Page 42 of Sinister Legacy
He tilts his head to the side, the mask smiling evilly at me, and trails the bat down the line of my jaw. “It’s okay, Keira. You play the game well. It’s an honor to make you the star of your father’s movie. Just think. Soon your father will be executed, and I’ll get to watch the light fade from your eyes as I inhale your last breath.”
“You’re sick,” I bite out.
“So are we both.” I can practically hear the smile in his distorted voice. “That’s why you’re so perfect for what I have planned.” With a final tap to my pubic bone, he leaves the locker room. I stare unblinkingly at the red letters as the door slides shut behind him.
“Guess who’s next, Keira.”
Iburst into the locker room, out of breath and fucking panicked. “I came as soon as I heard.”
Keira sits wrapped in a blanket, her damp hair stuck to her cheeks.
Officer Wells moves out of the way, patting my shoulder as I sit down beside her and pull her into my lap. “She’s had a tough night. Look after her, kid.”
It’s terrible to admit that I’m relieved. I waited for her at Blackwoods Bay for hours while my friends chuckled about how pathetic I am. For a moment, I agreed with them.
But then Officer Wells rang me.
The killer stole Keira’s clothes, taunted her, and made her play a game. Then he left her naked and cold in the changing room. It took her over an hour to build up the courage to escape the changing room and walk naked, wet, and shivering through the school on the hunt for a phone. She finally located one behind the reception desk and phoned the police.
I get to play the hero in this scenario, and I like that more than I’ll ever admit.
Chin propped on her head, I keep her tucked into my chest. “Thanks, Officer. What do we know so far?”
Officer Wells flits his worried gaze to mine. “The killer never intended to kill her. He just wanted to frighten her.”
My jaw tightens. When I find out who the killer is, I will personally beat the living crap out of him for thinking he can touch my girl.
Officer Wells nods his head in the direction of a female officer with dark hair and olive skin. “Let’s take the mask back to the lab for testing. If we’re lucky, we’ll find something.” To Keira, he says, “Don’t be alone again, okay? None of you should be without a friend for protection. There’s safety in numbers.”
Just then, his phone rings. He fishes it out of his pocket, swipes the screen, and puts it to his ear.
“Officer Wells.” There’s a crease between his brows as he looks from the female officer to me. “Check it for fingerprints. In the meantime, she needs a new one.” He hangs up and pockets his phone. “Her cell was traced to a field about a mile from here. We’re keeping hold of it for now. In the meantime, we’ll get Keira set up with a temporary phone. I don’t want any of you kids to be without the means to contact the police.”
They all file out.
“Are you okay?” I ask her, stroking her hair away from her face and scanning my eyes over her pale face. She looks exhausted.
Shaking her head, she stays silent.
“It’s okay, baby. You’re staying at my place tonight.”
“Can we go, please?” she whispers, her voice barely audible. “I don’t want to be here anymore.”
I scoop her up and rise to my feet. I’ve never seen her so vulnerable, and I like it a hell of a lot.
For the first time, she looks at me as if I’m her hero. I guess I have the killer to thank for pushing her into my arms.
And now I get to take her back to my place, tuck her into bed, and take full advantage of her fragile state. She wants reassurance and to feel safe. I want to bury my cock in her pussy and pretend to be her hero.
It’s a win for us both.
* * *
“Can you hold me?” she whispers as I fold the blanket up before placing it on the back of my desk chair.
Wrapped in my navy bedding, she looks so fragile in my big bed. Above the headboard hangs a poster of my favorite football player, and beside it is a photo of Keira and me that I pinned to the wall a year back. It was taken after I scored an important goal. I’m by the bleachers, helmet in hand, with Keira wrapped around me like a koala bear. I took her home that night and fucked her on the kitchen island while my parents were out at dinner with friends.
“Of course, babe.” I strip down to my white boxers before sliding in beneath the quilt. She’s still cold, so I pull her close.
