ROMANCE: Mr. Mystery: (New Adult Bad Boy Romance) (Contemporary Mystery Short Stories)

by Viva Fox

  However, one night after going out for drinks, Rachel found herself in the passenger seat of an unofficial meeting where Jimmy was discussing drugs. She was no prude and had done a few drugs while in college, but nothing like the kind of thing Jimmy was pushing. In the one meeting alone Jimmy discussed heroin, cocaine, and three other kinds of illicit drugs. She was slightly tipsy at this point, but as soon as the conversation started her mind was crystal clear.

  “Look, the cost doesn’t matter. Do it like they used to do back in the 80s.” Jimmy took a sip from his drink and looked around the room to make sure no one was listening in on their conversation. “Allow one of the new guys to get caught carrying a bit. The cops will think they’re doing their jobs and the family will see that it isn’t one of our guys doing the lifting.” The man across the table from the two of them leaned in.

  “Alright, Jimmy, but he’ll have to get caught with some quality stuff, it’s not gonna be cheap.” Jimmy’s hand flew across the table and smacked the man. A few people turned to look, but Jimmy just laughed it out and continued to speak.

  “What part of ‘the cost doesn’t matter’ don’t you understand?” He picked up his drink and handed it to the man who was holding his cheek tenderly. “Make it happen or I’ll handle it myself like last time, understand?” Rachel’s ears perked up at this. “Now go have some fun.” The man took the drink that was offered to him and he stood up from the table. Jimmy then raised his hand to flag down the passing waitress as Rachel turned to ask him a few questions.

  “Babe, when was ‘last time,’ I thought you didn’t mess with that stuff anymore?” Jimmy coughed a few times awkwardly and laughed, patting Rachel on the shoulder.

  “Don’t worry, doll. It wasn’t long ago but I was safe.” The waitress brought back his regular drink and sat it down in front of Jimmy. Instead of picking it up though he leaned towards Rachel and whispered in her ear. “And don’t ask so many questions. It’s not attractive.”

  ******

  As soon as Rachel got home she ran to the corner of the room where her new desk and office were located and pulled out the phone that had been given to her by Steven. It was a similar situation to the one with Jimmy. Steven had made sure to give her a phone that he knew was clean and wouldn’t have been tampered with. Pulling out the phone she dialed his number, her hands shook the whole time. She held the phone up to her ear and listened to the ringing.

  “Hey, what’s up? I was asleep.” The groggy voice of Steven greeted her, but she was too anxious to apologize for being late.

  “He handled the drugs. Like, a week ago.” Rachel could hear Steven shifting and she could hear blankets and other things moving around in the background of the phone call. Steven coughed a few times to clear his throat.

  “What did he say? Exactly. I need the details.” Rachel wracked her brain to remember what he had said exactly. She had been so eager to get home and tell him that she hadn’t really thought about being specific.

  “I-I don’t remember exactly.” She shook her head, trying to remember, “he was talking to Edgar. He’s a part of the organization. Jimmy wanted him to let a few new guys get caught with drugs so that people looked the other direction.” Rachel could hear a pen scratching away in the background. She waited for Steven to say something, but almost immediately, her phone for Jimmy began to ring.

  “What’s that ringing?” Steven asked. The scratching of the pen had stopped.

  “It’s Jimmy. He never calls after he drops me off. I told him I was going right to bed.” Rachel reached over and picked up the phone off the desk. “Should I answer?” Steven told her to put it on speaker and to answer. So, placing both phones on speaker, she rested them on the desk. Before she could even say hello, Jimmy started speaking.

  “Rachel. I thought you were going to sleep.” Rachel looked around the room, almost expecting to see him there waiting. “Who are you talking to, darling?” His voice was cold and unfeeling. She was so used to his voice being full of life.

  “What are you talking abou-” she didn’t have to finish her thought before Jimmy broke through.

  “Don’t you fucking dare lie to me, bitch. I made you. And I swear to god I will destroy you.” Jimmy’s voice echoed for a moment and the line clicked out. Rachel looked down at the phone and whispered into Steven’s phone.

  “Help me. Please.”

  ******

  Rachel wanted to run, but she didn’t know where to go. Everyone knew that she was Jimmy’s girl and she had no doubt that by this point people had already spread the word. Rachel was a rat trying to take Jimmy down. And if Jimmy went down there’s no saying he wouldn’t pull down everyone else too. There was too much on the line. So, she hunkered down in her room and waited for whoever could get to her first.

  It felt like forever before she heard the knock on her door. The fact that there was a knock was a good sign. Jimmy had a key and he was a man on a mission, Steven was still polite through everything. She crawled towards the door and opened it slowly, peaking through the peephole to double check her guess was right. Steven opened the door the rest of the way and closed it behind him, fastening the deadbolt and looking through the peephole.

  “I have agents stationed at the door to your apartment and a few men along the halls. We should be safe and we should be able to take him down before he even gets this far.” Steven walked around the house, pulling the blinds closed. He had his Colt .45 in one hand and ushered Rachel to the back of the room where he sat her down. “You’ll be safe, I promise.” Rachel couldn’t stop shaking but something about the confidence in his voice was comforting. She leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek.

