Page 29 of The Silent Night Stalker
My love. Father and Antonio are getting suspicious. I can’t see you for a while. We need to take it easy. You know if they find out we’re seeing each other, they’ll kill you. Please understand. Give it two months, then I’ll drop another letter for you when I’m ready, and the suspicion is off.
I love you,
C
Who’s ‘C’? Is this the woman the ring is for? It’s a woman, right? It doesn’t look like a man’s ring.
As I dig through the letters and read them, a long and steady romance unfolds. It’s clearly a forbidden one, too. Is that how Enrique died? Her father and this Antonio took him out? And who’s Antonio?
Finally, another letter gives me some names. Hers is Carmen. Antonio is her brother. I’m not surprised by their last name. Enzohad it right. The Da Costas had killed Enrique. My guess is that they discovered Enrique’s relationship with Carmen.
The last letter is from Enrique, but it doesn’t look like he ever sent it. It’s dated three days before I’d seen Enzo at that bar before Christmas Eve—the fateful night I’d chosen him.
C,
Let’s do this. Let’s flee. You need to get out from under the thumb of your family. I love you more than life itself. I have money saved. It’s a lot, and it’ll last us long enough to leave the country. We can find a little home in Spain or Italy for cheap. We’ll get married, have lots of babies, or none if you don’t want… I don’t care. As long as you’re in my life, and we live together as we want. Fuck our families. I’m tired of it.
I know what you’ll say. You’ll worry about Enzo. He won’t understand at first, but he’ll come to accept it. Once we’re free and away from here, I’ll find a way to reach out to him and explain everything.
Please. Let’s get away from here.
I’m ready.
Love you always,
E
They never made it. Clearly.
My next step is to find out if her father, Antonio, or some hired thug killed Enrique. If her father is the head of the Da Costas, that could pose a problem for Enzo’s family. That’s not what I want. Not that I plan to kill anyone. I should leave that decision up to Enzo. As much as I want to wrap up the killer in a pretty bow for him, the situation is too complicated. It’s really beyond me.
Perhaps just giving Enzo the information will be enough. Maybe we can even hunt the murderer down together. That’d be fun. We’d make a great duo.
I lean back on the couch and stare up at the water-stained ceiling with a huge smile on my face. I found the answer to Enzo’s problem before even his family did. He’s going to be so proud of me. He’s going to want me as much as I want him. I have no doubt about it.
My lids slide closed, now allowing myself to look back at my encounter with Enzo earlier today. I hadn’t meant for him to see me. That was my fault. He distracts me. I’m obsessed with him. But then I was grateful he’d caught me.
When I saw him at the gym with rippling muscles as he fought another man in the ring, I got hard for him. I imagined licking every undulation, tasting like salty sweat. I want to suck his cock after he’s had a good workout. I don’t know if that’s gross, but I don’t care.
All I know about sex is what I’ve seen in porn and from using my hand.
My cock swells from the vision of me on my knees in the middle of the fighting ring as Enzo holds out his cock and comes on my face.
I thrust into the air on reflex.
It’s time to move this to my bedroom. I do nothing sexual on that disgusting couch. The only places in the house that I keep pristine are my bedroom, bathroom, and the kitchen. I don’t care about the rest.
Once I’m in the bedroom, I strip off all my clothes and fall into my bed. I’ve already come twice today, but I need to orgasm again.
I spread my legs, fist my cock, and close my eyes to visions from earlier today where Enzo was controlling me and making me suck his thumb, which I did, greedily. I’m hungry to please him. Then, he aggressively flipped me around, and I could feel his hard dick pressed against my ass.God… My face heats as it did then, but I don’t care.
I’m stroking myself, not taking my time. The need to come grows like a raging fire. My sexual desire is an arsonist to my body.
He smelled of sweat with a touch of soap today. It turned me so freakin’ on. It was primal.Masculine. I want to lick his sweaty pits. I want to press my nose between his thigh and cock after a long workout.
My hand moves faster over my length, and I wish I’d put one of my plugs in my ass before I started this, but it’s too late now. I’m already close. Really close.
I get lost in the friction on my cock as I go back to my fantasy of being on my knees in the boxing ring. I look up and watch Enzo taking off his gloves and hand wraps. He doesn’t take his nearly black eyes off me as he tosses his things to the ground. Then he pulls his boxing shorts and jockstrap down to his knees. Now he stands before me holding his swollen dick; the flushed head shiny from pre-cum.
