Predestined

Chapter 15

Sarah

October 2020..... Chicago....

After weeks of being stuck behind the desk, I finally got the chance to go out on the field. It has been a hellish couple of weeks, the only thing that gets me through is having to talk to Matt. We spend a lot of time talking every day and he seems so perfect. He texts me every day just to remind me to have a good day, which sometimes I really need. It was so easy for him to cheer me up and sometimes I felt I was loving him too much, but I didn't know how to stop. Everytime I think of pulling back, he just says or does something that makes me forget why I was pulling back and, eventually, I forget that I wanted to pull back and we just start having fun conversations. The best part of talking with him is the sense of freedom it brought. I didn't need to think hard to keep up, didn't need to think about topics of interest. We just had fun with whatever came to mind.

Back to the current situation... Today I've been asked to go with Paul to a judge's office. We need him to sign an arrest warrant for some guy involved in a murder coverup and while we're in his office, something just didn't feel right about the judge. I don't know if it's the way he spoke or the way his face looked or the fact that he kept looking at me from top to bottom while he spoke, trying to have what I think is a dirty smile, but I can only describe it as ghoulish for lack of better words. He just kept making unfunny jokes and hitting on me with uncomfortable remarks. I'm quite used to men hitting on me. In fact, I can barely go a whole day without getting a dirty comment or having dirty glances cast my way. But in his case, it just made me want to peel my skin off with my bare hands. Felt like he had been taught his 'game' by someone committed in a mental hospital for irregular s****l perversions. He just kept grinning like he was really laying on his game thick. Like a stand-up comedian whose punchline is funny to just himself. I just want to get what we came for and get out of here, before he creeps me out to the point where I pull a gun out on him. Somehow, the disgust in my head was so visible that Paul had to tap my shoe with his just to signal me to be calm. After what felt like hours of droning on and on, he finally got around to talking about the issue we went for, which was the warrant. Not like we haven't been talking about it, but he just always managed to draw us off topic. Topics ranging from when he was a lacrosse captain in college, or when he killed his first fish with his bare hands, to how him and his wife are having problems. Problems that, quite frankly, I think he needs to tell to a shrink. When we manage to get on topic, there's always a tangent. How do people even manage to have a conversation with this guy? Just when I thought we could get on with the conversation and get him to sign the warrant, the worst happened. In a flash, we saw a hole punch through his chest as pieces of his heart and arteries stained the recliner he sat on and the wall behind him. I froze in my chair for a moment as multiple thoughts flooded my head, the strongest of them being 'Does death seem to follow me everywhere I go?', 'why does this always happen around me?'. I snap back to reality as Paul springs up, gun in hand, scanning the area outside, trying to figure out where the shot came from. I just got up, turned around and peered into the abyss, like my life had no meaning at that point. Just as reality sets up to call me back, I notice a shadow moving in the distance. It looked like a man in the shadows. It crossed my mind that it might be the shooter, but the distance just seemed impossible. Taking such a shot from a distance that I couldn't even make out his shape is all but stories you hear from Hollywood studios. Reality finally calls in when Paul calls in for backup.

After a while of trying to fill officers in on the details of the crime, my boss came in and it seemed like he spoke from the part of his brain that always spoke to him to be an asshole because the first thing he said was

"If I had to guess, I'd say you brought a lot of bad luck."

"What exactly does that mean, captain?" I asked, visibly enraged.

"No meaning exactly. Just pointing out the fact that since you came, the 11-95 killer now seems to have more confidence in carrying out his operations, which means he could be working with you, or the most probable answer, he heard we gave his case to a woman. You barely even do anything about it. All I see you do is text and smile at your phone."

I was about to lunge at him with my fist when Paul stepped in front of me as if he read my mind and then he turned to the captain and said.

"With all due respect sir, I think that's highly inappropriate. It seems too wild to blame her for a killer that was operational way before she was transferred here."

The captain said nothing. He just grunted and walked away as if to imply that he had made his point.

"Don't even worry about it. It's such a s**t assignment. This guy's been operational for years and no one has been able to identify him or even come close. No one even wants the assignment." Paul says, as if to try to cheer me up.

Although his words seemed to make sense, I couldn't accept it. I thrive at doing the impossible. I know I can crack the case and solve the mystery behind it. I just have to focus and find a pattern to it. I have to get back to the precinct.

Back to the precinct, even though it's already late, I try to gather as many of the files as I have to organise my thoughts. There seems to be a lot of notes about his victims, no discerning pattern of any sort, no relation between the victims. From judges to politicians to business men and even drug dealers. Then it all just hit me, maybe we're looking at it all wrong. What if the killer wasn't the one we're supposed to be focused on? What if he's just a gun for hire and we could be better off, figuring out who hired him and trace him from there. Just as I was about to get my files together to bring up a coherent thought to it, I heard the familiar sound of the two usual roosters; Tweetle-Dee and Tweetle-Dumb.

"I know they gave you a s**t assignment, but only you can manage to make a s**t situation even shittier." Tweetle-dee started.

"I know, right? How do you manage to be in the room when your lead case commits murder thrice? Once is a coincidence, twice is bad luck, but thrice? Come on lady, what's your secret?" Tweetle-dumb added, with both of them laughing hysterically. Just as I was about to respond to them, Tweetle-dumb cut me off with his hand in my face.

