by Rumer Raines
“why are you doing this Fred?” Hannah whispers as I stare at the stop light. I haven’t said two words since I put her in the car. What can I possibly say to her? I take a deep breath and glance at her, staring into her eyes
“Thomas” I whisper as the light changes and I hit the gas
“What?”
“My name is Thomas. Stop calling me Fred.” I tell her, and she sighs
“Then why are you doing this Thomas?” her brow creased with worry
“The hell if I know.” I tell her, and she doesn’t ask again.
I live in a very nice neighborhood in the city. I was able to pay cash when I bought my three-story townhouse. I worked hard for what I have, even if it left bodies along the way. I could see the shock on Hannah’s face when I pulled into the driveway of my gated home. I walked over and opened the door for her and she hesitated before getting out.
Hannah’s eyes practically bulged out of her head once she walked inside. She looked around and touched my black leather couch and looked back at me in surprise. I suppose she thought I would live in a dump because I am a killer? She paces around the room looking at the large flat screen tv that is hung above my fireplace. I think I hear her gasp when she sees the black leather chaise.
“I guess crime pays huh?” she whispers as she looks at me and falls onto the chaise. I nod and walk to my bedroom to get her something to sleep in.
When I return to the room Hannah had fallen asleep where I left her. I sit across from her thinking about how I am going to get myself out of this situation. She looks so peaceful and beautiful while she is sleep. I can’t let her stay here, but I can’t let her go back home either. In a few hours someone is going to notice Stan is missing. Is Hannah expecting to go back to the diner tomorrow? I can’t keep her from going, it will look suspicious. Will I have to drop her off? That will really look suspicious.
I can’t just go to bed and let her lay here. She will bolt when she wakes up. I don’t want to have to track her down again. She is too smart to get caught by me twice. I gently lift her off the chaise as she moans and wraps her arm around my neck. When I lay her on my bed, she moves to her side. I take off her glasses and place them on my night stand. I lay down next to her and pray this girl doesn’t become my fucking kryptonite.
I stare at the ceiling most of the night. I am wide awake and have too much pent-up energy to sleep. There is only one way I relieve this kind of energy and I know it’s not option now. Hannah moves a lot in her sleep and she manages to put her leg over mine. I roll my eyes as I am so hard right now that my dick Is practically lifting the blanket off me. Hannah shifts more towards me in her sleep and before I realize what’s happening her arm is over me and her hand is laying on my hard dick. If she makes any more adjustments I will fucking cum. I try not to move as she moans and squeezes my dick. When I notice her tense, I turn to look at her and her eyes are the size of fucking saucers and I can tell she isn’t breathing. Hannah turns an odd shade of red and jumps out of the bed.
“oh my God…oh my God…. Oh my God.” She keeps chanting as I sit up in the bed watching her freak out
“It’s ok. Calm down” I tell her, and she shakes her head and starts to pace while refusing to look at me
“It’s not ok! What are you doing in MY Bed?!” she yells at me and I am taken aback at being yelled at in my own home. One of the few times I am being nice, I get yelled at? I take a deep breath to calm myself before responding.
“This is my house. You fell asleep and I put you to bed. It’s called being nice.” I tell her, and she stops to look at me
“You climbed into bed with me and you think that’s being nice?” She asks, and I can hear the sarcasm oozing out of her and I don’t like it… at all.
“I think it’s nice that I am letting you live. I think it’s nice that instead of dropping your ass off in that little rat hole that you call a home and the even bigger rat hole that your parents live in, I brought you back to my home. I also think it’s nice that instead of letting you sleep on the chaise that I brought you to my comfy bed.” I tell her, and her eyes stare back at me. I can tell that I have pissed her off and I brace myself for the fight.
“Fuck you. I am being nice by not calling the cops.” Her cold voice threatens me, and I take a breath to try to control my temper.
“Are you threatening me Sweetheart?” I grinned and straightened my shoulders. I slowly walk towards her and she start to back away from me. She gasps when her back hits the wall and she has the nerve to smile at me as I narrow my eyes.
