The Midnight Club

by Love, Michelle

  His hands pinned her above her head, his eyes riveted on hers, dark and intense. Inca sought his mouth hungrily, wanting to be possessed completely.

  He was rougher this time, and when he flipped her onto her stomach and eased into her ass, she cried out. “You want me,” he murmured in her ear and she nodded, gasping at the feel of him inside her and the sharp but intense, pleasurable pain. He fucked her into such a state of desire that she was almost sobbing. Still he would not let her rest, pressing her against the wall of the shower they shared and screwing her so hard they toppled out of the cubicle onto the hard floor.

  Afterward they lay talking, Inca exhausted but still enjoying the feel of his big hand stroking her skin as they talked. She fell asleep wrapped in his arms, feeling safe, and above all else, loved.

  The girl was trying desperately to clear the snow away from the windscreen of her car. The snowstorm was unrelenting and she was almost sobbing, knowing that if she couldn’t get her car started, she would die out here. When she saw the other car, she almost screamed with relief. She waved him down and, as the driver got out, she beamed at him.

  “Thank God you’re here.”

  “It’s okay … get in the car and I’ll see if I can start it.”

  She climbed into her car and in moments heard him shout. “Try it now!”

  She did – and it started. “Oh, thank God, thank you, thank you.”

  Her savior got into her passenger seat. “Will you be okay now?”

  “I think so, thank you.”

  The car’s heater was kicking in now and she unzipped her jacket. “I can’t thank you enough.”

  “How about a kiss?”

  She looked startled. “Excuse me?”

  “A kiss to say thanks.”

  Oh God, a weirdo. She decided to keep him happy and pecked his cheek.

  “Thank you.”

  Relief. He was getting out. “Take care.”

  She nodded and smiled as he got out. She switched her windscreen wipers on— just as her door opened and he dragged her out into the snow. She screamed, but her scream was lost in the storm. Watching in horror, she saw the knife.

  “Oh God! Please, no, no …”

  Her killer drove the knife into her stomach and she knew it was over. As he stabbed her again and again, the pain was unimaginable and as she felt her life slipping away, she wondered how someone so beautiful could be such a monster …

  The girl died quickly. He could tell he had severed her abdominal artery when the hot gush of arterial spray hit him. God, he lived for those moments. Her blood on the snow. So lucky to have found her. Her black hair, her olive skin—she looked even more like his girl that the first two. The first two here in Washington. The first since he had found her.

  Inca. All the girls wore her face now. Maybe it was time she knew he was coming from her. He wanted her to feel that fear and know that she was going to die very, very soon. He pushed the dead girl’s shirt up and, taking his knife, began to carve …

  Tommaso was still asleep when Inca woke the next morning. He looked so peaceful and boyish, she smiled down at him and silently slipped from the bed. Her legs wobbled; she grinned to herself as she remembered the night’s fun. Her thighs ached, and her vagina felt sore from the pounding of Tommaso’s huge cock. God, she had never realized sex could be so all-consuming.

  She showered quietly and dressed. This time, she knew the way to the kitchen and walked down there. Raffaelo was already there as was Debbie. Raffaelo smiled at her.

  “Good morning, Inca. I trust you slept well?”

  Ignoring the heat in her face, she nodded. “Thank you, yes.”

  “Have some breakfast,” Debbie said, setting down a plate of freshly baked croissants. “I’ll be making some eggs in a second. Would you like some?”

  “Yes,” Inca smiled at her. “Thank you.”

  She sat down opposite Raffaelo, who poured her some juice. She thanked him, watching as he also took the coffee pot and filled another mug for her. “I feel spoiled.”

  Raffaelo laughed. “It’s just breakfast.”

  “How are you enjoying living here, Raffaelo?”

  She watched as he considered. “I’m not as gregarious as Tommaso, so I find it difficult to meet new people. Also, my English is not as good.”

  She smiled at him. “I was wondering about that.”

  He nodded. “Tommaso attended Harvard; I did not. In fact, this is my first time in America.”

  Inca was surprised. “Really?”

