Crime of Passion

Chapter 1: Truth behind the LIES

It was a beautiful Sunday morning, a day for my weekly delivery of wine. I woke up early to prepare all the boxes of wine to be delivered to the local store, restaurants, clubs, and bars. I also prepare the list for all the food and supplies I need to purchase. 

Haven town is too far from my villa. I only get to go there once a week and that is during my wine delivery. I head outside the house just before sunrise. The soothing breeze from the open field is crawling from my skin. I can smell the fresh scent of the ripe grapes and can feel the wet ground from the morning dew. 

It will take an hour or two to get to the town and I wanted to finish my deliveries early so that I still have time to unwind and stroll around town. I wasted no time and drove myself to town with my pickup truck.

At Fred's Diner...

"Good morning, Fred. Can I get the usual?" I was referring to the menu that I always ordered.

"Mr. Leviticus Mancini! The man I long to see this morning!" he greeted me with delight. "Did you have my vitamins?" He winked at me.

"I don't have your vitamins," I quickly replied. He suddenly shows a lack of energy and his posture slouches. "But I have your poison!" Hope beam on his face when I showed him the bottle of wine from my winery. 

"For a moment, I thought that you had forgotten about me," he sheepishly said. "This is the best wine that I ever tasted.  I love this more than my wife and this is way better than s*x!" He chuckles. 

"That's because those wine were made out of grapes that were fed by the bodies of women who died in so much pleasure," I was thinking, but not out loud.

"Careful Fred, your wife might hear you!" 

We both had a good laugh. Our conversation was interrupted when one of the customers ask the waitress to turn the volume high from the television that is hanging from the diner's wall. Everyone's attention was now focused on the news.

"What seems to be the problem?" I ask one of the regular customers. 

"Another girl has gone missing," he worriedly said.

I was dumbfounded after hearing those words. I suddenly feel pain as if my heart was about to jump out of my chest. My heart rate increases like a booming heartbeat of a condemned prisoner guilty of a crime. Cold sweat starts to form on my forehead. My hands and knees start to shake. I tried to stay calm and show them a poker face that I've been rehearsing for quite some time. 

"I've heard that before," Fred said. "Her name is N-nemo?" He tries to remember the girl's name.

"It's Mima!" said one of the waitresses. "She's a tourist in this town and she's been missing for one week now," she added.

That waitress’ name is Laurice, Fred’s niece. She’s been working in his diner for almost a year now after she graduated from high school. She’s always updated on the latest happening around Haven a small town in the province of Sacramento.

"What's new? This is not the first time that some random girls went missing," I casually said while looking at everybody's reaction. "Besides, those girls were not from here. How can you be so sure that they are really missing? Maybe they just run away with their boyfriends or something," I added.

"Yeah, you're right," a customer agreed. "Why do they have to blame it all on our people? It will be a bad image to our place and our business," he exclaimed. 

"Actually, it's quite the opposite," Fred opposes. "Ever since the disappearance of the girls started, a lot of tourists came down to check and investigate the mystery of the missing girls," he explained. "They find it amusing and intriguing."

"Police officials stated that according to the missing girl's families, this is the last place the girls visited before they disappeared. All of their friends, relatives, and even their boyfriend confirmed that they have no contact or whatsoever after the girls came to this town," a customer said.

"I'm scared. What if the suspect tries to kidnap me?" Laurice worriedly said.

"Oh c'mon, you don't even have a boyfriend. What makes you think that the suspect will be interested in you?" Fred sarcastically said. "If the suspect really wanted to kidnap you, he should have done it before," he insinuates.

"Well, it only means one thing," I said.

"What is it?" everyone asks.

"The suspect has a great sense of taste when it comes to choosing a woman," I said then start to giggle. 

"Asshole!" Laurice yelled in dismay. 

Everyone starts laughing that lessens the tension in the surrounding. After having lunch, I left the diner and went to the parking lot where I parked my pickup. I was about to get in the vehicle when Ivy shows up out of nowhere.

"L-levi?" she calls out my name.

"Yes?" I turn around and face her.

