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She was swaying, still dressed in the outfit I’d seen her in that morning.

She’d kissed each one of us goodbye…

White hot tears had fallen as I’d raced up the steps.

“Mommy, please, mommy…”

I could still remember fumbling for the rope. The knot had been too thick.

“Mom, pleaseeeee!”

I sat up slipping out of the nightmare again, pinching at the bridge of my nose. It was incredible how I could make myselfgo years without thinking of her. Go years without thinking of finding her dead body.

I hadn’t even been the one to call the cops.

The neighbors had called because they’d heard me screaming.

“Who fucking new all I needed to start nightmares back up was to come home,” I whispered to no one.

My chest still felt tight, and my face was wet from crying in my sleep.

I wanted to get the hell out of this place but there was nowhere that I could go.

In the dark, I searched for the cellphone and saw that I had internet service. Running a search for my name, I didn’t find anything.

Then I realized that while I had everyone’s numbers, there was one I didn’t have.

I typed in The Siren, and Rain’s salon was the first one to come up. I scrolled down the page and found her personal phone number waiting for me.

Without a second thought, I dialed it. It rang for what seemed like the longest time and she didn’t answer it.

Instead of calling back, I opened up a message and shot it off to her. I knew that my words would leave her hot and bothered. Hell, I was still semi hard from that dream myself. My Corsican liked a chase…

Still dreaming about me, Stizzy?

Laying back, I smiled while staring up into the darkness of the ceiling.

Moments later, the phone started to ring.

Rain was calling.

Chapter 19

Rain

With a gentle stretch, I rolled out of bed and planted my feet softly on the carpeted floors. Between my legs, I felt a gentle throbbing sensation and I could feel my lips pulling themselves into an oddly satisfying smile.

My dreams the last few nights had been consumed by the Boy Scout.

Yes, Matteo Zacharra had me having orgasm after fucking orgasm and I was ready to lose my mind.

Stepping into my bathroom, I caught sight of myself and shook my head. I stopped brushing my teeth midway through when I had a flashback.

His pink tongue wrapping around my Hershey kiss of a nipple, pulling it deep into his mouth. And the moan that I’d made…

Shaking my head, I knew I needed to get in control of myself.

I stepped into the shower and adjusted the temperature. Almost immediately it began to get foggy, and I reached for a brand-new razor. Pulling a yellow one from the pack, I started rubbing shaving cream where it was needed. I uncapped the razor and carefully began to cut through the dark leg hair that started to overtake my brown legs. Making a face I stuck my legs under the water to rinse them both off before putting the razor back.

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