  Raffaelo smiled. “I know it is surprising, but my heart lies in Italy. Tommaso persuaded me to come with him, to open some American clubs as a way to expand the business. Not that it needed expanding.”

  “I have to be honest,” Inca said, sipping her coffee. “I’m not someone who goes to clubs.”

  Raffaelo’s smile widened. “I don’t blame you. Terrible places.”

  Inca laughed at his mischievous smile and the tension in her chest eased a little.

  “Hello.” They both turned to see Tommaso watching them from the doorway. Something in his demeanor made Inca’s smile falter, but he came to kiss her temple and sit down with them.

  Inca swallowed her sudden nervousness. “Raffaelo was telling me it’s his first time in the States.”

  Tommaso smiled. “I think maybe he needs a guided tour from the best guide in Willowbrook.”

  Inca smiled at Raffaelo. “I’d be happy to when the weather improves.”

  Raffaelo nodded, glancing quickly at his brother. “If you don’t mind, I’d like that.”

  “Good,” Tommaso said, seemingly approving, then he leaned in and whispered in her ear, “Well, not exactly like the tour you gave me.”

  The meaning in his words was clear, and Inca’s whole body flushed with embarrassed heat. Was this the way it was going to be? Tommaso marking his territory?

  I don’t think so, Mister.

  Inca gritted her teeth, and smiled at Raffaelo, who, she noticed, was studiously ignoring his brother.

  “It’s really no problem. Come by the Sakura soon and we’ll go from there.”

  “Thank you, Inca.”

  After breakfast, Raffaelo disappeared into the big house and Tommaso and Inca sat in the living room, watching the weather close in. Inca bit her lip, frustrated. “I’ll have to try and get back into town today.”

  Tommaso shook his head. “It’s too dangerous, Bella. Stay here for as long as you like.”

  Inca sighed. “You are very kind, Tommaso, but I have a life to get back to. I have the business, and I have to start looking for somewhere to live.”

  “Oh?”

  She told him about the apartment. “It was such a shock, you know? For weeks, I was the only bidder on the place and then boom. Another buyer slamming in a ridiculous offer at the last minute. It kind of broke my heart. I know that’s ridiculous, but it’s my home, you know?”

  Tommaso stroked the back of her neck. “Bella, say the word and I will buy it for you. Just say the word.”

  Inca was horrified. “No! No way! My God, did you think that’s why I told you? Believe me, Tommaso …”

  “Inca, calm down. I know that wasn’t your reason for telling me. I’m making the offer anyway. Say the word.”

  Inca was gaping at him. “Tommaso, we barely know each other. We’re not even in a relationship.”

  “We’re not?” His green eyes were soft; they dropped to her mouth in a way that made her belly flutter with desire. Inca relaxed.

  “Tommaso, even if we’re at the tentative stages of … something, I’m still not ready for that kind of offer from you, however kind. And it’s unbelievably kind, but no, thank you. I can find somewhere on my own.”

  He stroked her hair. “You could always move in here. We have plenty of room.”

  Inca smiled at him and kissed him gently. “Again … way too soon, but you are a sweet man, Tommaso.”

  He grinned wickedly, his eyes crinkling, and he moved quickly, pu
lling her onto his lap and tickling her. Inca screeched with laughter. “Oh, you lunatic …”

  Tommaso suddenly stopped tickling her and pressed his lips to hers. “You intoxicate me, Inca Sardee … I’m completely under your control.”

  She tangled her fingers in his hair. God, he was gorgeous …”Take me back to bed,” she whispered, nuzzling her nose to his. “Take me to bed and fuck me into next Tuesday …”

  Olly fought his way over to the Sakura, not expecting it to be open, but inside he found Scarlett, alone. “Why are you open?”

  She grinned at him. “If you expected me to be closed, why did you come?”

  Olly shrugged. “You got me.”

  “Well,” Scarlett turned to get him his usual Americano, “you’re officially my only customer.”

  Olly looked around. “No Inca?”

