Double Kill

I slowly brought the cup to my lips and took a zip of the hot coffee. My long term boyfriend, Jacoby, was sitting in front of me in the small, cosy coffee shop. His blue, green eyes scanning the dark street outside the window. The coffee shop was cosy but I would prefer something more fancy.

”So, Melissa...” his hazel eyes fell on me. ”Could I take you out for dinner tomorrow?”

I shook my head.

”Sorry. I’m invited to my best friend’s wedding. Brides maid you know.”

He nodded. I could see the disappointing look in his eyes. I would love to meet him tomorrow. Unfortunately, tomorrow was the wrong day to see Jacoby. I had plans that had to be made.

My thoughts were interrupted by the familiar sound of a chair that’s scraping against wooden floor. Jacoby had pushed his chair back and was now standing up.

”Where are you going?”

”I’m taking you home. Pretty girls like you shouldn’t walk home alone this late.”

He helped me up from the chair, exposing some of his chest tattoos. He placed one of his rather muscular arms around my shoulders as we walked out of the coffee shop and out on the silent street. We didn’t talk during the walk to my house. The only sound was my high heels hitting the ground as we walked.

I didn’t notice that we had reached my house until Jacoby stopped. He pulled me into his embrace. He shut his eyes slowly as he bent down, placing his lips on mine. The kiss wasn’t passionate, nor sexual. It was just a, kiss.

”I guess I’ll see you someday, soon.” he gave me a last peck on the lips before he walked down the street, leaving me alone outside the house. I stood left in the darkness, making sure he was far away before I walked back in.

I entered the house, shutting the door quickly behind me. I didn’t want the warm surroundings in the house disappear out into the cold night. I took of my boots and jacket and threw them at the side. I tip toed all the way into the living room, didn’t want to wake him up if he was asleep.

I entered the living room and was greeted by a half sleeping Brian in the couch. He groaned loudly and turned around.

”Where have you been?”

”I was just out with the girls.” I lied.

”Oh. Come here.” he stretched out his arms, welcoming me into his comforting embrace.

I accepted his offer and laid down in his arms.

”I can’t wait for tomorrow.” Brian slurred.

”Me neither.”

I kissed him on the cheek before burying my face in the crock of his neck. After a couple of minutes I could hear the light snores escape his lips. He was asleep.

-

”So how about Mr. Haner here will take the new married Mrs. Haner to a very special place.” I could feel Brian’s breath on my neck as he tried to talk straight.

Apparently a glass of champagne had turned to a few more than expected and then he topped it with a couple of beers and a few glasses of wine. He was drunk. But the tingling feeling of being new married, and of course sex on the wedding night was a tradition, couldn’t stop me from standing up and following Brian out of our own wedding party.

Brian stopped a cab outside the party to take us home again. The car was filled by the sound of my giggling while Brian was kissing me, trying hard keeping his hands from ripping my dress off and fuck me right in the cab.

The cab stopped outside our house. Brian threw the cab driver a couple of bucks before carrying me out of the taxi. He carried me in bridal style across the pavement. I let my lips trail over the sensitive spot on his neck while looking behind us. The taxi drove away and I was met by something I didn’t expect.Jacoby’s gaze on me. I could spot Jacoby’s rather muscular figure across the street on the pavement. His hazel eyes starred at me, filled with hurt, betrayal. I had betrayed him. My breath got caught in my throat. Why now?

Brian noticed my fast mood switch.

”What’s wrong babe?” he asked.

”Uh nothing.” I lied, once again.

Brian turned around where I was looking and spotted Jacoby starring at us.

”Don’t you dare glance at my wife fucker!” Brian stuck his middle finger up, decorated with the letter ’R’. Just one of the eight letters that spelled ‘MARLBORO’ on his knuckles.

Jacoby shrugged and kept walking down the street.

”Did you know that guy?”

I shook my head. If I got one dollar each time I lied for Brian I would’ve been a real rich bitch right now. I couldn’t go a day without telling a lie right to Brian’s face. What hurt most was that he actually believed in them. Every single time.

Brian opened the door and carried me inside. He kicked the door shut and literally rushed to the bedroom. He threw me on the bed and crawled over me. In a second his lips were attached to my neck. Apparently Jacoby hadn’t ruined his horny mood.
My hands travelled below the jacket he wore and I easily pushed it off. His thin lips found the small spot on my neck that drove me crazy. His licking and biting soon earned a moan from me. I slowly unbuttoned his pale white shirt while roaming my hands on his tanned skin. His shirt was quickly on the floor and his hands found the back of my dress. I herd the familiar sound of a zipper being unzipped. He grabbed my dress and pulled it off, revealing my naked body. I wore nothing but a pair of black thongs below the pearl white dress.