"Where is she? Where is my friend Mima?" her voice breaks and her eyes were swollen, maybe due to excessive crying. 

I was startled and froze, having an empty stare for a while. Ivy is Mima's best friend and I met them during the wine tasting event in my winery, last two weeks ago. Both of them along with other tourists came to my vineyard as part of their tour.

My grapevine field is one of the tourist spots in Sacramento province. Every month, I organize a wine tasting event for all the town's people and tourists. This is to celebrate and give thanks for the wonderful harvest.

I tried to snap out of my clouded thoughts and try to calm my nerves. Release a big sigh and walk closer to her.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I simply replied. 

"She told me that she was going out with you the night before she disappears." Tears start to fall from her eyes.

"I refused to meet her," I seriously said.

"B-but why?" she confusedly asks.

"I told her that I liked you more. That is why I refused to go out with her. I rather go out with you," I said seriously while looking straight into her gloomy eyes. 

I'm such a liar. But that is the only way for me to get out of this twisted situation. 

"B-but she likes you a lot!"

"I'm sorry. I can't force myself to like somebody." I cupped her face with my hands and lean closer to her. "I like you, Ivy. I really do," I said pretending to be sincere.

"L-levi, I can't do this right now. My friend is still missing." She's trying to dodge my eyes.

"Ivy, listen to me, can you please stop thinking about Mima and think about yourself just this once? Think about us," I said to her then I gently brush my lips to her lips, but without much pressure. I wanted to tease her a little bit. "Do you like me too?" 

"I do, but Levi..." before she even finished her sentence I kissed her once more, gentle yet demanding. I kissed her with so much passion. She soon parted her lips from mine. "Levi, this isn’t right. Please help me find my friend Mima," she pleaded.

"I'm only doing this because of you," I told her trying to sound convincing. "Meet me here before midnight."

"Why so late at night?" she asks curiously.

"I need more time to figure out a way to handle this situation," I said to myself.

"I need to finish my deliveries. Plus, I need to run some errands." I give her a kiss before we parted ways. 

While doing my deliveries, my mind was distracted by the thoughts of Ivy. I need to think of a way to deal with her. She is the only person who knew that I've been in contact with her friend Mima the night before her disappearance. She needs to be taken care of before she went to the police and spill the beans. 

As soon as I finished all of my deliveries, I went to the grocery and buy some food that is good for a week. I need to re-stock my pantry since I only came downtown once a week. I also went to the hardware store and pick up some supplies and liquor store to get some beer, lots of beer. Lastly, I went to the parking lot outside the diner and wait until Ivy arrives. I hid my car at the back of the diner. I don't want people to know that I was there during this time of an hour. 

Good thing we are living in a remote and not too civilized town where CCTV and the hi-tech facility doesn't exist. Otherwise, I will be caught right away. 

A few moments later, she arrived with her pink mini cooper. She left her car and went to the toilet near the parking lot. I bet she wanted to doll up before she meets up with me. 

"It's time to do my magic trick," I said to myself. 

I took out my tools and perform a little modification in her car. Then, I head back to my pickup and took out the box of beer, went back to the parking lot where she parked her car, and wait for her to return.

 "How long have you've been waiting here?" she said.

She looks fresh with her makeup on and I've noticed that she changes her clothes from earlier. She is now wearing a pink dress. It's too short that it exposes her white flawless legs. She is overdressed for a quest to find her friend. 

"I just arrived."

"Where is your pickup truck?" She looks around to search for my car.

"It's in the repair shop. It's quite old and rusty and needed some maintenance," I lied to her.

"What's with the beer?" She's been asking too many questions. I'm getting irritated and losing all of my patience.

"It's been a rough day. I just want us to relax for a while. Let's have a drink," I suggested. 

I placed the box of beer on top of her car, took out two bottles, and open it. I gave her a bottle and we both took a sip on our beer. 

"How about if we drink inside the car, it's too cold outside?" she insisted. 

"Of course, you'll feel cold with the kind of dress you're wearing. I am cold myself even with a jacket," I think to myself.

