Page 96 of Possess Me! (I Want You To)

There was no doubt in my mind about that.

Luca had been lucky to walk out safely the first time.

The keys were sitting on the front seat of the corpse’s car, and I huffed out a laugh as I climbed inside, and headed south, back the way we’d come. It took a while, but eventually I saw a cop parked on the side of the road. With a grin, I chugged the last of the beer, and stepped on the gas.

Siren’s blared behind me, red and blue lights flashing weakly in the bright sunlight.

Faster, I went.

Faster and faster.

The road burned beneath the tires as the scent of hot rubber filled my nose.

I gave the cop a good chase before I decided we’d gone far enough, and veered sharply to the left into a ditch. I slipped into the passenger seat just in time for the car to crash with a sickening crunch, a high-pitched whistle filling the air as the corpse’s body launched halfway through the windshield.

If he hadn’t been dead before, he certainly was now.

The sirens drew closer and I artfully arranged the beer bottles, wallet, and cards on the passenger seat, so they were out in the open.

As I stepped through the warped metal of the crumpled vehicle I admired my handiwork.

Yes.

It was the perfect cover up.

With the evidence I’d laid behind, there would be no question that this man had been the thief that night in the club. That he’d become obsessed with Luca. That he’d followed him here, and when he couldn’t find him, took his sins and himself—out of the picture.

Maybe it was far-fetched.

But then again, the most far-fetched part of the story had been true.

I had no sympathy for the discarded body. I made my way back to Luca’s abandoned piece of shit car where I’d dropped off his shattered phone. Our backpack lay exactly where it had fallen on the ground beside the vehicle when I’d gone to help him.

I glanced up at the sun, annoyed when I realized how much time had passed. Especially because I’d need to take the long way back to him so that the hunter from the gas station could not follow.

I could get there unseen without my physical form, but that was not an option. Not when I held the only warm clothing we had strapped to my back. Especially, considering how injured Luca had been when I’d left him. It would only get colder, the later it got.

This would be a long day.

* * *

“You can say ‘I told you so, now.’ Your ‘death trap’ is dead.” I offered charitably. They were the first words spoken between us since we’d started walking nearly an hour ago and Luca had gone radio silent. He was slower than normal, there was an awkward stumble to his gait that I wasn’t sure was caused by the serpents of his thoughts, or if his ankle had been twisted.

“Time out,” Luca declared, before stopping abruptly, his shoulders drawn high and tight.

I stared at him, slack-jawed as he leaned hard against the tree trunk he stood beside, and shoved the heels of his palms into his eyes, an ugly-wretched noise leaving him. He kept his back to me, and I watched his shoulders wobble as panic bubbled up inside me.

Shit.

Crying.

Shit.

I didn’t know what to do.

In the past, when he’d cried, it made my dick hard. Sometimes how emotional he was even made me want to laugh, but now…I wasn’t amused. Or even turned on, much to my confusion.

“I’ll buy you a new car when this is over, you don’t need to—”

---