Page 33 of Carnal Desire
When I got the call that all this shit was a go, it was a relief. It’s a relief that Cadence will never have to worry about what the motherfucker is doing, or if he’s going to get out and come after her ever again. When I told her I’d handle Christian Baptiste, that’s exactly what I meant. I’ll handle him my way since the courts don’t want to.
“The camera’s will only be off for thirty minutes,” the prison guard says as he escorts me deeper inside the prison. He’s walking like he has a fire under his ass. I guess he’s nervous he’ll get caught helping me skirt the prison’s security protocols. This is the kind of access money buys.
“Do what you have to do, then exit that door at the far end of the hall,” he continues as he points to a large steel door with an exit sign over the top on our right. “It will be unlocked for you. It leads to the employee parking area where you’re parked.”
I nod as I get a lay of the prison memorizing which corridors to take and the exit that will take me straight to my car. I’ve waited for this moment since I found out what he did to her. Although, it took a few weeks and a couple of million dollars to pad some pockets, including the warden of the prison, I was finally granted access to Christian Baptiste, an inmate housed in one of Illinois toughest prison, Stateville Correctional Center.
Today he will die for what he did to Cadence. She lives with that attack every day, and after I leave here, she can sleep knowing the man that tried to kill her is burning in hell. Exactly where he belongs.
“How long will it take for him to be brought to me,” I ask as we step through another security checkpoint.
The metal door slides open, clanging to a stop. We walk through and immediately the guard who opened the door leaves his post just like the other two at the other security checkpoints. But they leave the doors open.
“A few minutes,” the guard says unlocking a door to a room at the end of the hall. He pushes it open and we both step in. “Do you remember the way?” he asks.
“Yes.”
“Good. Remember from the time he steps in this room the cameras will be off for thirty minutes. If you’re not out of here in that timeframe the prison will automatically go on lockdown, and I don’t have to tell you what happens after that.”
I nod and he exits the room, shutting the door behind him.
I sit at the table in the chair facing the door and prop my feet up on the table. I definitely look out of place. I’m wearing a bespoke suit, and custom Italian loafers. But he needs to see that Cadence has moved up and on from him. That he can’t compare to me and that he will go to his grave knowing the better man won the fucking prize he threw away like trash.
The door opens, and in steps Christian Baptiste and it takes everything in me not to jump out of my seat and slit is throat where he stands. But I can’t have any witnesses to what I’m about to do even though they all know what’s coming.
“Leave the handcuffs on,” I say, propping my hands behind my head as I stare at the confused look on Christian’s face. “But handcuff him to the table.”
The guard nods and forces Christian in the chair across from me.
“Thirty minutes,” the guard reminds me on the way out, then closes the door.
“Who the fuck are you?” he asks.
I tilt my head and stare at another man I’m going to have to kill. I don’t take for granted the taking of a life, but I do know this one I’m going to enjoy immensely.
“Cadence.”
His eyes widen for a brief second then he licks his lips before a smile stretches across his face. “How is my kitten?” he asks, his smile shifting to a smirk. “Did she like my gift?”
“My Angel is doing very well. As a matter of fact, she was coming on my dick not even two hours ago.”
His smile falls immediately, and anger replaces his smug smile. He tugs at his restraint. “She’s mine, motherfucker!” he yells, spit flying from his mouth. “You can’t have her!”
I laugh. “I’ve already had her, Christian. Many, many times over. She’s forgotten all about you.”
“I’ve made sure she remembers me every time she looks into the fucking mirror.” He leans forward planting his forearms on the table. “She’ll never forget me. And when I get out of here, I’m going to bathe in her blood. This time I’ll make sure I watch the light leave her eyes while she’s bleeding out and I’m fucking her.”
I remove my feet from the table and slowly stand, never taking my eyes off him. He leans back in the chair, and it takes everything I have in me not to go at him right now. But I want to have a little fun before he dies. I want to hear him scream just like he heard her scream. I glance down at my watch, then smile. Twenty minutes. That’s enough time for me to do what I have plan then walk out this place.
I pull the blade from the inside of my blazer coat and hold it up to him. “Look familiar?” I ask.
His eyes widen. It should look familiar. It’s the exact replica of the knife he used to scar her.
“How did you get that in here?” he asks looking around like he’s waiting for someone to come through the door and save him.
But I hate to tell him. Nobody’s coming to save him. Today he’ll leave in a body bag.
“It should look familiar,” I say slowly walking around to the other side of the table. “It looks exactly like the blade you used on her. Smooth gray four-inch blade around two inches in width. Did I get it right?”