 We went inside her car. She is sitting on the driver's seat and me on the passenger's seat. We continue to drink until we finished our first bottle of beer.

"You look wonderful tonight," I flirtatiously tease her and run my fingers through her skin from her neck down to her arm and thigh. Gently squeeze her thigh moving my hand inside her pink skirt. "We still have four bottles of beer, would you like to drink some more?" I lean towards her and softly whisper in her ear, "or we can do something else."

She immediately pushed me away from her. "Levi, I don't have time for this. My friend is still missing!"

"Oh c'mon, you did not dress up like that just to search for your friend." I gave her a kiss on her cheek. "You're too tense. You need to loosen up a bit."

I cupped her face and turn it towards me. Now we're face to face. I lean closer to her and brush my lips over her lips, kissing it lightly. She remained quiet and with no violent reaction, I gently press my lips onto her and kissed her softly. I kissed her sensibly to make her feel comfortable. I gradually intensify the kiss. Our lips are locked and my tongue slips inside her mouth, tasting her sweetness, kissing her deep and hard. 

"L-levi..." she calls out my name and releases a gentle moan. 

I held her hand and place it inside my pants. "My d**k is getting hard, play with it," I demanded. I unbuckle my belt and unzip my pants. My stiff d**k sprang out when I pull it out of my pants. Ivy gently caresses my d**k moving her hand up and down. "Play it with your mouth," I commanded. 

Her eyes widened when she heard me said those demanding words. I kissed her passionately and we had a few mouthwatering moments before I parted my lips from her. "Pretty please, I would love to know how it feels to be sucked by those kissable lips of yours," I insisted and trail my index finger on top of her red lips. She pouted her lips and I just kiss her once more. Soon after, she gets down and starts sucking my d**k.

I can be very convincing if I desire. Maybe having a Filipino-Italian decent adds charm and charisma in wooing women. They are so easy to tame and lure them into my lair. I can get whatever I want. Women are very gullible and easy to manipulate. You just have to tell them everything they wanted to hear, and they will believe whatever you want them to believe. Truth becomes the lie and lies to become the truth. It's a simple fact of life. So f****d up, but it's the reality we live in. 

I can feel her tongue running across the sensitive ridge of my manhood. She’s sucking its head while making a slurping sound. She keeps on licking it until she pauses for a while before she devours the full length of my d**k making long deep strokes. I can feel the tip of my d**k rubbing in her throat. I can't help but moan every time she moves her head up and down. I closed my eyes and bit my lower lip to control my irresistible urges.

"Damn, you're lips are so warm," 

From a steady pace, she intensifies and increases the tempo, her head moves up and down faster while sucking my d**k harder. I pull her hair up to get a clearer view of her face while sucking my c**k. I bit my lower lips and press her head closer and pumped myself deep inside her mouth. I'm having the best time of my life when I noticed something...

"f**k, someone’s coming," I said to Ivy. I looked outside the window and saw two drunken men walking in the parking lot. "Start the engine. Let's get out of here," I instructed Ivy.

As soon as she heard it, she immediately starts the engine and starts driving away from the parking lot. 

"Where are we going?" she asks.

"Let's go find your friend," I told her. 

"Do you know where we can find her?" 

"I may have an idea. Just go straight and I'll guide you through it," I confidently said.

While driving, I took one of her hands and place it over my erected d**k. "I want more," I seductively told her. "Masturbate it."

"Are you crazy? I'm f*****g driving!" she irritably said.

I gave her a peck on the neck and run my hand between her thighs. "Seriously, you’re wearing a thong?" A smile emanates my face. "No wonder you feel cold. Let me make you warm," I tease her.

"Stop it!" 

"Are you sure you want me to stop?" 

I continue to rub my hand on her wet thong, gently glide my two digits inside her panties and into her soaking wet p***y. She was startled and arched her hips making my fingers go deeper inside her slit.  

"L-levi, please...." she softly said.

I continue to thrust my two fingers inside her. My middle and ring finger while my thumb is rubbing on her c**t, making a circular motion to increase the sensation. 

"L-levi, please sto..." she said while moaning out of pleasure.

"Stop?" I tease her.

