Crime of Passion

Chapter 2: When Predator becomes the Prey

It's been three months since my encounter with Mima, Ivy, and the police officers. I'm keeping a low profile, trying my best not to create a scene or anything that can get the authorities' attention. Besides, I need to recuperate from my previous injuries. It may not be severe, but I still need to take care of myself since I live alone in the villa.

I divert my attention and focus mainly on the vineyard and my winery. When I'm at home, I did a lot of maintenance in the house, like fixing the damaged roof tiles, pipes leakage, broken glass windows, and restoration of paints on the walls. I did everything just to resist my urges. I'm not a s*x maniac nor an addict, but these urges of beating someone with my bare hands while making love is giving me unimaginable pleasure and the satisfaction I always crave.

More days had passed, I couldn't get proper sleep and I can't eat normally. I became less concerned about my grooming and hygiene. I was walking around the villa as if I was looking for something. I feel incomplete as if something is missing. I keep pacing back and forth having empty thoughts, talking to myself, and even having hallucinations of the girls I have s*x with before. The sound they make while we're making love. The pleasure of pure lust and pain of being ripped and torn apart is lingering in my ear. How I longed to hear those melodious sound again.

I can't take it any longer. My urges are getting stronger and it's driving me insane. I need to get out of here and go to town. I took a quick shower, shaved my beard, and dressed casually. I go to my pickup truck and went straight to town. 

I decided to grab something to eat since I haven't had a decent meal for the past few weeks. Fred's diner is the most popular restaurant in Haven town. There are lots of menus to choose from. Not to mention, more women to prey on. 

"Oh my goodness, I can't believe my eyes. Mr. Mancini is back in town!" Fred excitedly greeted me along with a warm hug. "We missed you! Where have you been this past few months?" 

This is what I love about this place, the warm greetings and friendly smile of the people who are working here.

"I'm feeling under the weather, these past few months."  I forced myself to smile. 

"Geez, I bet it's a girl problem," he said and pats me hard on my shoulder.

"You can say that," I replied. I'm not in the mood for jokes.

"Seriously, with that handsome face of yours, it's impossible and unbelievable for a girl to dump you," he confidently said. 

It kind of feels awkward when a man is complimenting me. I bet he would say and do anything for a free bottle of wine. I took out the bottle of wine from my satchel and hand it over to him. 

"A gift for my best buddy," I said to him. I’m starting to get used to lying nowadays.

He immediately took it with a delightful look on his face. "Order anything you want. It's on the house!" he said.

I sat on the counter, so I could watch the movie from the wall-mounted television. A waitress walks towards me and asks me for my order.

"What can I get you, sir?" she asks politely.

"The usual," I replied without looking at her. I was busy watching a horror movie.

"I'm sorry, I'm new here. May I know your usual order?" she asks.

I turned around and look at her. She looks so familiar, I just can pinpoint where and when I saw her.  I was mesmerized by her charm and beauty and was not able to respond quickly to her question.

"Excuse me, sir, you're spacing out," she said waving her hand in front of my face.

"I'm sorry, you looked familiar. Have we met before?" I curiously speak.

"I don't think so, I'm new in town." she quickly replied. "Sir, can I get your order?" she repeats her question.

"Oh yeah, sure, just a bacon and egg sandwich and a cold bottle of beer," I replied.

I watch her walk out on me. Looking at her voluptuous butt makes me want to drool. 

"Careful now Mr. Heartbreaker," Fred said while standing at my back. "She's inexperienced and innocent. Don't you dare break her heart," he reminded me.

"I'm more of a reaper, not a heart breaker and I rather rip her apart than to break her heart," I thought to myself.

"Nah, she's not my type," I said to Fred.

"She's everybody's type. Just look at her, how can you resist that body?" 

He's right. It's hard to ignore her hourglass figure that matches her average height. Her ebony black long her that accentuates her glossy fair complexion. I bet her skin was also soft and smooth without a single flaw. Her breast looks even larger with her small waistline. The more I look at her the more I wanted to meet her. 

I just smiled at Fred and continue to watch the movie. Moments later, she returns and serves my meal.

"Here are your order, one bacon and egg sandwich, and a bottle of ice-cold beer." She also served me her sweet smile showing her pearly white teeth.

"I'm sorry. I didn't get your name. I'm Levi and you are?"

"Call me Claire. Enjoy your meal," she replied and left me. 

I took a bite of my sandwich and a sip on my ice-cold beer while watching the movie. I couldn't help but listen to the customer talking behind my back. They were gossiping about the incident that happened three months ago. 

"Have you heard about the accident?" the old man asked.

"Which one, the friend of the missing girl?" the old lady inquires. "Yeah, they said that she had a car accident and fall down from the cliff," she tries to lower her voice, but it's loud enough for everyone around to hear it clearly.

"According to the authorities, she was drinking while driving. They found bottles of beer in her car," explained the old man. "Kids nowadays were so reckless," he sounded disappointed.

"Do you really believe that it is an accident or maybe there’s a foul play?" Fred butt-in the conversation. "If I'm not mistaken, the name of the girl in the car accident was Ivy and she is the friend if Mima the girl who went missing."

