3 C.R.I.M.E.S

Chapter 3

Angela POV

There was an eerie yet awkward silence that enveloped the entire office, a single word was yet to be said. I was terrified and frozen in my seat. I wasn't physically shaking, but I knew that my eyes were a dead give away. These were my bosses seated in front of me. I'd never really seen them up close together but now that I did, I felt like I was suffocating. I know knew what people meant when they said their presence could be overwhelming and unnerving.

They both had the most powerful aura I’ve seen till date. Boss's aura was filled with more dominance and power and it sent immediate chills down my spine.

Boss stood at 6 feet tall with his form being really built, full of muscle and tattoos. He was everything that was needed in a powerful mafia leader. His eyes were a light brown but the coldness that seeped through them were not to be missed. He had long hair that reached his shoulders and his face was almost always set as hard as stone. He wore a dark suit that hugged his whole form with perfection, not a single thing out of place.

Then boss lady's aura was nothing short of intimidating, but unlike the boss’ dominance and power- hers was made up of mostly confidence.

She really was as beautiful as they said she was. She wore this slight smirk on her face that let me know that she probably knew exactly what was going through my mind. She wore a simple black pencil dress yet for some reason, her curves made it look so much more appealing . Her hair was short, but it suited her perfectly.

My blue eyes and pale skin dotted with few spots on it along with a chubby frame was nothing compared to her perfectly shaped curves in all the perfect places. It made me want to crawl into a ball and hide away from her knowing eyes.

Boss was seated next to her, yet on a different chair. However, he still moved his chair close enough to wrap his arms around her shoulders. She didn't deny him this, just simply kept her gaze in front of her.

"Mr and Mrs Hutcherson, my name is Angela," I began, my voice much steadier than what my inner turmoil would suggest, "what seems to be the problem?"

I looked at them waiting for an answer.

"Don't look at me, it's lovely wife dearest who has a problem," Boss pointed out. His voice caused vibrations to travel across my spine and throughout my body.

She rolled her eyes, "the problem is his damn attitude."

He turned to her, his face hard, "attitude? You're the one with the 'damn' attitude."

I breathed out, nervous as I looked down at the papers in front of me, "why don't we just get right to it. What made you want a divorce, Mrs Hutcherson?"

"Call me Jacqueline," boss lady said not answering the question.

"I’m afraid I can’t do that, boss lady. Would you prefer that?" I inquired trying to keep my gaze from falling on the Boss’ glare.

She turned with a painted glare aimed at Boss.

"Ugh, no Mrs Hutcherson is fine. I want the divorce because I have my daughter's safety at heart," she crossed her arms.

"And I don't?" Boss snapped as he glared at her.

"If you haven't noticed Joseph, you are the reason we are not safe in the first place," she said, raising her voice.

"You are one of the most protected people on this f*****g earth, Jacqueline. Don't piss me off," he retorted, raising his voice as well.

"Don't piss you off? Listen Josephina-"

"Let's all calm down, Mr Hutcherson. I suggest that we at least give Mrs Hutcherson a chance to explain herself."

She breathed out, probably calming herself, "the reason I want a divorce is because I really just want my daughter away from this kind of lifestyle-"

"And you're going to do this at the expense of taking her away from her father?" he snapped over her.

"I don't want Natalya growing up around guns, drugs and death. I want her to live a normal life away from all this money and corruption. Can't you see that Joseph?" She sighed out more than argued as she faced him.

I watched silently, taking silent notes of their behaviour towards each other and in general.

"This is our life, Jacqueline, our life. Not only mine, but yours as well and now it's hers just as much. There's no way she can just pack up and leave everything behind, it won't change anything."

"I'm willing to do whatever it takes for the safety my daughter, Joseph. Even if you don't like it."

I watched as he clenched his jaw and looked away from her and she turned away from him. I watched the way even when they argued, they still sat close to each other. Not moving even an inch away from one another.

At that moment I knew that Mrs Hutcherson had purposefully used those words to hurt Mr. Hutcherson and to ensure he kept quiet. This child was her weapon. Her key. Not to destroy anyone, but to just break away.

It was silent and I was too afraid to break it but I reached into my drawer and took out two journals.

"We've completed the first step, we've acknowledged that we have a problem and we've found what the problem is." I said as I placed the journals on the desk, looking at the couple.

