Wrong Kind of Love

by Nichol-Louise Andrews

  “I aint selling. I‘m staying ok so if you got a problem tough shit its my apartment n I aint leaving”

  “Fine.” They smiled at each other.

  Chapter Nine

  He’d gotten the call about an hour ago, he was now driving down West Blvd Street, not the nicest of areas, full of late afternoon hookers, boozed up tramps and store front drug deals. He pulled up in front of 163, numerous boarded up windows full of offensive graffiti, teenage girls hangout bedroom windows smoking dope and teenage boys with fierce looking dogs shouting up at them. This was too crowded, there’s no way he could park up right in front of the apartment block were he would soon enter to kill and get out without anyone seeing him, he thought for a while whilst scanning his surroundings, he saw a parking lot at the side of one of the shops and parked his car there, this would do that way no one would identify his car being as being at the scene of a crime.

  He walked his way up West Blvd, the hookers were asking if he wanted to have fun, the drug dealers asking if he needed a little light relief and the tramps were asking for money, this street was defiantly a dive. He stood in front of the block and looked up eight floors high, Andonetti and Cowter were on the third floor. He made his way past the thug wannabes and entered the apartment. Andonetti and Cowter had probably already been informed by the O’Doud’s of the Valentino on the West rumour they had been hearing and were more then likely concocting a plan to put into action.

  Flat 3B was sandwiched between two other apartments, these were boarded up which was good, there would be no chance of any worried neighbours barging in uninvited, though this area did not seem to be one that had neighbourhood watch. The apartments door was ajar, Lucas stood close by to see if he could hear anyone.

  “That was O‘Doud he wants us to find out if the Valentino‘s have someone on this side of the country” one voice said.

  “No kidding, they think that. So what they think were gonna find out, if we start trying to find info on the Valentino’s then were gonna be seeing a coffin sooner then we hoped.” another voice replied.

  “Ah calm yourself aint no Valentino‘s on the west” Lucas walked into the room, both men turned and starred.

  “Wanna bet” Lucas snarled.

  “Oh shit” the second man said. Lucas looked around the room there was just the two men and he, he saw a clever knife on the side picked it up in one hand, took out his gun with the other and closed the door.

  Amelia was alone in Lucas’s apartment she felt more at home here then she did at her own house, there was something about his apartment that felt safe to her. She put down her school books, got to her feet and starting snooping around his apartment. It was fairly basic nothing out of place everything new and clean, she opened his bedroom door to look around. His room was a good size it had a huge bed, a walk in wardrobe and its own bathroom, she stepped into his wardrobe it was full of clothes and differed types of footwear from kickers to vans to dress shoes, his clothes were the same all designer all immaculate not one piece of clothing was torn, faded or dirty. After the wardrobe she walked over to his bed, she’d felt so comfy in it the night before she just wished she could have Lucas in it with her tonight but if she asked him she thought he would think she was weak wanting a guy to spend the night in her bed just to cuddle, he was a guy that she could not picture cuddling in bed. She pulled open his bedside table drawer; a bible, pen, paper, an empty envelope package, some cd’s and condoms lots of condoms. She wondered how experienced he was, how many girls he had been with, she knew of the girls in school but other then them he’d only been here five months. Had he been with anyone before. She’d heard girls talking about him, how good he was, how big he was, how his skin was soft to touch, how he was strong and masterful with them, how he was cute, a badass, he’d not called them back, a player. Amelia could not see why he would want to hang out with her instead of doing his usual antics. His book shelves were filled with gangster books, porno mag’s and blank spine books. She reached up to pull one of them off the shelf and flicked through it, it was full of his writings, his poems, she stopped a page and read it out loud,

  “I‘ll draw you a picture, I‘ll draw it with a twist, I‘ll draw it with a razor blade, I‘ll draw it on my wrist and if I draw it correctly a red fountain will appear washing away my sorrows, washing away my fears” Amelia felt as if she was being watched when a loud coughing noise came from behind her she spun round and noticed Lucas propped up in the bedroom doorway, she hadn’t noticed the time he’d been gone about three hours.