“What if I am? What are you going to do to me Thomas? Are you going to kill me and take me out of my misery? Go ahead do it.” She pleads, and I am standing close enough to her that I can feel her heart racing.
I grab both of her arms pulling her against me and slam my mouth onto hers. Hannah’s hands move down to my chest and instead of pushing me away, she pulls me closer. I turn her around and walk us back towards the bed. I growl as I yank her skirt up and move her panties to the side. I push two fingers inside her and when she turns her head, I take her mouth. Hannah groans as she lifts her ass trying to ride my fingers and I push and pull my fingers in and out of her.
“You are so fucking wet. You’re dripping for my dick aren’t you sweetheart?” I whispered against her ear as her trembling limbs clung me to me. I pull my fingers out of her and lick them clean before pulling my own pants down. Hannah is on all four and I slam into her from behind. I slam into her repeatedly thinking about the frustration this woman has caused me. As my grip tightened my attitude became more serious. She shouldn’t have been in that damn alley. She shouldn’t’ have been in that damn diner alone with Stan. She shouldn’t have been in my damn bed tonight. With each thought my thrust became a little harder.
Hannah moans as she starts to push herself on my cock and it occurs to me that she is fucking me as hard as I am fucking her. She reaches behind trying to touch me and I push her hands away pinching her clit.
I wrap my hand around her throat and pull her closer to me. Hannah gets wetter and pushes her ass against me.
“Do you like my hands around your throat, with my cock inside you?” I moan into her ear while my climax gets closer and closer.
I thrust three more times into the warmest, tightest pussy I have ever been in and once she comes I follow. She settles back, she almost seemed to enjoy the feel of my arms around her.
Hannah and I collapse as we lay next to each other in silence. I just fucked a witness, a witness that just threatened to go to the cops. I have lost control of this situation.
I wish I could blame this situation on someone else, but I can’t. Maybe I should blame Frank Deluca? If he wouldn’t have made killing women off limits, I wouldn’t be in this situation.
Hannah
Thomas and I manage to avoid each other the next morning. He slipped out of bed before I woke up and I was thankful that he did. I didn’t even take my uniform completely off before I let him fuck me. I can’t even say he did anything other than fuck me. I was fucked by a killer. I don’t even know how I will be able to look at myself again…ever. I take a deep breath before getting out of bed and stare at my uniform, which Stan ripped while attacking me.
I have another uniform at home, I’ll just go pick it up before work. I feel like I am taking the walk of shame as I walk downstairs and find Thomas in the kitchen. He turns around when he hears me and despite last night, his eyes are still cold and hard. His eyes lift when I tell him that I need to leave so I can go home to grab another uniform. I don’t have to be at the diner until this afternoon, but that’s none of his business.
“Don’t you normally work until close?” Thomas questions and I swallowed hard, lifted my chin, and boldly met his gaze. I can’t believe this bastard knows my work schedule.
“I thought I would swing by the diner this morning to check on the girls.” I answered in a rush of words. Thomas rolls his eyes and tosses his glass into the sink so hard it sounds l
ike it shattered
“You don’t think that would look suspicious? You know they will think Stan is missing, you’re just going to show up to do what exactly?” there was a critical tone to his voice. He tilts his head and I don’t know how to answer the question, but I don’t think I need to answer them.
“I guess I don’t know. You’re the professional killer, how do I make myself look innocent?” I can’t hide the bitterness in my voice.
Thomas stiffened as though I struck him and when he is close enough he puts his hand around my neck. Is he going to kill me now? His dark eyes are distant, and I get a chill from the coldness in them. What Thomas doesn’t realize is that I am past the point of caring. My life sucks and I have nothing to live for. Maybe I shouldn’t have ran the first time I seen him kill in the alley. Maybe I should have walked towards the danger, instead of run from it.
