make Arsen listen to it. Well, I won’t be giving it to him until I’m dead. He’ll get that recording along with the book.”

  Beth looked at her mother with no emotion. “You have to know he’ll be set free after he gets those things in his hands. Then he’ll come after me. Do you realize that, Mother? Your plans are going to hurt me. A person who was never involved in any of this.”

  “Oh!” Anne looked shocked. “I honestly never thought about it like that. Well, perhaps I shouldn’t give you the ten percent or leave the money I’m taking from him to you after all. I guess I’ll leave it to a charity. Maybe one for abused women or something noble like that.”

  “Mom, do you think maybe you could use some help? Like some professional help?” Beth went to her mother and put her hand on her shoulder and looked into her eyes.

  Anne looked into her daughter’s eyes.

  “There is nothing wrong with me, Beth. You don’t understand this lifestyle is all.”

  Beth laughed. “Mom, that lifestyle may be a little odd for some, but it’s not about murder. It’s not about making people do that type of thing who don’t want to. It’s not about any of the things you’re making it out to be.”

  “I feel as if you’re judging me, Beth. I knew this would happen if I told you about this. You should leave. I cannot take that look you’re giving me. I can’t take it. You and your father always expected me to be perfect! I can’t be! I can’t damn it!” Anne moved away from Beth and grabbed her drink and drained it. “Leave!”

  Beth stood still.

  “Don’t yell at me, Mother.”

  “How can you stand in my home and say a word to me, you little slut? I guess you don’t recall how your father and I found you fucking that man in your bedroom!”

  Beth laughed.

  “Mom, we were teenagers. He was no man. We were not fucking. We were making love. It was beautiful and wonderful until Dad busted in on me. Arsen treated me like gold. My only regret is that I lost my mind when I saw Dad and you and something in me went crazy. I thought Arsen was some kind of God. More than a mere teenage boy. I was wrong for thinking that way. I was wrong for thinking he could fight my father. A man twice his size at that time.”

  “He was a weak man,” Anne said.

  “He was a fucking kid, Mother! A kid. And Dad beat him like he was a grown-ass man! I hate myself for how I reacted. I drink to forget what I allowed to happen to him. I’d never let anyone hurt my kids like that. It was only because of who his mother was and how he had no father that Dad even got away with what he did to Arsen.”

  “Beth, you’re making me feel really uncomfortable. Are you thinking of telling Arsen what you know? Because, Beth I can’t tell you how much I cannot allow that.” Anne took a step toward Beth. “Tell me you will always remember who your mother is. Who you owe your loyalty to.”

  “You, Mother. Always you. Is that what you want to hear? Is that what will make you happy? I will never tell Arsen about what you did to ruin his life. I will never do that. Want to know why?” Beth folded her arms over her chest and glared at her mother.

  “Why?” Anne asked.

  The doorbell rang, and both women turned and looked at the door. Arsen tensed even more.

  Who the hell could that be?

  Part Thirteen: For Revenge

  Intrigue. Passion. Suspense

  Gwen managed to get Allen White to see through Anne Sinclair. They went to find Anne and Allen was going to deal with her once and for all.

  Gwen took full advantage of her chance to gain her freedom and with the help of a little, old lady, she was finally safe.

  Arsen had
managed to stay hidden and get all Anne’s confessions recorded, but Allen’s sudden appearance and his actions had Arsen in a bad situation, one he might not make it out of alive.

  Detective Fontaine arrived on the scene along with Paul and Steele, but when they got inside it looked to all like they may have gotten there a few moments too late.

  So many questions needed to be answered.

  Steele felt Arsen may have rekindled some spark for his first love, Beth. But she needed to let him have the closure with Beth he’d need to heal from all her family had done to him.

  Was Arsen changing? And could Steele accept and love the man he was going to become now the threats were gone, and the wrongs had been pointed out and he could move on from the past which had him so scarred?

  Is this the end for Arsen and Steele?

  GWEN

  The sun was right overhead as Allen and Gwen drove to Anne Sinclair's house just after noon. Allen glanced at Gwen as he drove down the road at 80 miles an hour. “I can see now she was totally setting me up. That bitch was totally setting me up all this time and I was too stupid to notice.”

  Gwen looked sadly over at Allen.

  “I'm sorry this happened to you Allen. I really am but no one else has to die.” She was doing everything possible to make the man feel as if she was on his side.

  Gwen knew a thing or two about getting into a person’s head and making them think things which weren’t true. And she was using all she’d learned in her psychology classes to get into Allen’s head and make him believe she was in this thing with him one hundred percent.

  Allen looked at her with a sly smile.

  “One more person has to die,” he said.

  Gwen’s stomach knotted as she asked, “Who's that Allen?” She knew the man was insane and anything he did he seemed to make a plausible excuse for. In his mind anyway.

  “Sinclair, of course,” he said with a little laugh. “I'm not going to let her get away with this. My ass is going to get sent back to prison for sure. Unless…”