Page 36 of Obsession

“Hello,” Kane said when the call connected.

“Need you at Nora Fields’ office. Bring Crash. If the two of you want to make up for the shit you pulled, here’s your chance.” I ended the call, not even waiting for his response. I knew he’d come. Both of them would.

“It’s your lucky day, Doc. You get the buy one, get one free special. Not only is Kane going to fuck up your world, but Crash is too. Aren’t you lucky? You really should thank me.” I smiled. “After all, I’d do far worse things to you than either of them, and you know it.”

She choked and gasped, clawing at my hand. I held her in place, pinned to the wall, until Crash and Kane arrived. They took one look at my face and the doc and knew something had gone wrong.

“This bitch has been lying to me. She’s probably lied to the two of you as well,” I said.

“What did she lie about?” Kane asked.

“She said I was sterile. I’m not.” I let my words sink in. “Hollis is pregnant.”

“What purpose did it serve to tell him that?” Kane asked. “Were you hoping he’d knock someone up?”

Nora sagged and gave a bark of humorless laughter. “Fine. Looks like I’m caught. Want to know the truth? The three of you were perfect research for a paper I wanted to write about the mental and physical qualities of serial killers. And I may have thought one of you having a kid would be golden. Then I could study it from the time it was born and see if it turned out like any of you regardless of whether it had a loving home. I could have documented every detail of the child’s life as it was happening.”

“You think we’d love our children?” I asked.

“Not you. Their mothers. Even if one or two of you kept your kids, I knew at least one of the three would discard them. That child could be brought up in a normal home. No abuse. Just love and affection.” Dr. Fields smiled, as if she thought it was the most brilliant idea ever.

Crash shot me a look. “Maybe it’s just me, but it seems like she’s confessing a little too quickly. Besides, her logic is flawed.”

“On many levels,” Kane muttered.

“What made you think we wouldn’t just kill the women carrying our kids?” Crash asked. “Did it not occur to you none of us want families? We aren’t the domestic type.”

Dr. Fields’ brow furrowed. “But Riot hasn’t killed Hollis. So I was right, wasn’t I?”

“I can’t pretend to understand what’s going on with Riot and Hollis, and I’m not sure he knows either,” Kane said. “But the baby has nothing to do with the fact she’s still breathing. More than likely, any women you sent to us would have died the same day we fucked them.”

“Ha! My plan was so much more involved than that. Do you take me for an amateur?” Her eyes were feverish as she told us everything she’d planned. As much as I wanted to snap her neck, it would be too humane for the likes of her.

“Why tell us all of this?” Crash asked. “Are you hoping we spare you?”

Dr. Fields wouldn’t talk. For once, she kept her mouth shut. I tossed her to Kane and Crash. I had a feeling she’d started spilling her secrets to save herself from some torture.

“Make the bitch suffer, then find all her files on the three of us. Who knows what else she’s been hiding.”

I walked out, knowing they’d do as I’d said. Especially if it meant I wouldn’t kill them for hurting Hollis. Little did they know I actually needed the two of them. It was better for them to remain clueless.

Chapter Thirteen

Hollis

My heart hammered in my chest, anticipation and dread warring within me. Riot had commanded that I wait for him here, and the thought of disobeying never crossed my mind.

“Welcome back,” I whispered as the door creaked open, revealing his towering figure. His footsteps were heavy and purposeful. His eyes burned with sadistic intensity, promising pain and pleasure in equal measure.

“Miss me, did you?” he asked, slamming the door shut behind him. The sound ricocheted through the room, sealing my fate within his merciless grasp. I didn’t know what happened while he was gone. He still seemed as angry as before.

Trembling, I lifted my gaze to meet his, where fear entangled with longing deep within me. “Yes.”

“Good.” He smirked, reaching out to stroke my cheek with his rough hand.

“Riot…” My voice was barely more than a breath, but he seemed to hear it just fine.

“Shh,” he whispered, pressing a finger against my lips. “You don’t have to say anything.”

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