Jasmine (4 page)

“I’d be pissed at you too if you
used my middle name with my first all the time. And what the hell were you
thinking naming them after flowers? Did you hope they’d be pretty as a garden
or some shit like that?” Ginny laughed when Guinevere flushed. “You did, didn’t
you? Well, they aren’t. They’re like a cancer on my and your lives. The sooner
we rid the world of them, the better.”

“What are your plans with Jasmine
Zin…Jasmine? I think I’d like to be more helpful with her. She should have been
the first one we got rid of. Then worked our way up from there. She’ll be easy,
I think.”

Ginny thought so too, but then
she’d figured the teacher would be as well. Who would have thought that a
stupid school teacher would have caused them so much trouble? When she’d hired
those idiots to kill her Ginny wished she’d had them blow up the school and not
mess with taking just one teacher out.

“I have a plan, but it’s sort of
complicated. I want to make sure that we can get this one done before we move. I’ve
already hired two men to do the deed, but they can’t act until we get the
little twit alone.” A thought occurred to Ginny. “I don’t suppose you want to
handle that part, would you? Maybe invite her out to lunch and see where we get
with that.”

Guinevere was nodding before Ginny
finished asking. “Yes, I can do that. I can tell her we should have lunch
sometime and then when you’re ready, I can call her. Yes, I like that plan.”

Ginny waited until Guinevere went
away before she made notes in the note pad. She really didn’t think that
Guinevere would go for it and was wondering how she could make it happen on her
own. Jazzie was much too gullible for her tastes, but she thought maybe her
mother was right. Taking out this child might be a piece of cake. Ginny made
another notation before she got up and hid the books away. There was no reason
to believe that Guinevere would get cold feet and turn her in, but one did not
take a chance with the insane. Ginny was just laying down when she felt
Guinevere coming back. She was surprised by that. They only talked when they
could see each other.

“I forgot something. I have an
appointment with Cain tomorrow. I have to be at his office at eleven-thirty to
talk to him.”

Ginny acknowledged her, but didn’t
speak. It was hard like this when they spoke and sometimes it wore her out.
More and more, as a matter of fact, she felt…well, drained. Ginny decided to
speak to Cain about it the next time she saw him. She closed her eyes as she
smiled. She could not wait to get a piece of that man.

Something woke her. Ginny wasn’t
sure what it was because normally Guinevere woke when there was something going
on and called her if she needed her. Ginny lay very still. The not knowing made
her very uncomfortable.

She got up quietly, not wanting to
alert whoever was inside the house, if indeed someone was, nor did she want to
take any chances that she could be hurt. Ginny made her way to the kitchen,
where she saw a light coming from under the door. Picking up the large vase
that sat near the doorway Ginny went into the room quickly.

Nothing. No one was there and she
could see nothing out of order. She looked at the kitchen door, the one that
led out to the garage, and found it unlocked. The glass panel was shattered. When
she stepped forward she cut herself on a piece of the glass and it made her cry
out.

“What happened?” Guinevere said as
she appeared. “Oh my, you’ve cut yourself. Wrap it up, quickly. Do you want us to
get infected?”

Ginny simply ignored her.
Really
,
she thought to herself,
wrap it up?
Fucking moron. She took a deep
breath before she spoke. “I’m aware of the consequences if it gets dirty,
Guinevere. And why didn’t you wake up when someone broke in? Do I have to
fucking do everything?”

“I didn’t hear anything.” Ginny
wrapped her foot as Guinevere continued. “I swear to you, I didn’t hear
anything. Did they take anything?”

“How the hell should I know? I’ve
been taking care of my fucking foot.” The blood soaked through the towel even
as she continued wrapping it. “It’s going to need stitches. Now what the fuck
do we do?”

Guinevere, in her usual non
helpful manner, didn’t answer. Ginny reached for another towel and wrapped it
around her foot again. She was going to bleed to death at this rate. When she
started to talk to Guinevere again, she realized she was gone. That’s when she
saw it.

