"It only been two days, Pitch," Melissa said in the comfort of my bed. "According to my sources at the department, everybody is balls deep in it."

"I wish he was balls deep in me," I flopped down next to her and rested my head on her lap.

"You know you could just call him?" she said. Her soft fingers rifled through my hair.

"That is not the point, Melissa." When the hell did she turn into the reasonable one? "We should go to his apartment, and let you fuck me silly and make him watch."

"I'm totally up for that, but let not go too crazy."

My mind started to wonder. Damn! My life was turning into a stupid ChickLit novel called, 'Pitch Can't Find Love Again, Unless There is Blood.' My mind went back to a real possibility why wasn't calling. "What happens if he knows? Knows that I killed Detective Howard."

"You are not that sloppy, Pitch," Melissa commented, "except when you come."

"You nasty."

She laughed and continued. "You always took care of loose ends. You didn't fuck up. You never do."

"Maybe I got cocky and made a stupid ass mistake."

"Like what?" Melissa joked. "Leave a cup of your urine at the crime scene? Even if you did, they don't have your DNA on file. In the off chance, your boyfriend could figure this whole shit out, he would be here right now with a dozen police officer taking your sexy ass to jail." A big grin came over her face as she continued to share her opinion. "Maybe, the real reason is he knows you are the killer, not just of Detective Howard, but all of your victims and he is planning your escape and y'all can live life like Bonnie and Clyde."

"You are aware that Bonnie and Clyde died in a hail of bullets."

"Details, Details," she said. "Don't ruin a good crime and romance story with reality."

My phone vibrated on the nightstand. I hoped it was my Leo. I grabbed the phone, and answered it in a calm tone, but added some element of sass, letting Leo know I was pissed. "Hello, 'Mr. I Can't call my Girlfriend for Two Days.' How the hell are you?"

"Okay," Leo replied. "I deserved that one. I'm sorry that I haven't called. It is crazy over here."

"I don't give a shit how crazy it is. You fucking told me you loved me and no calls or follow-ups? And don't give me the shit that I could have called you."

Melissa covered my phone with her hand. "What the fuck are you doing?" she whispered. "Don't fuck this up because of your fucking pride."

I smacked her hand away. "I got this girl. Are you going to tell me what going on?"

Long paused heard over the phone and Leo spoke. "I need to ask you some questions?"

"Questions?" I asked. "What questions?"

"What the case?"

"What case?" Oh shit! Oh shit!  He knows. He knows fucking everything. Fuck!

"The case of Detective Howard. I would like to talk to you this evening."

"Okay," I answered. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! "See you then." I ended the call and toss the phone on the floor and watched it come apart on impact.

"Calm the fuck down," Melissa said. "They ain't got shit on you." She took hold of my hands. "They got nothing on you."

"Why he wants to ask me questions?"

Melissa rolled her shoulders. "I don't know. Maybe he wants your opinion?"

"He has a Ph.D. in this shit. What does he need from me."

"I don't know, but we have a couple of hours to figure it out, but it has to be nothing. You are being paranoid."

"You might be right."

"And if I'm not right, you could just kill him."

"That is my fall back plan."

Waiting was the worst part, but Melissa was right. They had nothing on me. Maybe, he needed to process shit. Leo found out that he was working with a fucking serial killer. How twisted is that? Okay, maybe not as twisted as fucking one and falling in love with one. Oh my god, I'm so fucking stress. I need a Goddamn release! Thank God, Melissa is still here. I looked at the raven-haired beauty and grabbed her hand and flashed a smile at her that I flashed so many time before. We didn't need to say a word. She knew what wanted and needed. She opened up her bag and pulled out the strap-on.

"You need me to drive?" She cocked up one eyebrow as she asked the question.

"Yes, mistress," I answered. I placed two of her fingers in my mouth and sucked down to her knuckles. We forwent the foreplay as she stood me up from the bed and shoved me against the wall. My panties ripped off my ass and she turned my body and bent me over. I felt her warm breath against my neck.

"What my name?" she asked.

"Melissa," I whispered. My voice quivered with anticipation of her large cock about to enter my body

"Damn right." She spread my cheeks and rubbed my pussy with her fingers. My back arched inward as I felt the long slow stroke of her cock. I bite my lip to mask my scream of discomfort pleasure. Melissa and I would change roles of dominated and submissive. Today, I earned my role as the submissive. I killed Melissa's mother. I broke my promise to her. I needed to be punished. I needed to be disciplined.

