Another Day Anther Con
Another Day, Another Confrontation
Presley walked into the hotel lobby her hand engulfed by Cruz’s and felt her stomach rolling uncontrollably Her parents were due at the resort shortly. Cruz did his best to keep her mind occupied about their arrival. The ache at her thighs told her he’d done a particularly excellent job indeed but now, out of the safety of their room, and not wrapped completely in his warm embrace, she felt the weight of the impending arrival of
everyone crushing over her.
“Babe, you’re squeezing my fingers so tight it would hurt if you were actually strong,” he teased her, lifting her fingers to his lips and kissing them. “It’s going to be fine.”
“It doesn’t feel like it. My stomach wants to purge the entire contents of my breakfast in bed.”
He chuckled at her words, “It’s going to be fine. I promise. I’ll be right with you the entire time.”
“Every time in my life, whenever I’m present when Odin gets confronted, he immediately targets me.” She came to a stop near the doors of the lobby. They’d decided to take a stroll on the beach while waiting for everyone to arrive, but every step felt like it was one closer to a conflict she didn’t ask for. “He always comes at me or at Mom and he is cruel and mean. He will make Mom cry. I will get all angry and in his face. We’re trading insults and bam, it’s another monthly brunch session where I have to go hide in my room for a few hours to get my emotions back under control.”
He
cupped her cheek softly, “I won’t let this happen.”
“You can’t stop him, Cruz. He doesn’t care if you’re present or not. You saw it before. He comes for me every time. Did you know he is the reason my editor insisted I take this vacation?”
Cruz’s brow furrowed in the middle. “No. Why?
“Because in the last book, my therapeutic killing of him was so macabre they made me remove it and fix it.”
Cruz’s brows which were meeting in the middle now jacked up high on his forehead. “I know you said you killed him off in every book. Which character was he in this one? I couldn’t pinpoint him.”
“Did you know the name Odin, which stems from the Norse God mythology, has many different names in Old Norse mythology? I always make it a minor character, but I always use one variation of his name. In this book he was Bolverkr. It means evil doer.”
“Wait! He was the victim at the beginning of the book. The one Wispa was accused of murdering. He dies in the first chapter. Presley, the character was hacked up into little pieces and dumped in a private aquarium of sharks. It was done in explicit detail. I mean I can’t even pretend I didn’t like it, it was cool and very James Bond–supervillain–like, but it was gory. What did you do to him which was worse?”
She looked to the floor, pursing her lips and gave a one–shouldered shrug. “I had him tortured over? “ries of days, stabbed multiple times, over a hundred and thirty to be exact, I removed all his fingers, toes a. genitalia, and his tongue. I then burned him alive because by the power of fiction writing, I made sure he survived it all and didn’t bleed out.”
“Presley!” Cruz started laughing. “What prompted you to do such a scene?”
“Every month I am forced for brunch. One delightful Sunday he stole my car keys from my purse when I was
in the bathroom. He, um,” she groaned, “he pissed in my car. It was a hot week. The car sat at Mom and Dad’s
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a few days because I couldn’t find my keys and I said I’d have to go home to get my spare, so bad drovem home. By the time I picked it up, the keys were on the floor of the back seat, the car was locked, and it re of urine. Dad got it towed for me so I wouldn’t have to drive it and then he got it detailed for me and then b reupholstered it when the smell wouldn’t come out. He plased on the front and back seats and in the trunk!
Cruz appeared dumbfounded before he asked quietly, “and he still expects you to meet with him monthly:
“Yes.”
“Your publisher should have let you keep the original murder scene.” Cruz said bluntly.
“My editor said no off the hop. Didn’t even reach the publisher. She called me within ten minutes of getting the manuscript with a, no, no, no,” she mocked Constance’s voice.
“He deserves it. What kind of man does such a thing?”
“A sick and twisted one.” She felt Cruz’s warm lips press on her forehead, “you don’t think I’m as sick and
twisted?”
“Not in the least. I think, you’re using your craft to cathartically remove the anger. I’m sorry it’s all coming to a head while you’re supposed to be on vacation.”
“Me too.” She sighed exaggeratedly, “let’s go do this walk on the beach.”
“It’s not a punishment, Ladybird.”
“I know.” She grimaced, “I’m cranky.”
“Baby!” Ramona’s voice screeched in their direction.
“I have a request,” Cruz said seriously. “Next book, throw her off a cliff?”
“Into a shallow and jagged rock–bottom stormy sea filled with flesh–eating eels?”
“God yes,” he nodded emphatically.
“Baby!” Ramona reached for his arm at the exact moment security reached Cruz as well. She tried to wriggle away from them. “I didn’t see you at all yesterday. Where did you go?”