There had been no reason to look
on that end of the counter when she’d walked in. There had been a pile of junk
there since they’d moved in. Some of it was hers and the rest, most of it
anyway, belonged to Guinevere. They had been saying they were going to sort
through it for months.

But she felt one of them would
have noticed the blood. It was fresh too, bright red instead of the rust color
that it became after it sat for a while. Ginny traced the blood path from the
pile of paper all the way up the side of the refrigerator to the top. She
clamped her hand over her mouth before she let out a scream.

The neighbor had a dozen cats. Most
of them were kittens, of course. The mother cat had dropped about eight or so
of them several weeks ago. There had been a couple of other large cats, but
other than noticing the pregnant one, Ginny had never paid any real attention
to the stupid things. The tom, an orange-and-gray-colored cat, had been hanging
around for what Ginny had thought was another piece of ass.

Right now, the tom was sitting
atop her refrigerator with his throat slit and his eyes wide open. Standing up
Ginny hobbled a bit closer to see that he had been eviscerated as well. His
guts lay out to drip over the top and his blood stained boxes of cereal that
had been stored there. That’s when she saw the little card.

“Stay away from the Waite
Family or else this could be you.”

Ginny stumbled back to the chair
and nearly missed it when she tried to sit. Someone knew. Someone knew. Someone
knew. Someone knew, her mind kept repeating over and over. With trembling hands
she picked up the stack of towels lying on the table that she’d gotten out to
wrap her foot and began to unfold and refold them. She did this four times
before she pushed them away. She never let her mind think about what this
meant, simply did the chore until she could think past the note. But that
hadn’t worked out for her. Not yet at any rate.

Calling for Guinevere would be a
waste of time. Not only that, but she’d be hysterical and that would do no good
other than to piss Ginny off. Right now she’d like to hit someone, but hitting
Guinevere wouldn’t serve the purpose.

Someone knew. Or, at the very
least, thought they knew. That wasn’t as bad, but it could be. She wondered if
it could be Guinevere, but dismissed that. Ginny would know if it were her and
then there was the simple fact that Guinevere could barely cut up a chicken for
dinner much less try and cut up a big tom cat. No, she was much too squeamish.

The money-grubbing whore came to
mind next. But again, this wasn’t her style. Ginny knew she’d have called the
cops in…hell, she might even have called in the Feds for all she knew, and then
it would be all over. No, she was much too rich to get her hands dirty. Ginny
didn’t think she’d even have someone do it. Again, she was a mostly by the book
sort of bitch and wouldn’t do this.

She mentally marked off the cops
too. The first one might have the stomach for it, but he would have waited
around to see her reaction. And the other one would have signed his name to the
card just to piss her off. No, it wasn’t one of the family members. It had to
be someone who thought they might know, but didn’t have enough to go to the
cops—not yet at any rate. But who?

Ginny found some tape in the
laundry room and taped the stack of towels over the hole. She didn’t clean up
the glass. She figured she’d been cut; Guinevere could clean up the mess. She
was going back to the bedroom, leaving a trail of blood behind her, when she
remembered the cat.

