Property Of (30 page)

I was calmer than I’d ever felt in my life. I was focused; I had one purpose only, seek and destroy this bastard. Unfortunately, what I also was was stupid. I’d parked my car right in front of Gypsy’s, not thinking about hiding the damn thing. And a powder-blue VW beetle is easy to spot if you’re a cop, on a bike, searching for your missing girlfriend. I’d no sooner typed in my new screen name than the lid of my laptop was slammed shut. I looked up, saw angry, but compassionate eyes directed at me, but I ignored them and raised the screen again.

Without a word, Dallas leaned over, unplugged my laptop, pulled it from my hands, and began wrapping the cord around it. When he was done, he took hold of my hand, pulled me from my seat, and started heading for the door.

“You can’t stop me,” I told his back as he led the way.

“I can stop you,” was his arrogant reply.

“I have to stop him.”

“We’ll get him.”

“He can’t hurt them.”

“I won’t let him.”

I tugged back, the calm I’d held onto was leaking out, only to be replaced by panic as we walked down the sidewalk.

“I have to do this,” I shouted, trying to wrench my hand from his.

Dallas whipped around and tugged my arm until I fell into his chest. “You’re gonna get in your car and then I’m gonna follow you home. We’ve got detectives on the way with a court order to review the security tapes and to interview the owner. There is no way in hell he’s gonna show up tonight and there is no way in hell I would ever allow you to be a sitting duck,” Dallas seethed.

His tone of voice managed to reach through my panic until I could think clearly, then I felt myself slipping right back to stage one of grief.

“This isn’t real, there isn’t a monster out there trying to kill my friends,” I argued.

Dallas wrapped his arm around my shoulders and put his lips to my forehead. I grabbed two handfuls of his shirt and held on while he held me on the sidewalk next to my car. After I gained control, I pushed back and he let me go. Stepping off the curb, he opened my driver’s door, threw my laptop on the passenger seat, and helped me into my car.

“Are you okay to drive?” he asked before closing my door.

Nodding, I barely looked at him as he closed the door. I started my car, pulled out, and headed for home with Dallas close on my bumper. When we got to my house, he took my key, opened the door, and drew his weapon from his holster. The fact that I was in a situation that required a gun to be drawn in order to enter my own home should have made me laugh. Instinctively, I knew it would one day, but right now; the crushing despair I felt all but swallowed me whole.

***

Dallas made a sweep of the house checking doors, windows, closets, and under beds. He saw no sign of forced entry, so he headed for the foyer where he’d left Nicola. When he rounded the corner, his jaw tensed when he took in the sight of her. Her shoulders were shaking as she clutched her purse and laptop; her eyes were closed as silent tears fell down her face. Dallas was accustomed to seeing those broken and grieving after a loved one was taken too soon, but he wasn’t there to view the aftermath. The time shortly after he had broken the news, to watch helplessly as the families coped with the tragedy. The utter helplessness that came from losing someone they loved in such a barbaric way. Yet, he knew instinctively that if he let her withdraw, to slip into depression for the unfounded guilt she felt, that she’d be hard to reach. And he wasn’t about to let that happen. She was his to protect and that included protecting her from her own guilt.

Since he’d seen Janeane lying on her bed, he’d been in a cold sweat of fear that this bastard wouldn’t be stopped before Nicola was dead. For a man who spent his days in pursuit of justice, a man who wouldn’t hesitate to put his life on the line for the average citizen, he knew he wouldn’t hesitate to kill for the woman falling apart in front of him. Right now, he needed to reassure himself that she was safe needed to give her something to feel beside gut wrenching pain, needed to touch her and feel the warmth of her skin because her heart was still beating. That she wasn’t cold and rigid because some monster had taken her from him.

When Dallas reached Nicola, he pulled her purse and laptop from her hands and dropped it on the entry table before bending at the waist and lifting her into his arms. She buried her head in his neck, her arms curling around it as he walked down the hall to her bedroom.