“Planning our wedding, Ramona.” Cruz glared at her as she was nearly off her feet trying to escape the clutches of the men pulling away.
“Our w
wedding?” Ramona asked excitedly.
“No, our,” he waved between him and Presley, “our wedding. We are getting married here in two days. We were going to do it tomorrow, but everyone will be jet lagged by the time they get here so we’ll do a family day with our friends and family and then the next day, we’re getting married.”
“You’re not marrying her!” Ramona’s voice went from high–pitched and playful to creepily deep and downright scary. “I forbid it.”
“Holy s**t, how did she do change her voice?” Presley moved to stand behind Cruz at the strange tone to Ramona’s voice.
“Don’t know.” Cruz shook his head. “First time Lever heard her speak like this, I thought she was possessed and started looking for exorcists. Turned out it’s not demons, she’s simply an evil and twisted b***h with a valid mental illness. It’s a bad mix really.”
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Ramona struggled in vain against the larger men holding her back and trying to drag her away Her voice was thick with rage. “You will not marry the ginger bitch”
“Oh, I’m going to marry her and then on the other half of our honeymoon, when we leave here for the next leg of our trip. I’m going to put babies in her belly I’m hoping twins. My mom was a twin, I don’t know much about genetics but maybe I can pass it along”
“Don’t think it works that way,” Presley frowned at him. “We are not having twins. Ever.”
“You might not get a choice Ladybird. My hazel eyes, your pretty red hair, and your freckles. I want them to have your freckles.” He traced the ones on her nose with his thumb. “I counted them this morning while you slept. You have thirty–six freckles on your face and neck. I think the sunshine has brought them out.”
Her heart clenched at his words. “You counted my freckles?”
“I was distracting myself, I wanted to be inside you again, but you were sleeping so well so I thought I’d let you sleep and keep busy.”
“Cruz, you woke me up this morning for sex.”
“I ran out of freckles to count on your face and neck so started counting lower. Saw the one on your right boob, right next to your n****e and I was a goner.”
A loud piercing shriek came from Ramona, and she tore from the grip of the two men and lunged at Presley. Cruz immediately intercepted her, picked her up and literally threw her back at the two men who barely caught her:
“Touch my Ladybird again, and I’ll f*****g destroy you,” Cruz’s voice took on a tone which made Presley shiver, partly from fear. He towered over the woman. “I am trying to be patient because you are a sick woman but let me be clear, I am done with this game. We are through. We will never get back together. I have moved on. If you continue to do this s**t, I will cease playing kindly with restraining orders and your parents and I will ******g destroy you and everything you hold dear and if you don’t believe me, I will make sure all of your family and friends are aware of how psychotic you really are. I will tell your friend Mina how you were the one who sabotaged her wedding by messing with the drinks because she stole the date you wanted for your
who wedding, and everyone started vomiting at the wedding reception. I will tell your cousin how it was you went online and changed all the colors of her bridesmaid dresses because you felt they clashed with your skin tone and made everything blue instead of green like she wanted. I will tell your mother, how it was you who stole her bracelet and framed your sister for it because her boyfriend proposed to her while you couldn’t wait for a proposal and simply jumped the gun and put your own ring on your own finger. Also, I’ll tell all your friends, the truth. I didn’t immediately accept the proposal. I didn’t get emotional or weepy. It was only after you begged on your hands and knees, did I finally agree because you said you wanted to make a statement about being a woman of the future.”
“Cruz,” Ramona’s eyes were filled with tears. Those are my secrets.”
“I will also,” he glared at her, “tell your very best friend in the whole world how it wasn’t fate or chance which got her pregnant but it was you tampering with her birth control because you were angry she was looking so much better than you on her new diet and exercise program while she was planning her destination wedding and wanted her to be fat for the ceremony.” He flexed his fingers, “so keep coming at me and my fiancée. Ramona and I promise you, the kid gloves I’ve been using for you since I know you’re sick, are coming off. I‘|| destroy you so badly you won’t have a single friend or family member left who will ever have your back. I won’t rest until you are friendless, homeless, jobless, and living under a bridge like the f*****g troll you are.
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Now get the f**k away from us before I begin right now”
The guards pulled her away but this time she was not protesting at all,
Presley looked at him in awe. “Holy s**t, that was intense.”
It was. I’m sorry you needed to see me like this. I know how to play hard ball, Presley and I can when I need to. I’m not known in business for being a soft–hearted man but I’m not usually so cold in my personal life. I will do what I need to though to protect myself and my reputation and if it means fighting dirty. I’ll fight dirty” what her His words cascaded over her and a flicker of worry teased her brain but before she could figure out what unease was, he kissed her lips softly.
“Let’s go
o walk barefoot on the beach, beautiful. It’s going to be a good day.”
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