  “Thank you for coming. I don’t know what I would do without you, Steven.” Steven blushed slightly when a call came through over his walkie talkie.

  “We’re in position, sir. ETA?” Steven listened intently and held down the talk button on his receiver.

  “Should be here soon. He’s mad, so be safe everyone. No heroes.” He put the walkie talkie down on the bed and placed his gun beside it. “I know this is terrible timing, but I’ve wanted to do this for a long time.” Steven leaned forward and kissed Rachel. Immediately she felt the tension and fear in her body melt away. Her shaking stopped and she reached up and grabbed his face, still bearded.

  They were stuck in this embrace for a few moments and it got much more passionate. His hands tore at her clothes and hiked up the dress that she was wearing so that he could grab her ass. Her fingers tangled in his hair as their lips were locked, their tongues fumbling over the other. Rachel began to take off Steven’s jacket, unable to stop herself when a gunshot rang out.

  Screaming, Rachel jumped away from Steven and listened as a short burst of a submachine gun tore out. Steven sprang to his feet, shushing Rachel. He grabbed his gun from the bed in one hand and the walkie talkie in the other. He called out for a status report as he peeked out the window.

  “Ten men. Six with assault weapons, one with shotgun, three with handguns. Have not I.D.’d Jimmy yet.” Another voice cut through.

  “Officer down, I repeat, officer down.” Steven crouched low to the floor and aimed his gun at the door. Rachel sat in the corner of the room cowering as they listened to the gunshots ring out, getting closer and closer to them. Floor by floor they listened as assault rifles and shotgun blasts sounded out. Steven shifted so that he would be completely hidden to anyone opening the door. There was silence for a moment and then from right outside the door the sound of a handgun rang out.

  Steven clicked the volume on the walkie talkie so that it would make no noise as he listened to the yells of his men. A shotgun went off and he heard a groan from the other side of the door. There was a soft crying and begging for a mother until a single round from a handgun went off, ending the cries.

  Rachel wept softly into her knees as a key slid into the handle on the door. The key turned with a creak and the door swung open. Without saying a word, Jimmy walked into the room an
d spun around looking for Rachel. After a moment he saw her and began to walk towards her. There was blood splattered on his jacket and Rachel honestly couldn’t tell if it was his or someone else's. Jimmy staggered across the room until he was feet away from Rachel.

  Jimmy raised his gun awkwardly and aimed it at her head. He coughed and a bit of blood splattered down onto the floor. He shook his head and chuckled lightly to himself.

  “When did I eat blood?” He looked down at Rachel and smiled. “I really loved yo-” a gunshot from the other side of the room shook the room and Jimmy’s body slumped to the ground. Rachel looked over and saw Steven turning the volume back on the walkie talkie. The room was immediately filled with the sound of other police sweeping into the area due to the number of gunshots.

  Rachel, still shaking, leaned over and turned Jimmy over on the floor. She looked down into his smiling face and whispered: “I loved you too,” touching her lower abdomen remembering there was life growing inside of her. Tears streamed down her face as police rushed into the room to take control of the situation.

  THE END

  Naughty Professor

  Chapter 1

  It was senior year for Monica and Eric. As they moved into their apartment together they were excited for the year to come. They were excited to finally graduate and venture into the real world. They were excited to start careers they could be proud of for years to come.

  “What the hell did you put in this box? Bricks?” Eric huffed as he climbed the stairs to the top floor.

  Their rent was cheap but, of course, they lived on the fourth floor with no elevator. Eric was exhausted since he was responsible for carrying all the heavy items.

  “No. Close. Textbooks.” Monica responded as she sat in the middle of the living room unpacking a box labeled “kitchen stuff.” She smiled as she stacked multiple pots and pans into a precarious pile.

  “I don’t even understand why you keep all your textbooks in the first place. Plus, why the hell do you even still have textbooks. C’mon babe it’s the 21st century; everyone uses PDFs now.” Eric looked at her, exasperated. Why did she always get to do the easy stuff? She smiled at him innocently, her cute face radiating at him. He grinned. That’s why. She was too damn cute.

  Eric dropped the box of textbooks on the ground with a thud. He sat down on top of it taking a break as sweat dripped down his face.

  “I’m hot,” Eric whined before grabbing a cup of icy water. He chugged it down greedily.

  “Damn right you are!” Monica winked at her boyfriend. They had been dating ever since freshman year and Monica felt like Eric was the one. Their relationship seemed perfect. They complemented each other well. Monica was the playful flirt and Eric played right along.

  Eric winked at his girlfriend.

  He walked toward her as she got up. His arms wrapped around her as he picked up her up spinning her around. Their lips met naturally as they kissed in the middle of their apartment. The kiss quickly gained momentum as they kissed harder and harder. Soon enough Monica’s legs were wrapped around Eric’s waist. Suddenly, he slammed her into the wall.