Fuck it.
Again, she’d been
cut. Guinevere was very capable of handling one dead cat. Besides, since she
wanted to become more involved in killing off her kids, she’d have to get used
to a little blood. Because, for the next kid, she was going to make sure there
were buckets of blood.

~~~

Nathan wanted to stay and finish
talking with Jasmine. Well, he actually wanted to stay and finish what they’d
started in the car, but he’d been called back to the office by his sister. She
had told him to take his time, but after all she’d done for him he couldn’t do
that. Jasmine had gone on to her home and he’d gone to work. But she had asked
him to keep quiet about what he’d discovered.

Now here it was, three in the
morning and he was wide awake. Wide awake and horny as hell. He glanced down at
the three books he’d picked up at the bookstore on his way home from work. That
was the reason he was standing in his kitchen with a stone hard erection and no
way to relieve himself.

Christ, who knew that Jasmine
Waite could write that sort of thing? It wasn’t just the sex, though Christ
love a duck, that was more than he’d expected. But the story had been amazing.
Both of them, as a matter of fact. The way she’d written the characters and the
plot made him want to go out and get the rest of them to see if they were
nearly as good.

He knew too that she was more than
likely writing from her own life. He’d heard stories about the Waite family. You
couldn’t live in this area for very long and not have heard about how Roscoe
Waite and his wife had treated their children. Or not heard how the fucking ass
had taken Quinn as a hostage and put a gun to her head demanding that Alyssa
pay what was owed him. The man had gotten it in his head that he was owed the
reward for finding Alyssa.

His sister had been missing for
nearly ten years when Roscoe had done this. Nathan’s mother and Alyssa’s had
tried to have his sister declared dead to get to the money that had been left
to her by her father. But someone would send in a picture of Alyssa and the
papers would have a heyday about how she’d been found. Of course, it was Cain
who had actually found her.

He’d been in the hospital waiting
on his mother’s surgery to be over when Alyssa had walked in. She’d been there
to get some medicine for one of the homeless people she’d been living with all
that time. Another man, Moon, had cut her badly and she had also been hoping to
get medical treatment. But she’d passed out before she could get away and Cain
had treated her. And that, he thought with a smile, was just the beginning for
the two of them.

Nathan picked up the book again
and opened it at random. His cock surged when he started to read an excerpt. He
wondered if at anytime she’d ever done the things she wrote about.

“Suck on my cock, love. I want,
no, I need to come down your luscious throat and fill you with my cum.” He
tangled his fingers in her hair and guided her to take him. “That’s it, baby. Oh
Christ, your mouth is so hot.”

Matthew pumped hard and deep,
his cock touching the back of her throat even as she gripped his shaft in her
small hand. When she reached beneath his cock for his balls and began to roll
them he felt them tighten and fill. But he didn’t want to come just yet and
knew that if he didn’t slow this down he wouldn’t last until he tasted her. Pulling
his cock free of her mouth with a small pop he reached down and lifted her up.

He devoured her. Her mouth was
swollen from his cock and he nipped at her lower lip as he walked her back
toward the chair. Matthew wanted to taste her pussy, spear her with his tongue,
and drink from her.

“Sit down. Put your ass at the
end so that I can fuck you with my mouth, Lidia.” Her moan nearly undid him. “Hurry
or I’ll be forced to punish you again. You remember what I did before, don’t
you?”

She looked ready to refuse. He
knew she remembered what he’d done to her and she wanted it again. Before she
refused him and forced his hand again he turned her and pushed her into the
chair. He dropped before her, pulled her bare ass to the very edge of the chair
and entered her deep with his fingers.

“You can’t come until I say so.
You do and I won’t let you play next time. I’ll tie you to the bench and
torture you until you beg me to give you release. Understand?”

Her juices ran down his hand
and to his elbow. He stopped fucking her and held her still until she looked up
at him. He waited, knowing that she knew what he wanted.

“Yes. I won’t come. Not until
you beg me to.” Her grin made his cock ache. He needed to dominate her, but
there were times like now that he wanted her sass, wanted her to disobey so
that he could do what he—

Nathan tossed the book across the
room. He hurt and that was not helping. He opened his pants and freed his cock.
He began to stroke it as he imagined Jasmine. He knew that if he didn’t get
some relief he’d be hurting tomorrow. Hell, he was hurting right now so badly
that he wanted to go to Jasmine’s house and demand that she let him do all the
things that Matthew and Lidia had done to each other.

His phone ringing had him tightening
his grip on his cock. He looked over at the caller ID. He frowned when he saw
Jasmine’s name there. He picked up his phone with his free hand and continued
to torment himself. He couldn’t imagine what she wanted.

“Are you injured? Something wrong?”
he asked in way of greeting. She didn’t answer him right away “Jasmine? Please
answer me.”

“Can you come here? Now? Please?” He
nearly swallowed his tongue. Before he could ask her why, what she needed, she
continued. “I want you. I…about today, we didn’t finish and I want you to. I
can’t sleep.”

He stood up and adjusted his cock.
He pinched his phone at his shoulder as he zipped his pants up, nearly catching
himself in the teeth. He hissed between his teeth as he reached for his keys.