Page 7 of Perfect Mistake, Part Two

She’s sitting up now and crying. I move over to her and wrap her into my arms, placing the plate on her lap.

“The baby is fine, Kitty, but there will be some changes,” I grumble, and she freezes, looking at me. She lifts her chained wrist and scoffs.

“What more could you do, Rex? I’m chained here as your prisoner. I can’t leave this house or the island.”

“That is for your own safety, Cat, don’t make me out to be the bad guy here. All I ever wanted to do was keep you safe with me. You are the one who left. Left me!” I roar. She flinches, and I take a deep breath, trying not to lose my calm.

“You will be on bedrest for the foreseeable future. Until we know for sure my little princess is okay.” She cries harder, and I walk away. The plate smashes into the wall an inch from my head, and I stop. I don’t bother turning back.

“You are mine, Cat. The sooner you accept that, the happier you will be here. This doesn’t have to be your prison.”

CHAPTER8

THEN

REXLEY

“Hey, are you ready to go?” Cat asks me as I turn to face her. She’s wearing that skirt I like, and my mind drifts to thoughts of shoving her on the hood of my car and giving her a deep, thorough kiss underneath it as she squirms and pants. But we don’t have time for that. I have to get to this dance. Time is running out, and I can’t miss this perfect alibi.

“Rexley, are you listening?” I shake my head, smile and take her hand. I give her father a nod, ignoring his glare, and walk her out to my car.

When we reach the venue, I fight from rolling my eyes at the gasp from Cat. It’s just another stupid high school dance. The only good thing about these things is there are tons of witnesses to vouch for you.

I lead her over to my friends and pull a chair out for her. She gives me a smile, and I can’t help but kiss her. She’s perfect, and she’s all mine. She says hello to Nick and Adam, ignoring Kelly. I leave her for a minute to grab her a drink, then take a seat beside her.

We chat and shoot the shit for a few minutes, then I take her to the dance floor. We get two songs in before a slow song, and I hold her in my arms.

“This is nice,” she whispers into my ear, and I cuddle her closer. When the song ends, Lorna grabs her hand and tugs her away, giving me the perfect excuse to escape. I need to see a weasel about a mongrel.

“I’ll be right back, Kitty. Keep dancing with your friends.” I give her a quick kiss, then leave her on the dance floor. I have twenty minutes to complete my plan then get back here before she notices I left. I walk over to the locker room and quickly change into the black sweats and T-shirt. I don’t want to be too obvious, but the light blue top I was wearing will show blood.

I manage to get out to my car without anyone seeing me, and I quickly start the engine and leave. When I reach my destination, I open my glovebox and grab the money, rope, and knife. Rope should be enough for the job, but just in case, I leave my car running and quickly walk to the back patio door.

He told me no one would be home tonight, fucking idiot. I slip on some gloves, then quietly slide the door open and walk into the dark kitchen. Careful not to make a sound, I sneak over to the basement door. His lair as he calls it. A whimper sounds through the wood, and I frown. He better not be hurting her. I quietly open the door and move down the stairs. I catch him on a leather couch with his hand around his dick, watching porn.

Bizzy sits chained in the corner and whines when she sees me. Huh, she didn’t growl. Must be progress. I slide behind him and pull the rope out of my pocket. This is too easy. When he closes his eyes and cums, I wrap it tight around his throat and pull. He drops his dick and starts to flail, clawing at my arms.

Shit, I should have worn sleeves. Oh well, it's too late now. When he starts to slow his movements, I crouch lower and growl into his ear.

“Should have never tried to extort me. This could have been an easy job for you, Manny.” He freezes at the sound of my voice. He knows he fucked up when he asked me for more money. All he had to do was kidnap the dog and hold her for a few months. I gave him more than enough for the job, food, toys, anything he needed.

“Lowlife piece of scum,” I spit out then laugh. “Well, dead lowlife now.”

I remove the rope and place it back in my pocket. Grabbing some baby wipes, I clean his neck, making sure to remove the fibers, then move over towards Bizzy. Her tail thumps, and she gives me a kiss, surprising me.

“Hey girl, are you ready to go home?” I ask her, and she gives a little yip in excitement. I smile and unchain her. She moves over to the basement door and sits, waiting for me. I quickly get to work. I remove all evidence of her being here and grab a larger rope from a drawer by the laundry room. I wrap it along the stair post, type out a goodbye note on Manny’s phone, then hang him.

Bizzy watches me but doesn’t judge me. That’s what I love about dogs. When I’m finished, I am covered in sweat, and I know I’m running out of time. I wrap the rope from my pocket through Bizzy’s collar and guide her back to my car, then give her a treat. The dashboard clock tells me I was able to get all that done in twenty minutes, and I grin. I beat my time.

I make a quick stop at home and place a sleeping Bizzy in the pool house where I live. I haven’t been in the main house in three years. Not since that night. I didn’t give her very much tranquilizer, but she will wake up a bit groggy. So I leave her a water dish and give her a little food. I rush through a shower, careful not to get my hair wet and change into the same clothes I was wearing earlier.

I arrive back at the dance as Cat and Lorna are coming off the floor for some water. She gives me a big kiss, and I smile. She doesn’t know it, but everything I do, I do it for her.

CHAPTER9

NOW

CAT

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