  Scarlett grinned. “Nope. She drove up to the Winter place to return something to Tommaso Winter. She called me a little while ago. She got snowed in up there and is staying until it’s safe to drive back.”

  Olly nodded. “Okay, then.”

  “Jealous?”

  Goddammit, Scarlett never let up. Olly tried not to grimace.

  “Not at all. If you hadn’t noticed, I too have moved on.”

  “Snippy.”

  Olly gave up and grinned. ’You are a pain in the ass.”

  “That’s me.” Scarlett studied him. “Seriously, though. She’s fine; so what’s your thing with the Winters?”

  “Who says I got a thing?”

  “I know you,” Scarlett said. “You’re not sure about them.”

  Olly sighed. “It’s not really the Winters bothering me. It’s the murders. Scarlett, in my ten years of being a cop, I’ve never seen anything so depraved, so brutal. I can’t shake the image of those girls … and the fact that they’re Asian-American. You can see why I’m a little antsy about Inca’s safety.”

  “She’s a big girl,” Scarlett said gently. “And she can look after herself.”

  “It’s my job to make sure you’re all safe.”

  Scarlett shrugged. “Fair enough. Just don’t get too controlling. You—”

  “Don’t have that right anymore. Gotcha. Look, Scarlett, why don’t I walk you home. No-one’s going to come in today.”

  Scarlett shook her head. “I’m good. I have stuff to catch up on, stock-checking, stuff like that. Thanks, though.”

  Later that night, Olly shouldered his way into his apartment and flicked on the lights. He snagged a bottle of water from his refrigerator and opened the door onto the small balcony. The snow had finally stopped and now the night was calm, but still bitterly cold. The apartment overlooked the harbor and the ferry landing and he saw now that the last ferry of the day was waiting. He had thought the weather would stop the ferry service to the city, but no, he saw the lights of the ferry bobbing in the water.

  He was surprised to see a familiar figure striding along the jetty. One of the Winter twins— he couldn’t tell which one—jogged up the gangway and disappeared into the ferry.

  Where the hell are you going at this time of night?

  Olly frowned and glanced at his watch. A quarter of twelve. Olly pondered for a moment and shrugged. No business of his what they got up to after hours. He drained the water bottle and headed inside. He showered and brushed his teeth and collapsed gratefully onto the bed.

  In the morning, he woke to the news that another woman had been murdered in the city. As he watched the news briefing, a shock drilled through him as they showed a photograph of the dead woman. She looked so much like Inca that it took his breath away. The victim was older than the others, an Indian-American woman in her early fifties who had been released from a mental health facility earlier that day. She had been stabbed to death like the others, but this time, a message was carved into her skin.

  Police are not releasing the details of the message but say it could help them in the search for this vicious and merciless killer.

  Olly felt sick, but not as sick as an hour later when Knox called him and in a flat voice told him that another girl had been found dead. He drove out to the site and saw the horrific scene. The body was frozen; the girl’s terror forever etched on her face; her clothes pulled up to reveal just what her killer had done to her as well as the carved message on her skin.

  Olly looked at Knox and saw he was as shocked and horrified as he was. It was what Olly feared the most. The carved letters in pale skin.

  Inca.

  Inca drove home alone, despite Tommaso’s insistence that he should come with her. She had gently declined. “I have so much to do, Tommaso, to get back to work and find a new place. Thank you for everything.”

  She’d been at the Winter home for two days before the weather had settled enough to return home, but she had to promise Tommaso she would keep the dress he had bought her and wear it to dinner that night. Smiling, she kissed him goodbye. “I’ll see you tonight.”

  He slid his hands around her face. “I’ll miss you.”

  She opened the door to the Sakura to find it busy and Nancy and Scarlett run off their feet. “I’ll be down in one minute,” she promised them before running upstairs to change.

  “More like ten minutes,” Nancy grumbled when she returned, but she kissed Inca’s cheek. “How was your sojourn at the billionaire’s mansion?”

  Inca rolled her eyes. “Very pleasant, thank you. We burned one hundred dollar notes for warmth and made the servants race naked in the snow so we could bet actual gold bullion on them.”

