Secrets Of The Alpha 2: (BBW Paranormal Shape Shifter Romance) (His Secrets Series) (3 page)

“Since you claim to be so okay with everything, did he know that you were contacted by Gloria Darling?” She asked. I rolled my eyes.

“Yes, as a matter of fact, he did,” I said almost too proudly.

Her questions were slowly turning to be irrelevant as time went by. I didn’t know what Gloria contacting me had to do with this interrogation…or whatever this was. It was not like Vincent would have killed her in a jealous rage or anything. I wasn’t gay, and Vincent knew that…

“So, did he know and then you told him or did he know because you told him?” She asked. I looked at the screen and then turned my attention back to the interrogator.

“Why does that even matter?” I asked, looking at her.

“Oh it matters all right, Winnie. See, that little detail makes all the difference in the world,” she pointed out.

I looked at her and frowned. Whatever she was saying did not make any sense. For all I cared, she could have been putting together random words just to see what got to us the most. If ever there was a moment to cross my arms on my chest, it was right at that moment. I shook my head and then shrugged.

“I don’t understand what you are driving at,” I said. I would love to drive back n forth on your damn face, I thought as I looked at her.

“Baby, she is trying to insinuate that I killed that acting agent,” Vincent said. I looked at the screen and then at the woman and shook my head.

“That’s not true!” I said as I looked at her. “You have no idea where she is, so you think you can just pin her murder on him? He didn’t do it!” I was hysterical.

I looked at Vincent again and shook my head. I was very sure that he did not kill Gloria, and if they had found her dead body somewhere, then it was most definitely not Vincent’s doing. It could have been some other monster raising havoc in the town for all I cared. Not my Vincent.

“You see Winnie, I cannot just take your word for the gospel truth. That is the main predicament I am facing here,” the interrogator said. “The thing is that you and I know two very different people,” she added. I rolled my eyes again.

“So you must understand that when I ask you when exactly Vincent came to know about your dealings with Gloria, it is just to determine a timeline. Because given the Vincent Muse I know, then I can totally understand how he would be angry, maybe even jealous. I actually wouldn’t blame him for being vengeful,” she said in the same annoying cynical voice that she had been using ever since I first heard her talk.

“Stop it!” I wanted to say bitch, but somehow I could not help but thinking that she would make Vincent pay for my catty tongue.

“And if he did, it would be because he had to and not for any other reason,” I felt myself get even angrier when the interrogator forced out a sarcastic laugh that echoed around in the room.

“Whoa, Winnie! With that kind of defense, then I am sure that that monstrous wolf could kill anyone and get away with it as far as you are concerned.” I was staring daggers at her.

“You know, as long as he can convince you that he killed the person for the greater good or self-defense… or whatever the hell kind of bullshit he manages to pull out of his ass!” I looked at her, breathing hard. I had even forgotten about the breakfast I had been offered earlier.

“Did you ever think that maybe there was something else out there? That maybe there is a sadistic wannabe somewhere in Hollywood looking to raise hell?” I suddenly said.

I wasn’t very sure where all this confidence was coming from. The woman smiled and flipped her long luxurious hair over her shoulder. She had a sick smile on her face as she looked at me.

“You are so naïve,” she said as she looked at me. I rolled my eyes.

“I am not naïve.”

“Really? Because you seem to believe every little lie that Vincent tells,” she said. I shook my head.

“I’m not lying!” Vincent said loudly.

“He’s not lying,” I said in a small voice.

There was a long silence before she finally spoke.

“Well, see Winnie, unlike you, I’m not so easily convinced.” I looked up at her and wondered what kind of bullshit she was going to come up with this time around. “And I think wolfy here killed Gloria.” She looked at me and flashed me a sick smile. “And I think he did it because he was angry with her for trying to recruit you behind his back.” I was shaking my head.

“Definitely not out of some twisted moral code you claim he lives by.” She looked at me and then looked at Vincent. “So, Mr. Muse. What do you have to say for yourself? Why did you have to murder an innocent woman simply for doing her job?”

“I said I didn’t kill her!” Vincent said again. “Ah!” He was crying out because he was being whipped again, over and over. I shut my eyes tightly and sobbed silently.

“Please stop…please make it stop,” I pleaded inaudibly as my heart beat hard in my chest.

I found myself wishing I could teleport out of there taking Vincent with me. I wanted to go as far as I could, away from this interrogator’s bullshit. Closing my eyes was the only way I could get away from this reality, but it did not seem to be working. I could still hear the guards hitting him harder and harder and Vincent trying as bravely as he could not to cry out. But eventually even with all the superhuman strength, he could not hold it in much. I heard him crying out over and over; I was in agony and so was he.

“I didn’t kill her,” Vincent said again when the guards finally stopped. The beating seemed to have been going on forever. I had never been more worried about him.

“You didn’t kill Gloria Darling, really Vincent?” The interrogator asked. “Then why, pray tell, was her body full of teeth and claw marks?” She paused and looked at me and then at him. “You look like you need a refresher course, so maybe you would like me to dig her up and show her dead body to you?” I looked at Vincent. By this time, I was struggling to breathe thanks to all the crying I had been doing.