“Why do you keep testing me Hannah?” His lips puckered with annoyance
“Do me a favor Thomas…When you kill me do it quickly, just like you did with the others.”
“You ready to die Hannah?” Thomas whispers as he pulls me closer and I lift on my toes to meet his eyes
“Yes” … I reply, and he opens his mouth to respond when his cell phone rings. Thomas closes his eyes and reaches into his back pocket. His eyes stay on mine when he answers, and he doesn’t say enough for me to know what he’s talking about, until he mentions that he can’t come in today. I just hope he isn’t planning to watch me all day. Thomas releases me when he hangs up and walks away from me. He stares at me from across the room with narrowed eyes and I stare back at him.
“I’ll take you home to pick up your uniform and we’ll swing by the diner. If there are cops there, we won’t stop.” The corner of his mouth twisted with exasperation and I walked away rolling my eyes
I felt ashamed when Thomas walked into my place. I don’t have much, but I have worked my ass off to get it. Thomas huffed and glanced around like my place wasn’t good enough for him to even be in. My home is a large room with a sofa I got off the curb, a kitchen table with two wooden chairs and a bed that is under the window. The carpet is a dirty black swag and neither of the three cabinets in the kitchen even have doors. I have one small closet that fits every piece of clothing I own. When I ask Thomas if he wants to sit down, he stared down at my sofa and shook his head. I asked him if he wanted to look at tv and his eyes lifted and looked around the room.
I pointed to my small nineteen-inch television that sat on the stack of books that I used as a television stand. Thomas looks between me and television before walking over and sitting at my kitchen table as I worried that he’ll break one of only my two chairs.
“Tell me about yourself.” Thomas whispers and I think I misheard him
“Excuse me?” I replied as I felt impaled by his steady gaze
“I said tell me about yourself. How did you end up here?”
“End up here? Am I beneath you?” The tension between us increased with frightening intensity
“You were only beneath me last night Hannah. I want to know how you ended up living here.” He gave me a narrowed glinting glance
“You know where I work, I am not pulling in the big bucks.” I remind him, and he nods
“I understand that, but this doesn’t make any sense. Tell me how you ended up here.” His voice was carefully colored in neutral shades
“You don’t need to know anything about me.” I tell him and grab a new uniform and head to the bathroom to shower and get dressed. I throw my blood covered uniform into the hamper and take a deep breathe before having to deal with Thomas. When we finally arrive to the diner, there are cops all over the place. There is yellow police tape surrounding the front door of the diner and I see Nikki standing outside crying.
Before Thomas gets a chance to stop me, I hop out of the car and I run over to Nikki giving her a big hug. She cries as she tells me that something happened to Stan. I stare at the cops walking in and out of the diner and wonder what the hell they could be doing? I know Thomas got rid of Stan and I cleaned up all the blood. Did I miss a spot? A few customers come over and give Nikki hugs as she tells them what she told me, and I notice Thomas who is now at my side. Nikki stops talking and looks him over as the customers walk away shaking their heads.
“What’s going on?” he questions, and Nikki can barely answer as she practically gropes him with her eyes
“Something bad has happened to Stan.” Nikki tells him as she starts to play with her hair. She must not be that concerned with Stan since she can flirt with Thomas.
“Why do you think that?” Thomas asks, and I smirk when he doesn’t notice her flirting
“The front door was open when I got here and there was blood all over the floor. They even found blood inside Stan’s car, but they haven’t found him yet.” Nikki advises, and my eyes meet Thomas’
I know there wasn’t blood all over the floor when we left. I also know the front door wasn’t open. Nikki excuses herself to go talk to another group and I turn towards Thomas.
“What the hell is going on?” I whisper, and his eyes focus on the cops that are flowing in and out of the Pink Cup.
“Someone seen us.” He tells me, and my chest tightens with fear. Thomas grabs my arm as a police officer approaches us. He pulls me close telling me not to look back and we keep walking until were back at his car. I stare out the window as the detective stares at me and we pull off.
