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“Chase, I’m so sorry to hear about Kathleen and Maria,” she says the moment she answers. Hearing about my latest victims and my girl in one call…damn, I’m a lucky man.

“Thank you, Dana. Maria is doing well, she’ll be out of the hospital within the week. Kathleen’s prognosis has yet to be determined.” His voice sounds authoritative, and I want to reach into the phone and strangle him where he stands. Probably standing next to my perfect princess, the motherfucker.

“It’s good that Maria is on the mend. I can’t imagine how your fiancée must be taking this information right now.”

“Wife.” His tone is matter of fact, and I grind down on my teeth and grip my hand into a fist. I still cannot believe that she married him. How could she do that? I take several deep breaths reminding myself that he had to have made her. It’s the only reasonable explanation.

“Excuse me?” she says her tone one of shock.

“We eloped. I took her to the home in Ireland I bought. Married her in a small church a few days ago. Just the two of us.”

Dana doesn’t speak for a moment, and finally she whispers, “I’m happy for you, Chase. I knew the day I met her she was going to change your life. And I’m sorry that my boyfriend hurt you guys so badly…” her voice hitches even though she muffles the sound. If I can hear her crying, so can he. Me, makes me fucking thrilled. Chase, on the other hand, is a wussy dick who will be sensitive about her feelings. I should have killed the bitch when I had the chance. Technically, I still can. Her boyfriend my red-blooded American ass. She was a hot piece of ass. A fucking whore I fucked to get what I wanted. Her boyfriend. I almost laugh out loud.

“Hush now. I didn’t call you for that. I’m sorry I haven’t been in touch, but Gillian and I didn’t want anyone knowing about our plans to marry. Her friends still don’t know and now that tragedy has struck once again, they’re not going to know for a while.”

Her voice catches again, and I roll my eyes. Dumb bitch, put a lid on it already. He doesn’t give a fuck about your tears. “Well, congratulations.” She sniffs loudly. Probably wiping that shit on her sleeve. Disgusting cunt. That’s why I always fucked her facing away from me. Couldn’t stand to look into her weepy eyes all the time.

“Thank you,” he says gruffly as if he’s not got a lot of time. Probably not. He’s got the most beautiful woman alive in his bed. I wouldn’t leave her to even make a phone call let alone call this stupid cunt. “Now, the reason for my call is twofold. One, Gillian needs to see an obstetric gynecologist immediately. I want an appointment as soon as possible, but any time within the week will be fine. The sooner the better.”

“Everything okay?” her voice is concerned, and I’m glad it is because my own anxiety has my gut clenching. He better not have given her an STD. I’ll kill him. Technically, I plan on killing him anyway, but if he defiled her in an irreparable way, I’ll make his death slow and immensely painful.

“Everything’s great, actually.” Chase’s tone is jovial, practically laughing. “My wife is pregnant and needs to see a doctor to ensure our baby is safe.” Pregnant. Gillian is pregnant with the rich fucker’s baby? I could not have heard that right. Chase continues, “We gather she’s closing in on six weeks along now but we want to be certain, make sure the baby is okay after everything she’s endured at the hands of that psycho.”

Pregnant.

Psycho.

He stole my woman, stuck his filthy dick in her, and put his bastard seed into her womb. The rage I’m usually able to control starts to rise up from deep within my soul. The darkness begins to swallow all light as my vision turns to tiny pinpoints of red. My body begins to sweat, giant, fat drops beading on my forehead, my hairline, underarms, trickling down my back as the words penetrate. Pregnant. Psycho.

I can vaguely hear he’s still talking. “I want to plan a dinner, just she and I. This is where you come in. I’d like for you to secure Coit Tower. Whatever the expense. Table, dinner catered, the works. And I want it to be completely private. The standard guards on duty will be enough. Gillian’s favorite is Italian, call a local place, and have it delivered and set up.”

“What about Bentley?” she asks but I’m having trouble following. I’m still stuck on the fact that he impregnated my woman.

“He’s feeding the family at the Davis Estate. Gillian and I need some time to be alone.”

“Is that wise?” she asks and I agree. Alone. He’s more stupid than I thought. Not wise at all you stupid, fucking bastard who impregnated my girl.

“McBride doesn’t know where we are and it will only be a few days. This Friday, I’m going to allow Jack to see his own family, and Gillian and I will be completely alone. I want to take her to one of San Francisco’s most beautiful, architectural buildings. When Gillian and I get back from the hospital, I want it all ready to go. I’m going to give her a night under the stars, an unobstructed three-hundred and sixty degree view of the city and most of all, an evening she’ll never forget.”

“God that’s so romantic, Chase. But is Jack okay with this?” Her voice is warning, and I want to reach in and slap the fucking cunt. Tell her to shut the fuck up and let the ignorant fucker become a sitting duck.

“He doesn’t know, and I don’t want him knowing. As far as he’s concerned, Gillian and I will be under heavy guard at the Davis Estate.”

So they’re going to be all alone in an old ass building with lots of places to hide. That hatred in me starts to settle as a plan forms. It’s too perfect. I’ll sneak in that night before closing and hide out. Once I see the catering company leaving, it will just be the three of us. Me, Gillian and Chase. I’ll kill him, then shoot her with enough drugs to force an abortion. If that doesn’t work, I’ll rip that devil spawn out of her with a wire hanger.

In a few more days, all of my problems will be over. Chase Davis will be dead and Gillian will be mine, once and for all.

Chase

We’re taken into a small white room. An examination table is covered in paper and Gillian is stripping out of her clothes. All of them. I cringe wondering why she needs to be completely naked for this. “Do you have to do this shit every time you visit the gynecologist?” I ask her. Her lips tip up into a smile as she closes the front of the paper gown. It’s completely open in the front. One-hundred percent of her body is stark naked and easily accessible. What. The. Fuck.

Gillian shimmies her heart-shaped ass on the table and sighs. “Yes, every time you go to the gyno it’s like this. I don’t know one woman in the universe who likes going to the gyno. I’d much rather go to the dentist.”

I nod and scowl at her bare legs dangling over the edge of the table. Two long, metal items stick out at the edge of the table. I touch one of them and tilt my head to examine it. “What’s this?”

“Stirrups. You put your feet in them and push your bum all the way down to the end of the table.”

“You have got to be kidding me?” My gaze locks on hers, hoping she’s yanking my chain. Gillian often likes to joke, only this time her face doesn’t hold even a hint of humor.

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