Without a word, Dallas placed her on the bed, reached behind him, and pulled his shirt from his body followed by his jeans and boots. Once he was naked, he reached out and grabbed Nicola at the nape of her neck, drawing her up until their mouths met. She opened for him without hesitation, attacking his mouth as if she hadn’t just had him that morning. With their hearts beating rapidly, Dallas ripped off her clothes and revisited the curves and planes of her body, memorizing the smell of her skin, the pulse points which told him she was alive, breathing—his.

When his mouth found her silken folds, her scent further ignited his blood, which called to him to claim her—to make her body burn with life, to remind him she was still living, still breathing. Her hands buried in his hair, anchoring him to her hot center as he teased her sensitive clit, causing it to swell until she was gasping for release. He took her close to release, then eased off until she was mad with passion, chanting, “Please, please, please” while she lifted her hips closer to his mouth. He wanted her incoherent when she finally burst free, wanted her thinking only of the pleasure he was giving her, wanted her sole focus on him and what he was doing to her body.

Dallas rolled, taking Nicola with him. With his hands on her ass, he raised her up until she was hovering just above his mouth. His tongue snaked out and flicked against the bundle of nerves, smiling when she jerked with a moan. He inserted two fingers inside her silken depths and curled his fingers until he found the spot that turned pleasure from an almost living breathing thing to an otherworldly experience. His cock hardened painfully as he watched her hands slide up her body until she reached her breasts and began tweaking her rose-colored nipples. Then she moved a hand back and he growled deep in his throat when the delicate hand reached back and wrapped around his throbbing shaft. When she bucked on his face and released another deep moan, he lifted her from his mouth until she was positioned over his cock and surged up as she slammed down. She climaxed immediately, tightening around his throbbing cock like a velvet clamp, but she held back, pain cloaking her desire, choking her, numbing her body to the healing a release could give her.

Rolling them both again, Dallas pumped into her core, his mouth on hers, his tongue matching the rhythm of his thrusts while her moans turned from staid to erotic as she fought to feel something other than hollow. Raising her leg so he could sink further into her, Dallas grunted low each time he felt the head of his cock touch her womb. With one hand on the bed, he pulled back, moved his other hand to hers, and placed it where they were joined.

“Focus on this,” Dallas grit out,
determined to hold off until he’d punched through her pain and she felt something other than loss.

Nicola whispered, “Yes,” as the mounting despair she felt mixed with her need to be claimed by Dallas, to drown in the possession of her body so she couldn’t think.

“
This
” Dallas hissed as she wrapped her hand tighter around his cock, “is all that matters in this moment,” Dallas ground out.

“Yes,” she whispered, then begged, “Please, I want to feel something other than pain.”

“Then let it go and give it to me.”

“I’m scared,” she cried out.

“Don’t be,” he fired back.

“You’ll leave me too, and then I’ll be empty.”

Dallas paused for a moment, holding her eyes with his. He saw her fear, her pain, and the anger that was choking the life out of her.

“Give it to me and I promise I’ll guard it with my fuckin’ soul. I swear, I’ll fight the demons back and keep you safe.”

Nicola whimpered, her breath catching as she stared back at him, hope settling across her face instead of anguish.

Dallas saw the moment when she let go, trusting him to carry the load, trusting him with her heart, trusting him to keep her safe. The tears flowed faster than before, but the line that had been drawn sharply across her forehead since that morning melted away. She let go, giving it all to him. It was the single most beautiful thing he’d seen in his thirty-four years—complete surrender of her mind, body, and soul.

With a growl of possessive triumph, Dallas pulled her up, claimed her mouth, and then rammed back into her until they were both burning. Then, with a shattering intensity, he took them both over the precipice.

***

Yellow crocuses pushed through the winding gardens in my backyard. Their golden color bringing life to the brown beds as the days grew warmer; evidence that spring was upon us, followed by the sweltering heat of an Oklahoma summer. Jason Aldean was right when he said the skies here were beautiful, watercolors that took your breath away.