  “Snooping, were you? ” he asked.

  “Err no I was… I…. I was just looking for a book for English that’s all” Lucas lent back to look at the books on the sofa and flipped one over.

  “You have your Math book still open” Amelia’s face went crimson red with embarrassment “It‘s ok find anything interesting” he walked over took the book out her hand and put it back on the shelf and sat on his bed.

  “Sorry, I guess you caught me”

  “Ah ha looks like I did” he smiled.

  “I didn’t know you wrote poetry?”

  “I don’t”

  “You do the book its full of your”

  “I don’t” he interrupted her. She nodded and sat next to him on the bed, she looked him in the eyes, his heart skipped a beat, hers to.

  “Where‘ve you been?” she asked.

  “No where” he fell back on the bed his arms stretched out length ways Amelia laid down next to him, her hand grazed his arm, he sat upright as if been struck by lightening, she too sat up, he touched her face ever so gently in case she would break. He kept her gaze, it was a look soft and pure, one of fear and excite, he inched forward slightly then stopped, her eyes were still on him, they drew him to her, his lips hovered over her’s just for a second before touching. He kissed her softly but he pulled away. “No it‘s not fair on you, your not ready” he rubbed his forehead.

  “It‘s ok” she said touching his hand, he kissed her again soft and passionately, she kissed him back, he ran his hands through her hair and carried on kissing her, edging her backwards onto the bed, he moved his hand down her thigh and back up again till he reached her top, he put his hand under the rim of his shirt but she pulled his hand away and he pulled himself up off her. “I‘m sorry. I…”

  “Baby its ok, I was going too far” she nodded “I‘m sorry but wow, I‘ve never had a girl kiss me like that before. I like it. Can I kiss you again” he asked, she nodded again and he kissed her a second time, a passionate kiss, a kiss full of romance, a good kiss, a pure kiss. “Wow”

  “Yup. I‘m sorry I cant go further for you”

  “Don’t apologize I understand but I am gonna go on the balcony for a smoke, to you know calm down a bit” he smiled hopped off the bed but not before pulling her up with him so he could kiss her a third time, she put her hands on the top of his neck and his went to the base of her spine she lifted herself up on to her tip toes to reach up to his lips. “Yeah, I may be out there a while.” he laughed and went out onto the balcony. Lucas ran his hands through his hair and breathed out, he’d wanted so much to have kissed her more but he knew that if he had he’d of wanted to fuck, he wanted to fuck her now but if they kissed for much longer he wouldn’t of had much strength to and he did not want Amelia to do something that she would regret and she would of done, she was not ready to take the next step with a guy, yeah she had before but it was different now, she’d been raped and that just spoils sex, it takes the fun, the love, the emotion out of it and leave it as a bad taste in your mouth and a nightmare. He wanted to wait to because he didn’t want to fuck her as much anymore he wanted to make love to her.

  “Jesus Christ Lucas you cut his fucking head off, you are one sick fuck you know that.” Valentino yelled as Lucas answered his phone.

  “How did you know?”

  “How did I know its on the news.”

  “I‘m sorry father”

  “Your sorry” he yelled again
“Don’t be I like it makes you sound psychotic and dangerous a good combination” he laughed.

  “Thanks I think. Is it on the news really, shit that’s not good”

  “Its fine don’t worry pigs have no leads, no witnesses, no finger prints and no MO. it’s a dead end case before it begins. Now tell me why in the hell would you wanna cut his head off? And what did you do to the other one?”

  “He talked to much that’s why and the other I just shot he didn’t look like he could have been fun to butcher, the other though, he was”

  “I got some info on them boys you were asking about you want me to send it to your phone?”