  He pinned her arms above her head and continued to kiss her lips. She moaned softly as his lips trailed down her neck. She tilted her head back, exposing her flesh as if wanting more attention. She wanted his lips on her skin. She wanted him all over her. Her moans filled the room.

  Eric grinned as he heard his girlfriend’s moans. He swore he loved this girl like he had loved none other before. Their four year anniversary was coming up and Eric couldn’t imagine life without her. He was sure she was the one. With the pleasant thoughts of marriage, honeymoons, kids, and much more he continued to kiss her neck.

  He moved his lips to the side of her neck as if searching for the perfect spot. Finding the desired spot he latched down, biting her delicate skin. Monica moaned softly as she felt him suck her neck just the way she liked it. In the end, Eric only moved away once he had marked his territory. He eyed the hickey he had just created with pride and smirked.

  “Marking your territory, huh? You know Penny won’t let me live it down when she sees it.” Monica teased lightly.

  “Screw her. She’s just jealous. Jealous she doesn’t have a boyfriend like me.” Eric retorted as a grin played on his lips. Monica grinned back.

  “Maybe I should give you one then…” Monica suggested as she leaned her head toward his neck. Eric smirked but set her down on the ground.

  “No, what you need to do is help me carry all our shit upstairs! Most of it is yours anyway!” Monica pouted and rolled her eyes. It was so typical of Eric to ruin fun with business. Sometimes she wished he wasn’t so much of a workaholic. Yes, it had saved her grades multiple times in the past but sometimes she wished he would loosen up and have some fun.

  Chapter 2

  After a full day of moving in and unpacking Monica and Eric did not have a moment to rest. Once classes were in session professors went full throttle from day one and it was hard to keep up. Both Monica and Eric had a heavy workload with their classes. While many of their classmates were goofing off Monica and Eric had high hopes for the future. They knew that the key to a successful future started with working hard in college.

  This did not mean, however, that they were all work and no play. They ended up registering for Human Sexuality 101 as a “fun” class they could take together. With Monica being a biology major and Eric being an engineering major they never had classes together. It was nice to finally take a class together and to help each other on assignments.

  However, much to their disappointment Human Sexuality 101 although interesting was far from an easy A. It was now a month and a half into the semester. They had taken two exams and were on the brink of failing. Both Monica and Eric were regular dean list students and this sudden threat of failure horrified them. They knew they couldn’t fail. There was no way they would fail.

  By Thanksgiving they knew something had to be done.

  ******

  “Monica, I’m worried about Human Sexuality. I think we are legitimately at risk of failing. I can’t have that class blemishing my GPA. You know I have that big internship coming up…” Eric’s voice sounded panicked as he explained his situation to Monica who was in the same boat as her boyfriend.

  “I know, I know. We practically have the same grade… Why is this class so hard anyway? It’s an introductory class to human sexuality it should be a piece of cake.” Monica sounded exasperated almost as if she were on the brink of tears. “What are we going to do?”

  “We can try going to Professor Anderson’s office hours. I think if we talk to him and express our concerns he can help us. Going to office hours has helped me in the past.” Eric offered, looking at Monica. He wondered what she thought. Eric didn’t know why they had put off meeting with the professor until now. Maybe their pride had gotten in the way.

  “I mean we can give it a shot… what other choice do we have?” Monica asked looking at Eric. He nodded, realizing their situation. Opening up his laptop he pulled up the class website, finding the professor’s information.

  “It looks like he has office hours Fridays at 9 pm. That’s a weird time to have office hours. Most professors have it during the afternoons, right after classes. Why is he meeting with students that late at night?” Eric looked over at Monica who was laying down on the couch now.

  She was absentmindedly twirling a piece of her long dark hair on her finger, looking at the ceiling. She should have been studying for her genetics exam, but she didn’t have any motivation to look at evolutionary genes on a Sunday night. The exam wasn’t until Wednesday anyway. She would procrastinate for now.

  “Monica… any thoughts… babe?” Monica was a thousand miles away. She had a habit of heavy daydreaming. People literally had to snap her out of her trances. Eric sighed getting up. He suddenly pounced on her.

  Monica instantly snapped out of her fantasy, grinning at her boyfriend. She instantly wrapped her arms and legs around him be
fore kissing him. Eric smirked into the kiss as he pressed his body into hers. Monica moaned softly as she felt his crotch press against hers. He wasn’t hard, but she could feel his large member pressing against her thigh. Maybe they could have some fun before the weekend was over.

  With that thought, Monica started to make out with Eric. Her tongue crept its way into his mouth, where it found his tongue and wrapped around it. She continued to make out with him hard and rough, trying to get him into the mood. Eric, however, wouldn’t bite. He pulled away.

  “Babe. Human Sexuality. We might fail. I know I am smoking hot and you can’t resist my sexiness, but c’mon please try to focus. We need to figure out what to do.” Eric propped himself up so that his torso hovered above hers. He looked down at her, peering into her eyes.

  “Weren’t you looking up his office hours?” Monica asked, frustrated. She just wanted to have some fun. She didn’t want to think about her grades. She just wanted Eric to pick her up and carry her to bed and have his way with her. Was that too much to ask?