Taurus: Zodiac Killers #6

by WL Knightly

  He walked out just in time to see the EMTs lifting Seth into the body bag. The man had been a dick for the most part, always wanting to have power and control, even going as far to suggest a time or two that he run the Zodiacs back in the camp V days, at least from what Darek remembered, but he deserved better than being gunned down and left all alone in a hotel room.

  But the Zodiac killer clearly would argue that, and when Darek thought about it a little longer he had to agree. Seth had left someone all alone to bleed and die too. Perhaps he did deserve it after all. Perhaps he himself wouldn’t deserve any better.

  Chapter 6

  Bay

  Bay lay stretched out in his bed as Mia worked his cock with her mouth, and it would have been perfect too, had it not been for Lila in his ear. “I don’t like it here on this island, Bay. And Rose Marie is weird again about the baby. She said she wanted to hold a needle over my stomach. She probably wants to eat it as soon as it’s born, along with the placenta.”

  Bay was focused on what Mia was putting in her mouth, and taking out, and putting in. His eyes rolled back in his head, and he glanced down as he rested his hand on her head.

  Mia glanced up the moment he opened his eyes, and her smile around his cock made him crazy. He pulled her up and kissed her hard then slipped his hand down to cup her mound and gave it a rub.

  As Mia straddled his cock, he hissed through his teeth and placed the phone on his chest so he could grab her ass with both hands. “I want you to get along with Rose Marie,” Bay said to Lila.

  Mia bounced on his cock, and it turned him on so much to have her tits in his face while he talked to her sister. The two’s sneaking knew no shame, and he wasn’t going to make any apologies if he got caught. Neither was Mia. But Lila was so busy running her mouth, she didn’t remark on the bed squeaking or Mia’s soft sounds of passion.

  Bay ran his hand up her back and then brought both around to cup her petite tits. She was so dainty on top of him, and he stared at her little bare cleft, the sweet spot that he liked to taste more than any decadent dessert in the world. While Lila now had the body of a woman, Mia still had that barely legal look he desired. He rolled her over, still buried inside her soft, wet channel and plunged deep. He thrust his hips as she bit her arm, not wanting to let her sister hear her screams of pleasure.

  “Have you heard from my bratty little sister?” asked Lila, earning a glare from Mia who directed it to the phone.

  Bay was breathless as Mia’s tight channel was milking his cock. “Yes, I have. She’s staying here, remember?”

  “Well, I hope she has enough decency and respect not to run around in her panties at our house. I don’t want her to be indecent around you. She’s already a little slut, and I know she’d sleep with you if she could. I see the way she stares at you, you know? You might not see it, but I do.”

  He looked into Mia’s eyes, and she smiled, giving him the smoldering glances that Lila had seen. “Oh, I have seen them.”

  “Don’t tell me you like the attention,” said Lila.

  Bay smiled. “Okay, I won’t.” He felt his balls tightening and knew he needed to give Mia a little time for pleasure. But it was so hard to hold back. No one had felt so good on his cock as she did.

  Lila carried on. “If her reputation gets any worse at the club, we’ll have to all leave.”

  Mia glanced up when her sister mentioned the club, and Bay could tell it was something she didn’t want him to know. He hadn’t heard anything about that.

  “Did Mia get in trouble at the club?” he asked.

  Mia pulled her lips into a tight line as if she didn’t want him to see her smile. She hopped off and slid down to suck his cock some more. As she went down on him, he tried to keep it together. He was so close to coming, it was getting harder and harder to hold back.

  “She took her bikini top off to get a perfect tan, but that only caused a riot and nearly got my friend fired when she accused him of gawking at her. The manager came out and everything. I could barely show my face.”

  Mia glanced up with a mouthful, and Bay sat forward, holding her head until she nearly choked with a throatful of cock. She spat and sputtered, and when she pulled up choking, Lila heard her.