I thrust her faster just enough to make her p***y gets even wetter. 

"Yes... I m-mean no," she stutters. 

Her legs start to shake when she reaches her limit. I rub her p***y even harder to intensify her orgasm and instead of hitting the brake, she steps on the gas. 

She got so distracted that she did not see what was ahead of us. It was very dark outside and the only lights guiding the road were very small street lights. You can barely see the street because some of the lights were already busted. The wheels skidded a little on the pavement when she tried to avoid the truck in front of us. 

"That was close," I said to her. 

"Asshole, you almost got us killed!" she exclaimed.

"Me? You're the one who's driving," trying to be sarcastic. "Go straight ahead. We're almost there," I instructed her.

We were driving up on a hill and on a one-lane road. We were going a little over the speed limit. She starts to panic when she tries to hit the brake to slow down the road.

"Levi, the brake is not working. I can't slow down," she cried out. 

I stayed calm and took a bottle of beer, open it, and pour it all over her. 

"What the f**k are you doing?" she starts to scream at the top of her lungs.

"We are near," I smiled at her. "Soon you will see your friend."

"What did you mean by that?" she started to look confused and astounded at the same time.

"I have a confession to make." I lean closer to her ear and whisper, "I killed Mima and you're next."

"Damn you! How dare you kill my friend Mima?" Tears start to pour down her eyes. "I thought you like me?" 

"I lied," I casually said. "You leave me no choice. I need to get rid of you," I explained.

"How could you say those words without a bit of remorse?" She burst out crying. "I hate you! Go to hell!" she yelled at me.

"Ladies first," I replied and light up my lighter and throw it on her. "Goodbye Ivy."

Fire immediately crawls on her skin due to the beer that is covering her body. I watch her flesh being ripped off her skin while being burned alive. She was screaming from the excruciating pain especially when her face starts to melt like a candle. I can imagine the desperate level of helplessness and powerless Ivy must be feeling right now. 

She starts scratching her skin, rubbing parts of the first layer of the skin away from the pink dress that is embedded in her flesh. She continues to scream when all parts of her body started to soar. The sight of her is unbearable and amusing at the time. It's like watching a painting being transformed into art.

"How much torture can you endure? Die already," I told her. 

I jumped off the car right before the car hit the cliff barrier. I rolled over the ground and get up quickly. I was limping my way over the edge of the cliff and watch the car falls down from the cliff. Everything happened so fast. The car crash over the huge rock creating a big impact making the car flipped several times. As soon as it hits the ground, the car was already on fire that creates a massive explosion.  

I acquire some minor bruises on my arms and a sprained ankle. I took a shortcut to the woods to get back to the parking lot where I parked my pickup. It took me a forty-five-minute walk due to my sprained ankle. Normally, it only took thirty minutes to walk without injuries. 

As soon as I reached my pickup, I drove straight home. On my way home I saw two cops waiting outside the gate of my villa. I pulled over and roll down the car window. 

"Good evening officers. Is there a problem?" I ask them.

"Mr. Leviticus Mancini?" one of the officers asks.

"Yes, can I help you?" 

"Can we ask you a few questions?"

"Regarding what?" I replied.

"Where were you today?" they ask.

"I was in town making my deliveries of wine and buying some groceries," I said.

"What happened to you, sir? How did you get those bruises?" he asks inquisitively. 

"I fell during the unloading of the wine box. I even got a sprained ankle," I explained. "Why am I being interrogated?" 

"Did you happen to know Ms. Mima Jade?" 

"Yeah, I've heard of her earlier this morning at the diner. Everybody is talking about her," I calmly said.

"Can we take a look around in your villa?" 

"Do you have a warrant?" I quickly respond.

"We don't have," he confirmed.

"I'm sorry. I can't allow you to enter my villa without a warrant." Before they said another word I bid them farewell. "Good night officers!" 

They have no choice but to leave. I rolled back the car window and drove inside the villa. Today was a close call and I almost got caught. I need to be very careful and cautious about my actions. I need to protect my collection, my treasure, and precious possession. Nobody can take them away from me, not even death itself.