“You go to the same gym as him?” I asked, stunned.
“Joined a few months ago. You think you can lock in with him for me?”
I couldn’t hide the disgust on my face. “Why if you already go to the same gym?”
“Damn, I need to piss.” He pushed back from the table. “I’ll be right back. Order us some dessert or whatever else you want.”
I glanced up from my plate.
He smiled. “I’m not ditching the bill.” He went into his pocket. “Here’s my wallet.” He laid it on the table then caressed my cheek and hiked down the hall to the bathroom.
“I gotta get the hell out of here.” I held up my hand. “Check please.”
Back home
I pulled up exhausted into my driveway. I threw the car in park and checked my phone.
ThickVixen29: Home is where the heart is.
Rayzor was fucking the woman, Naya from the boutique in Vegas tonight. I knew it was current because of the background. I mean deep stroking her.
My hands shook and my heart vibrated.
Then I opened the other messages.
BREAKING NEWS:
MAN CHARGED WITH THIRD-DEGREE MURDER OF SOUTHWEST MAN.
The news article was big as daylight and underneath it was a mugshot of Rayzor and another man, the victim. My heart leaped from my chest. Mouth flooded with saliva. My legs got weak as my hands grew too weak to hold the phone anymore.
“What the fuck…” I whispered while the article circled my brain.
It was from years ago, but it was new to me. Rayzor choked, shot and killed a man in cold blood. His eyes in his mugshot were the same as the day he knocked out Michael. He looked empty.
ThickVixen29: Will you love him if he killed for you? Will you accept his flaws and all? Release that man to be with the one he truly loves.
I was having an out-of-body experience reading message after message. Pictures and articles of Rayzor and the girl from the boutique. Some pictures they were hugged up, looking likea loving couple, others they were on dates. He looked in love– almost like he did with me.
I felt sick.
ThickVixen29: Two-time baby mama. Courtland won’t ever take you seriously.
A murderer?
I had to get the kids and relive the babysitter. That’s the only thing I could think of. I’ve let a monster into our lives. I felt ashamed, embarrassed and scared.
Rushing towards the house, I barely let myself in as my hands trembled uncontrollably.
“How were the kids?” I asked the babysitter Clarissa trying to sound okay, when all I wanted to do was hold them close.
“They’re sleep,” Rayzor’s voice cut through the dark.
I froze.
Reaching inside my purse, I pulled my cold .380, gripping the butt.
“How… How did you get in?” I stuttered. “Where’s the babysitter?”