"Now we're going to try to fix this problem. We're going to start real slow, and take our time," I held up the journals, "these will be your journals, you will write anything and everything you're feeling in here before or after our sessions or just anything that comes up between the two of you. Thereafter, you will come in our next session and read it out to each other. In that way we'll see whether we’ve made any progress or not."

I gave the boss lady both the journals because I was not about to hand the boss his myself.

"Your first entry though, or assignment if you'll call it, will be what you love and what you hate about each other. Pretty simple. So you'll draw a line down the middle of the page and one side will have what you hate about each other and the other will have what you love. It doesn't matter which one will outweigh which, that’ll just give us an idea on what we need to work on to better the relationship. We'll meet again, on Wednesday, same time. We'll be meeting three times a week, every Monday, Wednesday and Friday."

I watched as they both looked at the journals. Boss lady smiled at me and they both stood but each one ignored the other. She walked out first and boss followed after, banging the door shut on his way out.

I breathed out in relief, taking off my glasses as I leaned back in my chair and trying to calm my erratic heart.

This is going to take some time to get used to.

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Joseph POV

I sat on our bed with my laptop besides me. I just watched her in her hotel room. She was sitting on the bed as well, except that she was writing in the journal we were given.

I'd been watching her, actually, I'm always watching her. I did miss her but the fact that she wanted a divorce was really something that didn’t sit well with me. The mere mention or thought of it would immediately set me off.

I gave her everything she could ever need. I gave her my all. Does she not need me as much as I need her? Am I not enough for her?

The journal sat at the foot of the bed along with the pen it came with, but I was too busy watching her write to actually do it myself. I could see the TV was on in the background. Judging from the rapid color change it seems like it was on the music channel.

She was tapping her foot to the beat of songs being played, dressed in nothing but a short shorts and a crop top. If I wasn't so upset I would've been turned on at this sight of her.

I shut my laptop, jumping to my feet as I made my way to my wardrobe. Seeing her clothes right next to mine filled me with a sense of relief.

I took a suit, put it on and grabbed my gun and knives making my way to my car, one of my Range Rovers.

I got in as fast as I could, just wanting to hurt or kill someone. I drove to my best friend's house, got out and walked into his house as though I owned it.

I wouldn't be surprised if I caught him screwing his 'Girl of the day'. So instead I just made my way to the basement already knowing that he always kept prisoners in his basement. He was just like me. Just as sick as me. He enjoyed hurting people for the fun of it and to get away from his problems even if just for a moment.

When I got downstairs I found Jacqueline's lawyer in the corner, crying. I watched his quivering form and was filled with immediate satisfaction.

"Billy," I greeted as though we were friends and went way back. I grinned as I seen him cower.

"Come on buddy, I just want to play," I chuckled darkly as I went to grab my gun and faced him in the corner.

"Just...please...kill me," he pleaded.

Ha, as if I'd ever be so kind.

"Now, why would I do that?" Russian fell out of my mouth smoothly as I walked to him and crouched down infront of him, "I ought to teach you a lesson."

He looked up at me, his once clean face was beaten in and scarred. Covered in blood, missing a few teeth.

I pulled out my knife, trailing his neck. I wanted to slice through the skin, but not to kill him but enough to hear him gurgle to his death as he felt every ounce of pain.

Just before the knife could tear through his skin, my phone rang. On any other occasion I would’ve ignored it, but the unique ringtone demanded my attention.

Clearing my throat, I reached into my pocket, bringing out my phone and holding it to my ear.

"Detka?"

"Joseph...hey..." She spoke slowly and lowly.

"What's wrong, detka?" I asked, she sounded down.

"It's just...I just don't want you to think I'm taking Natalya away from you. I just want her to have a normal life, you know?"

I sighed, as I stood over the damn lawyer, "no, I don't know, detka, I really don't."

"I don't get why you don't understand."

"You're right, I don't get it, because she's protected, she's not complaining. She likes this. She's like me."

"That's exactly what I don't want, Joseph. I don't want her to be a killer."

"Well," I breathed out as I looked around. The smell of death strong, "sometimes in life we don't always get what we want."

We were quiet after that, me not saying anything to her because I was hoping she'd understand where I was coming from as well.

"Goodnight, Joseph," she said.

"Goodnight, detka, I love you," I said closing my eyes, hoping she'd say it back.

She didn't, instead she cut the call. And I turned facing the lawyer.

This time though I took out my gun. My thirst for blood was much stronger but he was already battered and bruised and I needed someone who didn't even have a scratch on them.

I held it up, going straight for his heart and pulled the trigger.

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