  “Is that her? What’s she doing in our room?” His wife’s voice was tinged with anger, and he could tell she was very careful with her tone, which he’d told her to watch a hundred times or better.

  Bay hadn’t wanted to throw Mia in Lila’s face, but the two had been fucking since her eighteenth birthday, and he’d given her tips and pointers to groom her long before that. But it wasn’t the time to tell her the way it had to be. That he liked having Mia in his life, and he wasn’t going to stop fucking her. She’d know that soon enough. The time was coming soon, and she could learn to share and like it. There was no other choice. “She was scared in the night, and I tucked her into our bed. You wouldn’t want your little sister afraid now, would you?”

  “I don’t care if she’s scared! She has her own bed and she better not be in mine!” Bay heard the little mutt squeak as Lila’s voice grew louder.

  “Or what? Perhaps I should drag her closer and fuck her. What then, Lila? You let me tend to things at home, and when I need your fucking help, I’ll ask for it. As for the club, I’ll speak to Mia when she’s done with breakfast. Don’t call me. I’ll call you when I’m done looking at the case I am due in court for tomorrow.”

  The heavy workload had him in a bad mood. Bay hung up the phone and held Mia’s head down again, feeling his cock pop behind her tonsils. He thrust a bit harder, and she whimpered, which only made it ten times hotter for him. He was going to unload in those pretty lips and then give her a spanking for what happened at the club.

  He thrust harder, quickening his pace as his balls tightened, and by the time he was done brutalizing her throat, she was begging for something to soothe it. He let a growl escape and then unloaded. Mia moaned and swallowed. Then he grabbed her arms and pulled her up to meet his eyes.

  “What’s this nonsense at the club?” he asked, his hard, steel-colored eyes on hers.

  Mia’s smile quickly faded. “I didn’t do anything wrong. I just don’t want tan lines on my back from that stupid bikini.”

  He had a strange affection for her when she was pouty, and he would never let anyone else get away with the behavior she got away with. “You will keep your modesty at the country club. I have a reputation to protect with my peers, and I will not have you acting like a little slut. Do you understand me?”

  Bay had never minded sharing anything or anyone, but Mia was for his eyes and his pleasure only, and if anyone else were to see her tits, it would be because he showed them. If she were anyone else, he would take her via a leash to the sex club and let the crowd have their fun. It was how he’d disciplined Lila once, and if she weren’t pregnant with his child, he might be tempted to do it again. He tried to be gentler now. Mia was testing his patience.

  “Did you hear me?” he asked.

  “Fine. But you never let me have any fun!” She got up from the bed, and he picked up his phone as she pulled her robe around herself and headed to the bathroom.

  Bay went online and looked at his favorite news sources and was shocked to see Seth’s picture on the front page under the headline: Promising Dallas State Rep Shot in New York Homicide.

  “Mother fucker.” He read the article and learned it had just happened the morning before. He had been avoiding calls all day, hoping to get prepared for his case, and with it just another day away, this was the last thing he needed.

  His phone rang, and he saw that it was the NYPD. “Fuck.” Not the morning he needed. “Hello.”

  “Sorry to bother you, Mr. Collins. This is Special Agent McNamara on behalf of the FBI and the NYPD, and we’d like for you to come in for questioning in the murder of Seth Stone. I’m not sure if you’ve heard, but Mr. Stone was found dead in his hotel room yesterday morning.”

  “I just heard about it. Mr
. Stone was a client of mine some years ago, and I just obtained property from him the night before last. Does anyone know how it happened?”

  “He was the victim of a gunshot to the chest. Would you happen to have any information on why someone would do this? We believe he was killed hours after the business deal. We found his contract in the apartment. When we saw your name, we hoped you might have some information on his trip to the city, who he met, anyone who might have been coming and going from his room.”

  Bay knew they’d probably been or would be in touch with Alan Lowe, so throwing out his name wasn’t a big deal. But he also remembered taking the gun off of Alan and wondered if the idiot had used it to kill Seth. Alan had also been acting like a scared man, like he had a lot on his mind. Bay remembered Alan saying his wife had left him, and he had that killer gambling debt. But Seth had helped him, so why kill the hand that feeds you?