Staring at the burnt orange of the rising sun, mixed with robin’s egg blue of the sky, helped settle my nerves, and grounded me in a way nothing else could. This was God’s country, from the rolling plains of the panhandle to the highest peak of the Ouachita Mountains in eastern Oklahoma. God came first here, followed by family and country. We weren’t a bustling state, but laid back with a smile for our neighbors and a helping hand if one needed it. It’s one of the reasons my father chose to stay here, and one of the reasons I chose not to move when my writing career took off. That being said, right now, sitting on my back patio watching the rising sun on those water-colored skies, I wished like hell I’d left. If I had, none of this would have happened, yet, at the same time, I knew that God didn’t make mistakes— he was in control. For whatever reason, God guided me to stay, laying the groundwork for the events that happened this past week, and I knew that in the end He would show me why my friend had to die. That ultimately gave me the comfort I needed to shift the blame from myself to the person who was responsible—Dark Prince.

Now we just had to find him and make him pay.

With my eyes on the horizon, I opened my computer and clicked on my OneDrive account through Microsoft. When my computer crashed a few days before I was in such a panic over losing my files that I’d forgotten I had uploaded them all to my online office account through Microsoft. I’d taken thorough notes on the man in the beginning because I thought I would base my killer on him. Knowing now that he probably was, sent a chill through my veins. Shivering as I opened my “Property Of” file, I began reading my notes.

I heard the door to my patio open, but didn’t turn to watch Dallas walk outside. I was concentrating on my notes when a hand brushed the hair from my shoulders. Warm lips touched my neck and an even warmer hand cupped my breast, swiping a thumb across my hard nipple, I closed my eyes and let his strength flow through me, warming my cold body.

“I don’t like waking up to an empty bed,” Dallas whispered in my ear before his hand left my breast to tilt my chin up so he could kiss my lips.

“I couldn’t sleep,” I whispered back against his lips before opening my mouth for him and taking my fill. When he was through kissing me good morning, instead of taking a seat in the chair beside me, he plucked me up then sat down forcing me on his lap. I leaned my head against his shoulder while he ran his hand through my hair in a lazy absent-minded way. Kissing my forehead, he reached out for his coffee that he’d placed on the table next to his phone, while I settled deeper against his body and held on.

“What are you working on?” he mumbled in my ear.

“I took notes on Dark Prince and I was hoping there was something in them that might help find him, but there wasn’t’. Just impressions, things I remembered him writing.”

“We can give them to Parker, he might see something you don’t,” Dallas replied, still running his fingers through my hair.

“I thought I’d lost my notes when my computer crashed the other day. But I forgot I had my files set to upload automatically to my online account.”

“Your computer crashed?”

“Yeah, it was the strangest thing. I was shutting down my POF and SSD accounts, and all of a sudden, my computer went crazy and shut down. When I turned it back on, everything was gone as if it had been factory reset.”

Dallas tensed when I said that so I pulled my head from his shoulder and looked up.

“Did you download anything right before this happened?”

“No, I had just opened a message on SSD and then seconds later it crashed.”

“Fuck,” Dallas bit out as he leaned forward and grabbed his phone from the table. “Do you remember who the message was from or what it said?”

“Um, Master something and the subject line was . . . Oh, my God. Dallas, the message was titled, “Gotcha” and it said, “Now you see me, now you don’t.”

Nineteen

Dallas stood quietly listening as Parker updated Reed on the investigation. The amount of information the FBI had gathered in twenty-four hours was staggering and made his blood boil. After Nicola had explained about her computer the day before, he’d called Parker who had sent one of his agents to retrieve it from Mega Watts, a local computer repair company. He’d then turned it over to his tech support who recovered the computer files, logged into her SSD account, and determined that the man behind MasterX, in layman terms, had embedded a code into the message he’d sent Nicola and when she clicked on it, it triggered a Trojan horse, and a factory reset. The why of it, Parker figured once they’d traced MasterX back to the TPD server, was to get rid of any information she may have had on Dark Prince. Tracing MasterX back to the TPD severs proved that the man stalking Nicola and her friends was also The Shallow Grave Killer and for once in his career, he wished like hell that they’d been wrong. They knew who the killer was, but they weren’t any closer to his identity than they had been in close to two years.