His lips placed small kisses all the way from my neck, down between the valley of my breasts, over my stomach and finally down to my thongs. He wrapped his calloused fingers around the edge of my thongs and pulled them down. Before I had a chance to do anything I could feel him push one of his long, lanky guitar fingers into me. I bit my lower lip, keeping myself from moaning in pleasure as he pushed another finger in. His fingers were making magic, sending pleasure through my whole body. All those dirty thoughts that appeared when he played guitar were coming true.

I felt the familiar warm ball forming in the pit of my stomach and I knew I couldn’t hold for long. Brian noticed and pulled out his fingers, earning a dissatisfied sound from me as the pleasure was replaced by emptiness. Brian started pulling his pants of. I helped him, almost desperate to feel the pleasure again.

I bit my lip, being turned on by only seeing his big, throbbing dick. He grabbed my hips and pulled me closer to him. I wrapped my legs around his waist. I could feel the tip of his dick press against my cunt before he pushed into me. He pushed all the way in and stopped.

”Move” I hissed beneath my breath.

He started rocking his hips back and forth in a slow pace, his hands massaging my breasts as he moved. I started moving my hips in his pace, meeting his every thrust. I grabbed Brian’s hair, pulling him into a sloppy kiss. He increased the pace, earning multiply moans from me. The before silent room was now filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin and our moans.

I could feel the ball form in the pit of my stomach once again as Brian hit right on the g-spot.

”Oh baby.” the moan escaped my lips when he hit me right on the spot once again.

Brian let out some kind of animalistic moan when he came. I could feel his release which was enough to drive me over the edge. He rode out our orgasms before pulling out and collapsing next to me. He placed his hands on my hips and pulled my naked body closer to his. He pulled his arms around my waist and kissed me between my shoulder blades.

”Goodnight, Mrs. Haner.”

”Goodnight. My husband.”

-

The white velvet covers were glued to my sweaty body when I woke up. I had turned away from my lover, my husband, during the night. Brian’s back were facing me. I dragged a hand through his black, fluffy hair.

”Babe, wake up.”

No answer. Brian were a heavy sleeper and never woke up when I told him too. I gave him a light push.

”Brian.”

No sign of reaction. He didn’t even move. I lifted my upper body and leaned on my elbow as I grabbed Brian’s chin and turned his head at my direction.

My piercing scream echoed through the house. I threw myself away from Brian and wiped off the blood that covered my hand on my naked body. I could feel the tears fight their way out. I continued screaming as I sat in the corner of the bed room.

Brian Elwin Haner Junior was gone, dead. His body was pale and lifeless. Brian had taken his last breath and no one knew when. The last thing I said to my new married husband was ‘goodnight’. The things I could do to change that now. Brian’s eyes were starring in the ceiling. He had died with open eyes. He had seen his attacker. The attacker who cold blooded slit his throat in his sleep. The attacker who ended his life without even giving him a chance to fight back. I knew who the attacker was. I didn’t have to be smart to figure that out. With the small anger issues and criminal past Jacoby had in his register it was easy to figure out that the jealousy and betrayal from last night drove him over the edge.

I could hear the fading sound of sirens grow stronger and stronger. I didn’t care if the police would find me without any clothes on. I was in shock. My husband was brutally murdered by the boyfriend I was cheating on him with. Who knew it would end like this?

A loud bang sounded from the hallway and the next thing I new a bunch of officers rushed into my bedroom. A woman walked up to me.

”What have happened miss?”

”I-I woke up, he w-was dead.” I stuttered.

My body was shaking violently from the shock. The woman got me some underwear and a pair of sweatpants with a tank top. I watched the medics walk in and carry my husband away. The before white sheets were now painted with the pure, blood red color. I dragged a hand over the sheets where he had slept the night before.

”Goodbye.” I whispered.

I felt a cold hand on my shoulder and I immediately turned around.

”Miss, you have to come with me to station.” the officer woman told me to come with her to the police station.

”I’m just gonna wash of my face a bit.” I lied before rushing into the bathroom and locking the door behind me.

I turned on the water, just to make the thing realistic. I bent down and started digging in one of the cabinets of mine. I took out the black gun that I had been hiding there for ages. I grabbed one of my bigger purses and hid the gun in it beneath some clothes. I turned off the water and walked out of the bathroom.

”What do you have in the bag miss?”

”Clothes. I’m gonna stay at a friend’s house after this whole incident and everything.”

The ride in the police car was long, silent and difficult. My body was numb and the tears seemed to never stop falling.