  “We met up to do a property transaction with my other friend, Alan Lowe. I know that Seth was hoping to make a quick turnaround and didn’t plan on being in the city long. He and his wife were hoping to start a family, and he didn’t like being away from her.”

  The woman cleared her throat. “And do you know anything about his whereabouts that night after he left the meeting?”

  “No,” said Bay. “As far as I knew, he just went back to his hotel and went to bed.”

  “Did you have reason to believe that he was seeing someone other than his wife?” The woman was coming on strong with the questions, and Bay was already getting tired of being interrogated.

  He watched as Mia padded back into the room and flashed her tits as she walked by. “No, no reason to think that,” he said. “As I said, Seth mentioned his wife, that they were about to try and start a family. My own wife is pregnant, so I was glad to hear it.”

  “Again, if you could just come in and make a statement, Mr. Collins, we’d like to get something formal, but it sounds like you could really offer some insight to Mr. Stone’s last evening.”

  “Glad I could be of help. I am due in court tomorrow, but I could stop in some time on my way out?” He wasn’t going to go before his trial, knowing they would probably try and keep him as long as possible.

  The call ended, and Bay couldn’t stop thinking about Alan and that gun. Had he somehow gotten mixed up in all of this? Regardless, he knew it had to have something to do with the killer and with their last conversation when the killer had all but admitted he wanted them to kill each other. He went to the killer’s thread on his phone and typed a new message: Nice move.

  Chapter 7

  Alan

  Alan rolled over on the bed and opened his eyes to see a gigantic roach that had just crawled out from behind the wall-mounted TV. He wished he’d found a better motel to crash in. He didn’t even have the energy to get up and find a shoe or flush it down the toilet, and instead, he gave it a reprieve. “You stay on your side of the room, buddy, and I’ll stay on mine.”

  He kept glancing down at the floor, looking at the stain there and wondering if Seth’s blood was still soaked into the carpet. A hotel room like Seth’s had been, the manager would rip out the carpet or at least replace a patch. But this roach motel he had found? They would probably just do their best to wipe it up, and when that failed, they would let it dry, throw a rug on it, and knock a dollar off the price.

  He got up and walked to the bathroom, which wasn’t horrible for a cheap motel, and cursed his dick for being hard. He usually had his wife to take care of his morning wood, and he’d beaten off a few times since she’d left, but after what he’d done, he didn’t deserve any kind of pleasure, and he tried to think of Seth’s blood to make it go away.

  After he finally took a piss without hitting the ceiling, he made his way back to sit at the little table by the window. He should probably eat, but that would mean going out, and the only place he wanted to go was to see Jamie and the kids.

  He picked up his phone and dialed her number. She answered with a weak voice. “Hey.”

  He hated the way her voice made him feel inside, like he’d killed a part of her. Whoever had taken her had broken her spirit. “Have you been crying?”

  “No,” she said, sounding like she had the sniffles. “What do I got to cry about?”

  “Stop trying to be strong, Jamie. Let me come see you.” He wanted to hold her so badly he ached. “I don’t know how much longer I can go without seeing you and the kids.”

  “Did you pay Benny the money? I saw it sitting in the fucking bank, so don’t try and say you did.”

  “I am today. I swear. I had to find out where he was and how he wanted the shit to go down.”

  Jamie let out a deep breath. “Where are you making the drop?”

  “I’ll meet up with him at the casino, and he’s going to give me an account number to deposit it in. It shouldn’t take too long.” He didn’t want her to worry.

  “The casino? Great.”

  “I know what you’re thinking, but I swear, baby, I’m done. I’m never going to go there to gamble with our lives again. I learned my lesson.” He broke down, tears staining his eyes as his voice broke. “I keep seeing you in that place, all bound up and crying. I can’t stand to think of it. It kills me inside.”

