Page 39 of Deadly Desires

“Do any of you know what 305 pertains to?”

They both shake their head no, and it feels like we take two steps forward and one step back. This might be something or it might be nothing at all. In my gut though, I have a feeling that the guy messed up. He said himself that Melody makes him uncontrollable. This is something big, and I’m going to figure this out.

Each of us are turning back to our files; we scan them for any mention of 305.

What feels like hours later, I finally come across a 305.

“I got something,” I announce to the group. My heart is racing, and I truly believe this will lead us to Melody. My little sparrow has to be so afraid, and the thought alone kills me.

“OK, so what is it?” asks Franklin as he takes a seat next to me.

“I was looking over her school records and stumbled upon a course number that ends in 305. It’s one of the advanced classes she was taking, so it probably won’t be with anyone from her graduating class.”

“Holy shit… OK let me go to my laptop and see if I can pull up info on who was in that class with her.”

A few minutes later, Franklin turns in his chair and has a smirk on his face. Why he always leaves us hanging is beyond me.

“What did you find Franklin? Spill it,” says Kayden, looking like he wants to throttle his neck.

“There were forty-three students in that course and twenty-six of them were males. Not sure how else to narrow it down, I sorted through Melody’s course work and found a few projects that she worked on with guys in the classroom. One of them stood out to me though. His name is Damian Merikh, and he did quite a lot of projects and essays with her. When I did a search on him, I found that he owns multiple properties in Southern California, but what I found really interesting is that he owns a few warehouses in downtown Silicon Valley.”

“Holy shit, if this is the guy, how do we narrow down which warehouse Melody might be in?” I ask, getting up from my seat and starting to pace the room. My little sparrow is coming home, I feel it in my bones.

“Well, that’s the thing. So I checked the surrounding area for cameras. Only one of the properties has cameras across the street, and I could see the entrance to the warehouse in the camera footage. Going back through video footage for the past week, the first warehouse has absolutely no movement. So that eliminates that building—at least I hope.”

Franklin continues, “So now we are down to two buildings. One is newer and has a legit business running out of it, so I doubt he would keep her where there are people coming in and out. That leaves the last building. According to google images, it’s pretty run down, but there aren’t very many windows and the windows it does have, appear completely blacked out. I think this is the one.”

“Let’s go then,” Kayden says gruffly, running a hand through his hair. “We can’t really afford to waste any time.”

“We need to think about this, make a plan. We can’t just go in all willy-nilly,” says James, being his typical rational self.

“What do we do?” I ask, feeling hope simmering in my chest for the first time in four days.

We all put our heads together for an hour or two and come up with a solid plan.

We’re going to bring Melody home if it’s the last thing we do.

Chapter 28.5

Damian

The stupid little bitch tore my mask off right as I was about to take that tight cunt of hers.

Completely overcome with rage, I kick her in the ribs where she lays on the concrete floor. She’s completely passed out, but I still get enjoyment from kicking her even though I don’t have her beautiful screams to fill the silence. I grab a fistful of her hair and lift her head up off the floor. Completely passed out. Pfft, useless.

I could see the recognition in her eyes before she passed out though. Our time in school together is something she probably overlooked. We did all our homework together in the school library after classes, stayed up late talking about anything and everything. I was the only one that realized Brian didn’t deserve her, that he would never be enough for her. We had been close at one point. So easily she forgot about me though... The thought just pisses me off even more. I’ll show that bitch, she’ll never be able to forget me when I’m done with her.

Taking my cock out of my pants, I stroke myself a few times before crouching down over Melody’s prone form, grabbing a handful of her tit. Massaging her breast and flicking her now hardened nipple with one hand, I grab her other hand with my own and put it on my cock. Taking her hand in mine, I continue stroking myself. The softness of her skin against my raging erection sends shivers down my spine. I wish it was her mouth around my cock, but I’ll take whatever I can get.

Increasing the pace, I pinch her nipple and slowly start to see her come to. She cracks her eyes open and seeing what I’m doing, tries to yank her hand away. I keep a tight grip on her hand and continue making her pump me.

“Take your other hand, Melody, and massage my balls,” I demand of her.

Knowing what the repercussions of not obeying me are, she promptly reaches out and cups my balls, massaging them between her fingers.

“You like that, Mel? You like jerking me off, don’t you?”

She looks down and nods her head; her words must be escaping her. Taking my hand off her breast, I move down her stomach and grab her pussy. I violently shove two fingers into her tight cunt, making her yelp in pain. It’s a symphony to my ears and it only turns me on even more.

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