  “Yeah please. Gimmie the jist though”

  “Not much really, Jono Bury he‘s just a junkie, did a stint in jouvie for possession nothing major and Danny King he‘s a nasty, he‘s done time because he likes raping pretty girls, he got sent down coz one girl testified against him, she was meant to be lucky to be alive, he left her chained to a tree with barbed wire when she was found she had nasty gaping wounds. Now as much as I like the sound of death by barbed wire I don’t like it done to pretty girls and I sure as hell don’t fucking like rapists so if you planning on doing something to these guys make sure this King kid he dies slow and in a lot of pain. Now take care I‘ll send some info through to you.” Amelia was lucky, very lucky he could of killed her or hurt her worse, did he though? she did have that deep scar on her face, did he do that to her, he had to ask her.

  “Hey you what you doing?” he asked coming through the doors.

  “Nothing, just flicking through seeing if anything goods on” she smiled up at him holding the TV remote.

  “You look real pretty today. Not that you don’t always but you look real pretty with no make up on and that little sprinkling of freckles over your nose” he bent down and kissed her head.

  “Thanks but I don’t” she put her hand up to her face and covered up her scar.

  “You do. How did you get that scar anyway, looks nasty.”

  “Yeah it was but its healing now, not much like but its fading though”

  “So how you get it?” he asked again he knew she’d not answered the first time on purpose but he wanted to know he had to know, so he could decide how to kill King.

  “I… err, it was when I got attacked, he had a knife held to my face the whole time he was on top of me and when I was trying to get away he stabbed me it went right through my cheek into my tongue too but that healed up real fast” pain had flooded her eyes again.

  “Oh shit that’s horrid how come you didn’t say, did you report the mother fucker”

  “Lucas please, I don’t want to talk about this anymore” he nodded.

  “Ok I‘m sorry. Do you want to eat, I can go get take out or we can go out, do you fancy going out?”

  “If you want to I don’t mind take out I think I‘m a little tired to go out though but if you want we can”

  “No take outs fine with me. You eat Italian I know this little Italian round the corner that makes the best spaghetti”

  “Sounds good to me.”

  “Oh my god you have to come see this” she yelled out before Lucas even had time to shut the door. He put the take out bag on the table and went over to her she was watching the news. “Some guys were found dead earlier today and get this one guy his head was cut off like laterally hacked off they found it separate from his body how gross is that?”

  “Yeah that’s pretty gross, do the police have any leads?” he asked anxiously.

  “Nah they have no clue, totally drawing a blank. Why do you think someone would do that, its strange, sure if you have to kill, kill, but hacking off someone’s head that’s just harsh and personal don’t ya think”

  “I dunno really I don’t think like a killer” he lied. He wondered what she’d say if he knew that he was the one who killed the two men, he wondered if she’d stay if she knew, how she’d react, how she would feel, he did not want to take the chance of finding out the answers so he kept quite and kissed Amelia on the forehead.

  “Nor do I but I was just thinking that’s all, hey how do you think he did it I mean can you actually cut someone’s head off or do you think it could just be a load of media hype.”

  “I really don’t know, maybe. You ask a lot of questions”

  “Sorry. I like a good, I don’t know actually I just like stuff like that it makes me think”

  “About?”

  “Stuff.”

  “Ok little miss psycho do I need to lock you in the bedroom tonight and sleep with one eye open”

  “Oh ha ha funny guy. Do something useful and dish out the food I‘m starving.”

  The more he found out about Amelia the more he liked her she was cute, sweet and unique she was defiantly unique, most girls would be freaked out hearing about some gruesome murder but not her, she was intrigued by it you could see her thoughts going into overdrive as the news reader read about the murder. Lucas thought that maybe Amelia could fit into his world, that she may like it. Then on the other hand how do you tell someone that you’re the son of one of the most notorious families in New York and probably all of America and that you were sent to California to be his families hit man, it was not a subject that you could just bring up over dinner, he would not tell her, she never needed to know.