"Don't worry, it was a rhetorical question. You can get back to doing whatever it is you do around here." They walked away laughing at the top of their voices as if to add salt to injury.

As strong as I thought I was, tears started to build up in the corner of my eyes, so I just took my phone out and texted the one person I knew would make me feel better. "Are you home? I'd like to come over." was my text.

....... I hate this city.....

Later on at his place, after I had a good cry in his arms, we sat and just talked. And in the way he responded so calmly and talked so smoothly, all I could think about was me getting lost in his eyes, staring at the way his lips moved, listening to his soothing bass voice, trying to make sense of what I was going through without even knowing what was going on. At some point, I just lost control and started to kiss him. Every bit of the kiss felt good, like every molecule in my body was set on fire and instantly cooled down over and over again. The taste of his soft lips felt like I was running my tongue over clouds - if I ever imagined what clouds tasted like. As we kept kissing, I wanted more. and the more we kissed, the more I wanted. All of it seemed to feel right, then we started to undress. I could feel the lines of all his muscles in my hands. How could one have such strong muscles covered by very soft skin? His broad shoulders felt like they were carved by the Greek gods. As we kissed, we moved ourselves to the bedroom and just as we were about to enter the bedroom, he just lifted me up with his lips still on mine and gently carried me to the bed. Just as he set me down and was about to devour me, it happened again. My PTSD came flooding in again, with me trembling and, at that point, I lost it and tears rolled down my cheeks. He just laid still for a moment watching me as I tried to alternate between crying and whispering "I'm sorry". He just stood still, stroking my hair and quietly shushing me. As soon as I stopped crying, I tried to rush it by just pulling him close and continuing with the kissing so we could get it over with, but he just held me back and asked "are you sure about this?" The question surprised me a bit but I just nodded yes. I don't know how he said it, but he whispered words that not only calmed me down, but brought back the yearning feeling I had for him. He said

"Then let me treat you like a queen." I collapsed back into the bed as I watched this beautiful man do wonders to my body. First, he started by kissing my neck and although I've had that done to me before, it just felt different from him. After working on my neck, he gently went down to my chest and the area under my shoulder blades. I expected him to go for my breasts but he didn't; he just kissed me through the middle and went down to my belly button. At this point, I could feel my juices dripping down and wetting the bed beneath me, but he just kept going. After working on my belly button, he went down and kissed my pelvic bone. I'd not had that done before, so it sent waves crashing all over my body and I felt myself having an orgasm. This dude must really be something! As he got to my inner thighs, parts of my PTSD flashed back and my legs started to tighten. He just kept going and kissed the tension out of my thighs to my calves and then my toes. By the time he got to my toes, another wave crashed over me as I felt myself orgasm again. I felt my whole body tremble and at that moment, I was at his mercy. But he didn't go for the penetration, he just looked in my eyes, smiled devilishly and continued to kiss back up my body. When he got up my thighs, he just kissed round both my thighs like a vulture circling food and when he got closer, he went back up my pelvis to my stomach and when he got to my chest he stopped, took a hard stare at my rock hard n*****s and then gave it a simple smooch. No tongue, no sucking, just placed his lip on it as one would peck a cheek. At that point, I just couldn't take it. I let out "I want you" but he just smiled and said "Patience, you will soon get your wish." The way his voice sounded sent another wave crashing through my body and, at that point, I could feel the bed soaked underneath my butt. He just proceeded to kiss my breast, but he spent a lot of time sucking on everywhere but my n****e. He just went round and round and when he got closer to the n****e, he'd go to the other breast. He did this till I couldn't take it anymore. I just held his head and shoved my n****e in his mouth. As soon as I felt his tongue on my n*****s, then came another wave. At this point, I could feel my legs shaking from intense pleasure and he felt it too, because he left my n*****s and went down my body and, unlike before, he just spread my legs and dove right in. I had no idea what he was doing down there because all I felt was wave after wave just crashing all over my body. I tried to scream, but my vocal chords wouldn't correspond. I just laid there, legs in the air, hands pulling on the bedsheet, eyes rolled into the back of my head with my mouth wide open. After what felt like a boatload of orgasms, he came back and kissed me and, for the first time, I tasted myself and on his lips, I tasted like heaven. Before I could completely get over the taste, I felt him slide in and, at that moment, it felt like the world had shattered beneath me and it was just him and I, floating in the clouds. I orgasmed again. That has got to be a record! He started off with slow strokes, and with every stroke came a feeling that I couldn't quite describe. It just felt perfect. Everything seemed to fit. He was the right size and I was the right width. I just felt all the strokes as he went in and out. In a few moments, I orgasmed again and as he felt me tremble from the orgasm, he quickened his pace. At that point, I was helpless to his rhythm. I just laid there gasping for air while trying to keep my soul from leaving my body. His pace quickened as did my breathing. Just as I felt a huge wave of orgasm about to hit me, I looked at his face to see his eyes rolled up far back in his head and I knew what was about to happen. We both groaned loudly as we hit our climax in an all-so melodic fashion and he fell on the bed panting like I was.

...... This king deserves a medal.......