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After my needed therapy session and shower, I found myself sitting on the couch with Melissa laying her head in my lap. My nails lightly scratched her forehead. Her eyes closed as I felt the stress living her body. She let out a deep breath, and a series approving hums. She shared with me, her stress was related to mine, as our bodies were in sync with each other.

"Thank you," I told her.

Her eyes opened. "For what?"

I leaned down and kissed her on the lips. "For everything."

She smiled and caressed the side of my face. "I would do anything for you." A knock came to the front door.

I looked at the door and back at Melissa. "Are you willing to kill a sexy piece of milk chocolate?"

"Sure," she answered. "If I get to fuck him first."

I bumped Melissa off on me and her body hit the floor. "You are a naughty girl."

"Damn right." She smiled at me, letting me know she wasn't a threat.

I answered the door, it was Leo. He didn't say a word, but wrapped his arms around me and placed his lips on mine. We kissed like he came home from a six tour of war. He groped my tits and moved to the back off my shorts. His hands reached beneath my waistband of the short and panties. His warm hands gripped my bare ass. I reached down his pants and grabbed his rock hard cock, exposing half to the outside world. It has been two long fucking days and I was going to fuck this sexy motherfucker.

"Well," Melissa interrupted. "If this is how you interrogated people. Please, me next." I totally forgot that Melissa was there. A startled Leo removed his hands from my ass.

"I didn't see you there," Leo said as his adjusted his manhood, but I knew Melissa got an eyeful of his cock or at least half of it.

"You wouldn't have seen me if I was butt-ass naked." Melissa grabbed her bag. "I don't think you don't need me around." She walked out the door.

"So," I tried to get Leo refocused by placing my hand down his pant. "Where were we?"

He grabbed my wrist. "Maybe we should talk first."

"Fine." I removed my hand from his junk and crashed on the couch. "What do you want to talk about?"

"I don't know how to tell you this," he said before he took his seat next to me.

"Just say it." I didn't expect the following question.

"Tell me about your father?"

"What the fuck?" I yelled and stood up from the couch. "You going straight up Freud on me? Get the fuck out of my house." What the hell was I'm saying? I don't want him to leave.

"Wait? What?" His dumbfound look was justified, but I wasn't ready for this bullshit.

"I don't want to talk about daddy dearest. Just fucking drop it."

"Pitch," he said. "I wasn't trying to upset you."

I felt my blood boiled and my heart raced. "You really want to know about daddy. I will tell you everything." My hands balled up. "He was an abusive asshole that drove my mother away. She left me with that fucking monster! I don't blame her for leaving, but I blamed her for leaving me. She should have known what he was going to do to me. She wasn't that fucking stupid." I sat back on the couch. My legs shook as my body rocked. My voice and hands trembled. I bit my tongue from keeping me from exploding. I pulled my knees close to my chest. I turned into that little girl, that victim, that scared little child. Tears streamed down my cheeks. I couldn't believe that I'm going to tell him. My breaths shortened and my eyes closed. There was no turning back. I had to tell him. I put my head down to my knees. "He fucking raped me." It was out. There was no turning back.

He sat there in silence, only his vacant stare blanketed my body. He tried to hug me, but I stopped him. I had more to share.

"He fucking raped me," I repeated. "More times than I care to remember. His hands crawling all over my body, his dick piercing in me. I wanted to kill him. All the time he fucked me. All the time I felt his cum swarming inside of me. His breath struck of beer. As he raped me, words like slut, bitch and cunt crept out of his mouth. The asshole deserved to die. I glad he is fucking dead. I wished I had to balls to do it myself."

"Did they ever find out who did it?"

"No," I answered. "Whoever did, I'm going to buy them a drink." I wiped the tears from my eyes and let out a big sigh of relief. I got that demon off of my chest. "What brought this shit up?"

He looked down at his hands. "Research," he said. "I read his case."

"Then you knew it was still opened. What were you doing research on, me?" My mind tried to remember where Melissa put the gun? Under the couch. I hoped I didn't have to reach for it.

"No, one of Detective Howard's victims," Leo explained, "based on the evidence, his first victim, Margret Armstrong."

"My mother?" The statement came out like a question. "What the fuck are you saying, Leo?"

"Your mother didn't abandon you. She was murdered by Detective Howard about seven years ago."

"Fuck me."