  “I‘m gonna go to bed” Amelia announced as she stood to go into the bedroom, she walked to the door but stopped and turned around to look at Lucas “Hey do you wanna…” she broke off.

  “Huh? Wanna what” his eyes were transfixed on the TV, there was some kind of Playboy Bunnies documentary on.

  “Never mind.” she carried on into the bedroom and changed in the bathroom, when she came out Lucas was slumped up against the door “Hey”

  “Hey” he looked at her with a kind smile “What was you going to ask me?” he walked over to her and smoothed her hair back out of her eyes.

  “I was just gonna ask if you wanted to….” she looked away from him, he made her nervous.

  “Wanted to what?” his voice sounded soothing “Amelia what are you asking me?”

  “It‘s silly forget it” she moved towards the bed but Lucas softly grabbed Amelia’s had and pulled her back to him, he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her sweetly.

  “Try me, I bet I don’t find it silly”

  “I was merely going to ask if maybe you wanted to sleep in here tonight” she paused “With me. To sleep like not you know I‘m not ready for that but… it‘s silly I told you it was”

  “I don’t think it’s silly, I think its sweet. Sounds good to me if your sure”

  “Yeah but no sex”

  “No sex, I promise. I‘ll go lock up and be in in 5mins” When Lucas came back in Amelia was already in bed wrapped up in the duvet, he liked the way she looked in his bed, he liked how she wanted him in bed with her even if it was purely platonic she still wanted him there. “You best not hog the duvet” he pulled off his shirt and his jeans and slipped into bed beside her, his skin was soft against hers. They lay in bed facing each other, their eyes locked in a gaze “Can I kiss you?” he asked.

  “I‘d like that” she smiled, their lips met and they kissed.

  Chapter Ten

  Over the next few weeks Amelia and Lucas grew much closer. They kept their relationship secret, Lucas did not want Amelia to be singled out because he had a bad reputation but it was because Lucas was jealous that if anyone new he was dating Amelia the other lads at Cal High might notice her and try take her away from him, he would never let this happen. Their relationship was a secret that the two of them only shared, every weekend Amelia would stay over, they would go to the cinema, they would go out for a meal, they would spend every second together and they liked it. They had not had sex, Amelia was still not ready but Lucas respected this and he never tried to take things further, it took all his will power not to, he so much wanted to be with her, be inside her, give her pleasure that she had never experienced, he wanted to worsh
ip her and protect her. They both knew that they were falling for each other and both knew that this could be bad news, there was something between them, though very strong each knew deep down that this could well be the wrong kind of love.

  The news of Andonetti and Cowter’s murder’s had died out, the police had no evidence, no suspect, they had nothing to go on. They had put the murder’s down to a drug deal gone wrong, no body cared that two low life’s were dead, it was one or in this case two less things to worry about. Lucas was in the clear.

  News had got back to the O’Doud’s and they figured that a Valentino must be on the west coast, the though that it can not of been a coincidence that one minute one of their guys was shouting his head off bad mouthing the Valentino’s and next he ends up dead with the back of his head blown off and then Cowter and Andonetti were set to seek out the Valentino and kill him but instead they were killed first. The O’Doud’s thought that one of their people could be the informant but the only people who were involved in the conversations about anything were just five men and three of those were O’Doud’s the other two had been loyal to the family for forever. Due to their nervousness all activity at the O’Doud estate ceased, Lucas still kept a close eye on them and would go over most weekends which is when they always convened.

  Jono Bury and Danny King were never out of Lucas’s radar, he had close tabs kept on them, he was buying his time before he made his move. Lucas was looking forward to hurting them, he planed to hurt them the worst, they would not live to tell the tale, he wanted them to suffer for what they did to Amelia, they had mentally scarred her and it would be with her all her life and because of them he and Amelia hadn’t made love, she could not even bare Lucas to touch her body. She flinched under every touch. She wanted to make love to him, she trusted him with her whole heart but she still could not and would not allow herself to give that part of her away again, it had to be the right time.