“You know what, Vincent, here’s a better question. Do you even remember killing her? Do you know if you took her life or not?” I was looking at the woman as she prodded Vincent. “Can you tell me with certainty that you did not kill her?” I wanted to hear Vincent say yes. I wanted to hear him admit that he did not kill Gloria, but he   didn’t speak. He was just standing there, holding on to the bars of the cage. I looked up at the screen, hyperventilating.

“Did you… did you do it?” I asked as I looked at him. “Was it…is it that…” I was struggling to get the right words out of my mouth but it seemed almost impossible to say anything close to audible. “Was it before you were cured?” I finally managed to ask. “Was it an accident?”

Vincent shook his head.

“Don’t believe anything they tell you, Winnie. Don’t let them get you twisted in their sick little game,” he looked at me, and I could almost see the honesty in his eyes, the honesty I had come to know and love… and even fall in love with.

“There is more to the story, baby. There is so much more to explain more than I can from this cell but no innocent man or woman…” He didn’t get a chance to finish his sentence. He groaned again, and I cried silently as the interrogator shocked him again.

“Please…please stop it,” I cried as I watched his almost lifeless body reach to the current that was going through him.

“Enough with the lies!” The interrogator said.

I could sense the anger in her voice. She was getting antsy, and I knew that would not be good for Vincent. She seemed to have been taking her anger out on him more and more in the last few minutes.

“You want to know what the truth is, Winnie?” She asked as she looked at me. But I was not really looking at her. I was looking at the love of my life wondering how life could be so mean as to give me this perfect man only to take him back in the worst way possible.

“The truth as I am trying to show you, as we are all trying to show you, is that Vincent Muse is more than just a dangerous man,” she said.

I shook my head. “No!”

“Yes he is, Winnie. He is a beast, and the sooner you accept this, the better it will be for you.” I was still shaking my head, crying uncontrollably. “I mean really, would you trust a snake to its word?” I looked up at her. My vision was already hazy thanks to all the tears that had welled up in my eyes.

“Well, I wouldn’t, but I think you might. But there is no way I can trust your boyfriend here because this has happened before.”

“Don’t listen to them, baby!” Vincent yelled. I looked at him and tried hard to show him that I didn’t believe anything she was saying, but there was no way of knowing whether he could see it on my face.

“Has Vincent told you about his last family, Winnie?” The interrogator asked. I looked at her and shook my head in confusion. What was she driving at?

“His tall blond wife and those three once perfectly wonderful children?” She looked at Vincent and then looked at me.

“Dead, every single one of them.” I gasped and looked at the interrogator. I looked at Vincent and tried as hard as I could to blink back the tears threatening to roll down my cheeks.

I found myself thinking about the million possibilities that the interrogator would have been driving at. There was a big possibility that the man I loved so damn much was a murderer. I could handle knowing that he had killed in self-defense or even killed to protect me, but the knowledge that he might have killed for no reason at all made him no different than a common criminal. He could very well be the next Charles Manson or Joe Carroll if the latter wasn’t some urban legend created ever so creatively by some talented writer. I was feeling my head get lighter and lighter as the woman talked. Her voice now sounded distant, almost like she was trapped at the bottom of a half empty tank of water. Vincent’s voice was attempting to tower over it, but what I was feeling was clouding everything else. I felt a wetness on my cheek as a single tear rolled down it. I was breathing hard as I tried to calm myself down.

Don’t believe a word she says, Winnie. You know Vincent better than that, I tried to convince myself but it was not working. I was at the mercy of what I felt. I was totally and completely out of my body. My heart was bleeding as I looked at a tired, tortured Vincent.

I don’t know why or how it happened, but suddenly I was drifting off. My eyes were still open as I looked at Vincent, but all I could see was another kind of Vincent. He was in a white shirt and black pants. He kind of looked like an ancient Spanish swordsman, and he even had a pair of boots. His hair was longer than usual, and it was falling loose on his shoulders. There was a woman with him. A long haired blonde woman. She was beautiful, more beautiful than I could ever imagined.

She was looking at Vincent who had his arm around her waist. They looked so in love. I didn’t even think he had ever looked at me like that. She was saying something to him, and he had a smile on his face. He gently brushed a stray strand of hair from her face and leaned in to kiss her. Even though they seemed to be a distance away, the kiss still looked beautifully passionate. She was giggling when he pulled away. She said something to him, and he laughed softly as the hand on her back slowly slipped down to cup a feel of her ass. He pulled her closer to him, but she put a hand on his chest and pushed him off. I couldn’t understand that. I would have given the world so that I could spend even one short minute in his arms. It suddenly became clear why she had pushed him off.

There were three kids running up to them: two girls and a boy. The kids were beautiful, perfect even. They looked like they were around five and ten. The girls had long blond hair just like the mother, and the boy had dark brown hair like Vincent’s. The girls seemed to be competing for Vincent’s attention. The boy had his small arms wrapped around his mother’s hips. She was smiling and then laughing, and Vincent was carrying the girls in each hand. It was almost like the two girls were simple weights in his hands. They looked happy, really happy. They were almost as happy as I wanted to be. Actually they were as happy as I had always dreamed. Everything about that picture was perfect. The kids, the beautiful cover girl wife, the three perfect kids… maybe that was what he wanted, and to be honest, I couldn’t give him what he wanted. I felt another tear roll down my cheek as I saw another picture.