The Unseen Enemy Series

Chapter 109

"Dumb luck. Liv couldn’t find her floor plans that she had received from the former owners when I asked for them, and so I contacted the local property office. Turns out, Liv hadn’t received the right plans when she bought the house… there were two sets, one with the hidden space marked, one without. Seems the former owners had reasons to keep the extra room secret. I suspect drugs.”

“Really?”

“Uh-huh. So as soon as I saw the full plans, it was like a sign, you know? Like, the room was a way to really keep an eye on her, to truly be close to her. All the time, and even if she had no idea what I was doing for her. I mean, that’s how much I cared about the w***e, if you can f*****g believe it… I took care of her even when she had no idea that I was doing it!”

“You really cared about her, Greg.” Dallas almost choked on the words. “I can see that.”

“Yeah. And how does she thank me? By not f*****g me. By firing me. And by f*****g you.” He grinned. “So that’s why we’re here, Foreman, in your offices.”

Dallas felt fear move in his chest now; he knew what Greg meant.

“I’m going to hurt her here. I’m going to f**k her here. Then I’m going to kill her here. And then when I’m done, I’ll kill myself.”

He smiled at Olivia and said, “Don’t look so scared, baby. Nothing’s even happened yet… plenty of time to look scared later, when the fun really begins.”

“Greg,” Dallas said, almost pleading now. “Greg, hurt me instead. Let Olivia go.”

Greg laughed. “You still don’t get it, do you? The best way to hurt you? Is to hurt her. Then you get to live with the fact that you couldn’t save her, even though she’s just fifty feet away.”

“Greg…”

“It’s been pleasant, Foreman. But we have to get on with it now. Goodbye.”

Dallas heard silence at the other end of the line. He disconnected, and looked around at his people.

“I want to talk to SWAT, right now.”

“What do you need, Dallas?” Sully asked.

“I need to know who’s going to shoot this sick f**k in the head.” Dallas took a deep breath. “Talking is over. It’s time to call in the guns.”

****

Olivia had been able to hold it together while Greg was talking to Dallas. Knowing that Dallas was on the phone gave her a sense of comfort, for some reason, but now that he was gone, she started to panic.

“Greg,” she said. “Greg, please…”

He approached her, the knife red and shiny with his own blood. “Yeah, that’s good, Liv. Beg me.”

She got to her feet and then he was on her, twisting her arms behind her back. She cried out as he lowered his mouth to hers. Olivia didn’t even think: she bit down on his mouth until she tasted blood, trying to rip his lips right off her face. He yelled, pulled back, backhanded her smartly. She hit the floor hard enough to knock out her breath and he straddled her now, using his knees to pin her arms in place.

“Oh, baby,” he said softly. “That was a big, big mistake.”

He lowered the knife to her shirt and flicked the tip under the top button. It rolled away silently on the carpeted floor and Olivia arched, trying to throw him off.

“I like that,” he breathed. “Push up against me again, Liv.”

She felt his hard-on now and bile rose in her throat. She stopped moving, went totally limp under him.

“No?” he said. “Well, well. One thing at a time, right?”

He cut off another button, then another, working his way slowly to her stomach. When she lay totally exposed to his gaze, he used one hand to open her shirt. He ran his fingers over her bra, then twisted the n*****s, grinning when she cried out in pain.

“Why so shy, Liv?” he asked. “You’ve made a living showing way more than this, right?” He traced the curve of her hip. “So perfect, baby. So gorgeous.” His fingers stilled. “Tell me. Did you like f*****g Dallas?”

Tears rolled down her cheeks now as she remembered different hands touching her, different lips under hers. A different body on hers, in hers.

My God. Was I really in Dallas’ bed just two hours ago, making love with him?

“Did you?” he said again. “I guess he’d be pretty good at f*****g, seeing how much practice the man’s had with his revolving door of redheads from the bar. You do know that you’re just the most recent of many, right?”

She stayed quiet.

“Nothing to say? So silent. Maybe I can get you to make some noise, huh?”

He ran the tip of the knife through her hair and she jerked her head away. His eyes flashed with anger, and he brought the knife to her stomach. In one swift movement, he cut her; not deep, not long, but the burst of hot pain scared her and she screamed.

Greg smiled. “That’s more like it, baby.” He moved the knife between her breasts, pressed down until dark red seeped around it, and she screamed again. “That’s what I wanted to hear.”