I was dragged into a hectic police station. People were running around like crazy, drunk teenagers and homeless people were sleeping in different cells. Every time I blinked there was another officer in front of me, talking to me. My mind was a blur and I couldn’t remember a word of what they told me. I didn’t listen. I was taken into a white, bright room with a table and two chairs, one of each side of the table. The first thought that hit me was interrogation.

I sat down and the female officer left me alone. The only sound that was filling the room was my silent breathing. In an amount of minutes a man dressed in suit entered the room. He had a bag in his hand.

”Good morning, Mrs. Haner.” he threw the bag on the table and sat down in front of me.

”I’m really sorry for what you had to witness this morning. I’m sorry for the loss of your husband.”

I nodded.

”Even though it happened recently it’s my duty to discuss the testament of Brian Elwin Haner Junior with you. I’m sorry I have to drag you through this right now but you’re lucky that you haven’t got a big part of Mr. Haner’s testament.”

Fuck. Hopefully the things I wanted were already written in the testament or I was fucked. Then my marriage would’ve been unnecessary.

”Mrs. Haner, your husband were visiting my office a couple of weeks ago and he re-written his testament.”

I nodded.

”I want my wife, Melissa Angela Haner, to inherit 80% of my money. The last 20% shall go to my parents and my two siblings. That’s what your husband wrote in his testament.”

I nodded once again. The plan worked like it was supposed to, at least this far.

”So, I will fix everything with the bank and everything. Next week the money will be transferred to your bank account.”

”Thank you.” my voice was barley a whisper.

”Now, go home and rest. You have a tough future in front of you. Since your husband was murdered there will be trials where you have to attend as a witness.”

”I know. I will be prepared for that.”

”Now go home.”

I left the small room and the police station fairly quickly. I didn’t want anyone to speak to me. As soon as I herd the doors of the police station shut behind me I wiped away the tears and put on a smile. Things were working exactly like I had planned.

In cases like this I had big use for the acting classes my father forced me to take as a teenager. I never liked the classes but I sure had a big use for them now.

I stopped a cab that was passing by on the street.

”Anchorage Drive please.” I said to the cab driver.

He nodded and stuck a cigarette between his lips. Cab drivers used to be sleazy but this guy actually looked quite nice. His arms covered in tattoos, just like Brian’s used too. He had black hair and green, stunning eyes. He had two silver rings attached to his plump lower lip where the cigarette was hanging loose.

”You look fancy, why work as a cab driver?” I asked.

”Rich parents. I just got this job as a thing to do when I’m bored.” he chuckled. ”You look like a fancy girl don’t you have a boyfriend or something?”

”No I’m a widowed.”

”Oh, I’m sorry.”

”No it’s okay. It happened several years ago.”

He nodded. ”Since then, been too afraid to get a new one?”

I shook my head. ”Just haven’t found the right one.”

There were a few seconds of silence.

”Here take my number and we could meet up sometime. You seem like a nice, interesting guy.” I handed him a piece of paper where I had scrabbled down my phone number.

”We’re here.” he stopped the car. ”And I’ll call you.”

I handed him a couple of bucks before shutting the door. I waved as he continued driving down the street. I turned around and glanced at the house. It looked abandoned but I knew that son of a bitch were home.

I didn’t care to knock. Instead I kicked up the door and walked in. I was met by Jacoby’s wide eyes starring at me.

”Hey baby. Now when you sliced his throat open we can be together forever.”

I placed my hands on his cheek and pulled him into a long, passionate kissed. I could tell he was confused, but he didn’t protest. I broke the kiss and starred into his deep eyes.

”Why did you lie to me?” he asked.

”I didn’t lie. I wanted you to slit his throat, get rid of him so we could be together.”

He took a deep breath.

”I did it for you.”

”Good.” I purred as my other hand dug in my purse after the thing I had brought, just for him. ”And now I’m gonna do something for you.”

I put the ice cold gun against his temple.

”You wouldn’t d-dare.” he stuttered nervously.

”I sure do. Do you know why I’m known as the money maker?”

He shook his head.

”I hook up with rich guys, kill them, steal their money. Except the case with Brian. You killed him for me and I inherit the money from him. You guys are so easy to manipulate. It only takes some acting and then I have you begging on your knees for my love. You’re all a bunch of lovesick puppies.” I licked my lips seductive.

”Please, I can give you my money. Just don’t k-kill me.”

”Too late bad boy.”

My index finger slowly pulled the trigger. The sound of a gunshot echoed through the halls of the silent house. Jacoby’s lifeless body fell to the ground and within seconds a puddle of blood had formed on the floor. I put back the gun in the purse. I took a last glance at his lifeless body before walking out of the house.

”So easy to fool.”

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