Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 2

I trailed behind Dexter as we entered the Homicide Division.

“Mr. Fitzgerald, just to confirm with you,” the cops took Dexter to identify some items found at the crime scene clothes, a cell phone, a bag – all mine.

Dexter looked pretty shaken up. It took him a hot minute to speak up. “Where is she?”

“Sorry, Mr. Fitzgerald, from our initial investigation, it’s highly likely she’s been offed. But we haven’t found the body yet.”

“Forget it then, don’t waste your manpower on her; she’s not in trouble.” Dexter snorted with a sneer. “She’s just ditching her stuff on purpose to create suspense. She did these to make me feel guilty and back down.”

Dexter didn’t buy for a second that I was dead. In his eyes, I was just a villain who wouldn’t stop at anything to get what I wanted, and he wished I was really six feet under.

“Are you sure about that, Mr. Fitzgerald?” The cop gave him a puzzled look.

“Positive.” Dexter nodded and looked dead serious, “Sorry for the hassle, I’ll sort it out. Give me three days and I’ll find her.”

There was a storm brewing in Dexter’s eyes: He was clearly ticked off.

I knew him too well; he was pissed that I’d taken the drama too far this time. I suddenly felt like laughing, but the laughter died right beside Dexter.

he was stalling

died, but he just snapped back after picking it up, “Phoebe, will you ever give it a rest? Why don’t you just drop

got knocked out and taken away by the

Dexter called Stella with rage boiling as soon as he left

friend, and I didn’t even get a

the hell, Dexter? I should be asking you about Phoebe’s whereabouts. What have

her this is her last chance. She better come home tomorrow, or I won’t bother collecting. her remains even if she dies

what he was so worked up

mocking smile on my lips, “Don’t worry about collecting my body, because you won’t

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anything happens to her,

new trick? Using this to force

blurred as

truly lost all hope.

my death, there was a heavy downpour, lightning flashing, thunder

pinned me down on the bed, his eyes cold and threatening. “Phoebe, you keep throwing yourself at me just want me to touch you like this,

an engagement and you’re the one not honoring

explanations. He grabbed my chin and kissed my lips. His kiss was void of love and fraught with his cathartic desire, “Isn’t this what

please, my stomach… it hurts so much…” I cried