  “Sarcastic minx.” Nancy tried not to grin. “Get to work.”

  “Yes, boss.”

  Apparently, the entire town of Willowbrook had been going stir crazy at home during the storm and they had all descended on the teahouse that day. Inca, Scarlett, and Nancy didn’t get a break all day, and when evening rolled around, they were all exhausted. As they were closing, Olly and Knox came in. Inca locked the door behind them. Both men looked shattered.

  “What’s going on?”

  Inca went to make them some hot sandwiches as they told the women about the new murder victim. Nancy watched them carefully. “There’s something else you’re not telling us.”

  Olly sighed and Knox looked uncomfortable. “You all better sit down.”

  The woman exchanged glances but sat down as requested. Olly took a deep breath in. “The body we found, and the one found in Seattle … both had been stabbed to death and then mutilated. A name had been carved into the dead women’s stomachs. A warning. A threat.”

  “What name?”

  Inca already felt a heavy dread settle over her as both Olly and Knox turned to her. “Just say it,” she said in a low voice and Olly nodded.

  “I’m so sorry, Inca. Yes. It was your name.”

  Inca put her head in her hands. Nancy looked shocked and sick. “Are you sure whoever it was, meant …?” She nodded towards her daughter. Olly patted her hand.

  “No, we can’t be sure, of course. It’s just, with the ethnicity of the victims, and the location of the deaths, and the relative uniqueness of your name, Inks, especially in the county, we have to assume that it could be a death threat.”

  Inca threw up her hands. “But, why? I don’t think I have any enemies.”

  “Could be someone who’s fixated on you. Anyone could have come in here and seen you. Or maybe there’s someone from your past?”

  Inca shook her head, silent, shocked. “I don’t think so.” But in the back of her mind, there was something, something she had never told anyone, not even Nancy. Something she had forced herself to forget.

  Olly was studying her face. “Inks, you okay? Look, we’re going to be on this twenty-four seven until this guy is caught.”

  “Who says it’s a guy?” Scarlett wondered. “What if it’s a girl?”

  “Unlikely,” Knox said, and Scarlett scowled at him.

  “A woman is just as able to …”

  “Scarlett. We know it’s a man, okay? Just l
eave it at that.” For once, Knox was without his usual swagger; he just looked shell-shocked. Scarlett opened her mouth to argue, but then took pity on him, squeezing his hand.

  “There’s something else.” Olly looked at Nancy and Inca. “The woman who was killed in Seattle … this one was different. She was older, a former mental health patient. Inca, her resemblance to you is undeniable. We would like to take a DNA sample from you to test against the dead woman.”

  Nancy gave a distressed cry and Inca stared at Olly in horror. “What?”

  He nodded. “I’m so sorry, Inca, but we have to investigate the possibility that the woman murdered in Seattle was your birth mother.”

  Olly looked up as his sister Luna came into the police station balancing two cups of coffee. “Hey, haven’t seen you around for a while.”

  Luna gave him one of the cups and sat down opposite him. “I’ve been staying in the city.”

  “Okay.”

  Luna was never very forthcoming about her movements and Olly couldn’t help feel concerned about his younger sister. She was the same age as Inca—twenty-eight—but somehow seemed so much younger. Her dark blue eyes and black hair made her stand out in a crowd, but Luna always seemed to be trying to avoid any interaction with her peer group. Only Inca had ever broken through Luna’s high walls, and now that she and Olly were no longer a couple, Luna seemed to be backsliding. It bugged Olly.

  “Thanks for the coffee. You go see Inca?”

  Luna shrugged. “She’s out to dinner with the billionaire, apparently.”

  Olly grinned at his sister. “Don’t be judgy. You know Inca’s not a gold-digger. Why are you taking our split out on her? I’m the one who instigated it.”

  Luna sighed. “Then you’re the idiot.”

  “Sweets, we couldn’t have stayed together just for you, you know.”

  “Don’t be patronizing; that’s not why I’m pissed.”

  “Then, why?”

  “Because she’s the best thing that ever happened to this family and you blew it.”