"You're right," Laurice said. "I think the person who took Mima is the same person who killed Ivy!" she speculates.

"Or maybe what happened was just an act of guilt," I said.

"What do you mean?" Everyone turns their head in confusion.

"Maybe, Ivy is somehow responsible for her friend's disappearance and she felt guilty. So she drinks and commits suicide," I explained. "She can't bear the pain of losing a friend." 

"Yeah, that can be true," said the old man. "I've heard that there is no sign of struggle or other injuries aside from being burned during the massive explosion. The fracture she obtains was from the impact of the car being crashed from the rocks while falling from the cliff. Even the toxicology report states that she only consumes beer. No poison or any other harmful chemicals." he carefully explains.

Once again, I made them all believe whatever I want them to believe. While everyone gathers around talking about the accident, Claire on the other hand was busy serving other customers. I watched her take their order while flipping her hair and serve their menu.

I kind of feel irritated when she’s gracefully leaning closer to some random guys. She was wearing a plunging neckline blouse and fitted jeans that expose all of her curves, just enough to get all of the men's attention in the diner.

Seeing those men drooling over her makes my blood boils in so much anger and jealousy. I don't like other people hitting on my prey. She's mine! All mine! Once I have set my eye on something or someone, I won't stop until they become mine. 

I'm starting to feel muscular discomfort. My hands start to shake. I'm having hot flashes with cold sweat. The feeling of tightness around my chest and the shortness of breathing is giving me nausea. My urges are getting stronger, and I'm losing out of control. I took out my wallet from my pocket and get the money and hand it over to Laurice.

"Hey Levi, you forgot your change," she yelled at me.

I ignore her and continue to walk outside the diner. I needed to go far away from there and get some fresh air. I rush over to my pickup truck that is parked in front of the diner. When I'm about to start the engine, I saw Claire from the glass window of the diner. She was really pretty. The way she smiles, the way she walks, and the way she talks to the customer. I'm getting a boner just by looking at her. I instantly felt the bulk being squeeze inside my tight jeans as it gets harder. 

I had no choice but to unzip my pants and let it out and breathe. I start caressing my erected d**k slowly while looking at Claire.  I watch her tight butt and the way her breast is stretching her neckline down every time she leans over to serve the meal for her customer. 

I can imagine so many ways to f**k her. I'd like to see her bend over, so I can f**k her from behind with her back on my chest and my hands all over her big round breast. I will squeeze and juggle them with my bare hands with pure lust and full of desire. I will thrust her faster, deeper, and harder. 

While having those lustful thoughts, my hand continues to masturbate my d**k faster while I imagined myself f*****g her harder. I close my eyes and imagine myself kissing her hungrily and suffocated her with my every kiss. 

"f**k, Claire, please make me c*m," I lustfully said and release a gentle moan. 

My heartbeat was shallow and fast. With a heavy breath, the air turns humid from the lusting steam from my body. Fog starts to form from my car window. I bit my lower lips to prevent myself from making a loud noise. I don't want to make a scene. I rub my d**k faster until I reached my orgasm. I took a deep breath while I watch a massive c*m start to flow all over my hand. After wiping off all of the remaining residues, I decided to leave and go home. 

But just before I start the engine, I saw Claire outside the diner throwing garbage into the bin. Two men approach her and start to initiate inappropriate behavior. They dragged her and touched the sensitive part of her body. When she was about to scream, one of the men covers her mouth with his hand and the other man continues to harass her. 

I jump out of my car without having second thoughts and rush over the scene. And without a word, I start beating the man who is touching her. The man immediately falls down to the ground while I continue to beat him up until both of my hands were covered with his blood. I never feel so alive. These sensations are giving me the pleasure I never have known I was capable of feeling. I enjoyed every moment of it.

The man became too weak. He can barely move. I can tell that his face and body were in total pain. Soon after, his friend joined us and starts throwing punches at me. Claire was too quick to respond and bashed his head with a piece of a wooden block. When the other man realizes he is outnumbered, he dragged his friend away from us.

"Levi, I'm so glad you're here," she cried out and wraps her arms around me, hugging me tightly. "I'm really scared!"

I placed my hand on her head and caress her hair gently. "I'm here now. No harm will come in your way, not when I'm around," I assured her.

"Thank you so much. You saved my life," she said, wiping her tears from her eyes.

I was about to leave when I saw a wallet on the ground, picked it up, and check who it belongs to. My eyes widened. I couldn't believe it when I saw the badge from the wallet. It was Claire's wallet.

"You're a cop?" I almost got choke from my own saliva when I swallowed.

"You were not supposed to see that," her voice turns low and her face became serious. "I guess there's no use in pretending from you. I'm here as an undercover agent that is working as a waitress."

"I don't understand. Who are you?" I curiously ask.

"I'm Detective Claire Rodriguez from the Federal Bureau of Investigation or FBI. I was sent here to investigate the mystery of the missing women in this town," she explained.

No words are there to describe what I'm feeling right now. I can't even move a muscle, slack-mouthed and still in the state of shock when she said...

"I will capture whoever is responsible for the missing women."