  “No,” she said with a firm voice. “I was the one locked up in that room, not knowing where I was, not knowing how long I’d been out and if I’d ever be found. I was the one crying for my children, calling your name until I could barely speak, so you don’t get to be upset. You don’t get to be the victim.”

  Alan tried to compose himself. “You keeping me away isn’t helping anything. I want to see the kids. I want to see you. You’re my world.”

  “Don’t you think I want my world back? My life? My family?” She took a few short breaths and released them into the phone. “I miss who we were. Both of us, and I just think we need to find that again. I think we need time first. A lot of time.”

  She’d mentioned separating before the kidnapping, and now he was sure she would want that even more. “You really still want this?”

  “It’s because I don’t know what I want, Alan. I just can’t do this. I can’t sit and watch you go out of your mind and lose our money. We own a fucking security company, and I don’t feel safe, Alan. Something’s wrong with this fucking picture.”

  He hadn’t heard her curse so much in a long time and could tell that she was so stressed that she didn’t care. He wanted to try and find a way to make it work out so she didn’t have to feel bad anymore. Maybe a change for everyone was what they needed.

  “I’ve been thinking,” he said. “Just hear me out, but I feel like we need to leave Las Vegas. Maybe if we started over somewhere else, sold the house and business, take the money and just get out and see the world. I bet the kids would love to have an adventure; they could see how other people live.”

  “They aren’t going to want to uproot their lives, and they shouldn’t have to just because their dad is a screw-up.”

  The words hurt, and while she’d rarely said hurtful things, when she did, it was usually the truth.

  “You think I trust you to sell the house and use the money for another one? You’d just be trying to double it down at the casinos, and next time Benny will put a bullet in my brain, or Rory’s or Dustin’s. No. We’re going to the water park tomorrow. I want to show the kids some fun, so I am taking a little money out of the joint account for that.”

  “Sure, do whatever. You don’t have to ask.” He wished he could go along too and couldn’t remember the last time he’d done anything like that with the kids.

  She gave a loud groan. “I wasn’t asking, Alan. I just thought it was important to tell you, since it’s your money too. It’s called respect. And make sure you show some respect too, and don’t come down there, okay? I don’t want the kids’ day ruined with a bunch of our drama.”

  “Is Rory well enough for that?”

  “The doctor says yes. She’s supposed to live like any other
kid. If there’s a problem, I’ll bring her in; it’s not like I’d take her if she wasn’t able.” Her voice was tinged with frustration.

  “Okay,” said Alan. “I better go. I just wanted to hear your voice. I love you, Jamie.”

  “I want to believe that,” she said. “I really do, Alan.”

  “You can believe it, Jamie, always and forever. I’ll never stop.” He paused, hoping to give her a little more time to say it back. But she didn’t, and each second of silence was like a knife in his chest being twisted. “Tell the kids that Daddy loves them.”

  “I will. Bye, Alan.” She ended the call, and his phone went dark. The silence in the room had a certain finality to it. All he wanted was to hear her say she loved him again.

  He was just about to get up and get out of the room for a while when the phone rang, and he looked down at the number, seeing it was from New York. He answered the call and held his breath until they spoke.

  “Hello? Hello? This is Special Agent Lizzy McNamara for the New York Police Department.”

  Alan knew he better respond and hoped he could buy a little time. “Hello?” he said, trying to make his voice sound a lot more upbeat. “Hello?”

  “Yes, can you hear me?” asked the detective.

  Alan hadn’t expected anyone to call him, and he wondered if Bay had told them he’d been in town. “I hear you. Hey, sorry, this phone is acting up. Who did you say you were?”

  “Special Agent McNamara. I’m calling to ask you a few questions in regards to your business partner, Seth Stone.”

  “Seth? Sure, he’s a great guy. I hope I can help.”

  “Oh, were you not aware of his passing?” she asked.