Thomas
I have left another witness. Not only did I have another witness, but they are setting me up to be caught. I got rid of Stan’s body, Hannah got rid of all the blood and someone planted shit at the crime scene. I know the cops will test do a DNA test on the blood to find out who’s it is, but they will investigate everything that happened in the diner last night. They’ll want to talk to Hannah and I think she’ll crack and tell them everything.
I drive straight to Deluca’s and park in the ally. When I walk over to the passenger side to open the door for Hannah, she is reluctant to get out. We walk into the dark bar and I glance towards the office to see the lights are on in Frank’s office. I pull out a stool for Hannah to sit, but when I see the look on her face I am wondering if I can trust her to stay put while I find someone to discuss this shit with.
“Thomas… Who is this?” Oliver asks, and I turn to see him approaching and I release the breath that I was holding when I see him. Oliver is going to be pissed, but I would rather discuss this shit with him than either Deluca.
Hannah’s eyes widen as Oliver stands between us and I narrow mine on her. Does she like what she sees when looking at him? More importantly why do I even care? Hannah is a witness, not my woman. She obviously can feel me looking at her and she turns her attention back to me and glances away as Oliver chuckles. I pull him aside and tell him about literally saving Hannah’s ass last night. I tell him how I had to once again kill someone and she’s a witness. Oliver starts to look suspicious when I tell him that this morning the diner was covered in blood and cops were investigating. He comes to the same conclusion, that someone is trying to set me up.
Oliver suggest that I get out of town for a few days until everything dies down and tells me that I need to take Hannah with me. I can’t leave her behind since we can’t trust her. Hannah walks over and stands between us advising that she wants to be involved if were talking about her. Oliver looks at her and back towards me.
“Do you think you can deal with her for a few days?” Oliver’s tone was coolly disapproving and Hannah gasps
“I don’t need to be dealt with. I would like to be dropped off at home and forgotten about. I already told Thomas that I won’t talk. If he doesn’t believe that I gave him the opportunity to kill me.” She tells Oliver and I close my eyes as my head falls back staring at the ceiling. What the hell is wrong with this woman?
I can feel Oliver’s eyes on me and I refuse to look at him, glancing at Hannah instead. Oliver tells me to get out of town for a few days and
he’ll see what he can find out here. I can hear the suspicion in his voice. I can assume he is thinking I have lost it, and I think I may have. I take Hannah by the arm and pull her out of Deluca’s and head for the safe house.
Hannah complains during most of the drive up and pouts the remaining time. She doesn’t want to leave town with me. She needs to go back to the diner. She hates me and wishes she would have called the cops, since I would be in jail and she wouldn’t be taken hostage. I turn up the radio to drown her out and she throws her arms across her chest, which I guess is a small temper tantrum? I just hope that Oliver figures this out who is setting me up, so I can get home as soon as possible.
I was almost lost in my own thoughts when the red and blue lights along with siren pulled behind me. Hannah turns in her seat to look behind and I pull off the road. Please let this damn cop drive by and not pull off the road with me. I am not that lucky, and he pulls behind me as the cop from the diner get out of the passenger seat. I lower my window, but he walks over to the passenger side and smiles at Hannah.
“Where are you headed darling?” the cop asks in a low, composed voice
“Were just going out of town for a few days.” Hannah answers and my head hits the headrest
“Out of town huh? This is funny timing isn’t it? We’re investing a possible murder at the diner, your boss is missing and your headed out of town with a dangerous mob member?” he comments, and Hannah shrugs her shoulder
“I think the timing is good actually. I was so upset about something possibly happening to Stan that Thomas thought he would take me away for a few days. He’s not dangerous to me at all.” She chose her words carefully
“I don’t think it’s good timing at all. As a matter of fact, I think I’m going to need you to come with me Ms. Cofe.” he replies as he opens the door and grabs her by the arm pulling her from the car. Hannah protest as he tugs her towards the police car. Before I can stop him, the other officer pushes me against my car and puts handcuffs on me.
