I Hear Voices(16)

Assuming a haughty pose, Fabian huffed, “But she didn’t succeed. Please excuse me, I must call my agent.” He flounced out.

“Look at me,” Doctor Rossi commanded.

Very reluctantly, I obeyed. The poor guy was squirming uncomfortably as he flashed a pen light in my eyes. That banana had to jabbing things that shouldn’t be jabbed.

The good doctor expertly removed my IV then handed me a couple of pills and a glass of water.

“These will help the pain. Get some sleep and I will check on you later.”

I downed the pills like a good little girl.

“Thanks and could you uh… Wear some pants next time?”

Doctor Rossi glanced down at his banana and a flush stained his cheeks. “I am an old fool who wished to reclaim some of my youth.” With a slight bow, he picked up his medical bag and left.

“Men are strange creatures,” Granny Annabel stated.

“No kidding. Rossi has been the family doctor for what? The last thirty years?”

“He delivered Sebastian so more like thirty-two years.”

“Outside of his gambling he’s always been immaculately groomed and every inch the professional, but today? Wowzer! Fabian’s definitely a bad influence on him.”

“As he said, he’s an old fool.”

A wave of weariness swept over me and my eyes drifted shut. “Could I get you to pop in on Derek and see how close he is to finding me?”

“Si, bella, sleep now.”

And I did.

My psychic senses abruptly went on red alert and I snapped awake. Someone was in the room.

The bed dipped slightly and the next thing I knew a naked female body was on top of me.

I gasped in horror and the sick bitch shoved her tongue down my throat. Ewww! I twisted, brought my knees up and kicked her off the bed.

“You’re not Fabian,” the sick bitch cried.

“Ding, ding, fucking ding.” I scrambled off the bed and hit the light switch.

A bony bimbo with long, greasy black hair and tiny, puckered boobs jumped to her feet and bared her teeth in a snarl. “You whoring slut, Fabian’s mine! He’s the father of my children!”

I was so not in the mood to deal with another one of Fabian’s psychotic fans. Taking a deep, calming breath, I pasted a pleasant smile on my sore mouth and asked, “How many kids do you have? I’d love to see some pictures.”

She blinked at me in confusion. “I don’t have any pictures with me.”

What a surprise. “Granny Annabel is here and she would love to see the little cuties. Why don’t you run home and fetch them?” Fabian might be a man whore, but he was a very careful man whore and always used protection. Couldn’t have it rotting off now could he?

“I’m not leaving without my husband.” The nut case held out her left hand and pointed to a large diamond set in a gaudy silver wedding ring. “Elvis married us at the Viva Las Vegas wedding chapel.”

Yep, she was definitely loony tunes and off her meds. The stone was a cheap Cubic Zirconia and the band had turned her finger a rather pretty green. “Congratulations. Sounds like a real classy     wedding and that ring. Wow, I’m so impressed, but Fabian’s not here. So, why don’t you leave me your phone number and I’ll have him call you.”

She opened the closet door and peered inside.

“Do you think I’m stupid?”

“Oh hell no, sweetie. I think you’re a bit psychotic but in a good way.” I kept a safe distance from her.

“I’ll have you know I’m taking my medication.”

She looked under the bed.

Did she really think Fabian could actually fit under there? “All of them?”

“You want to fuck him, don’t you?”

“Believe me, I have no intentions of fucking my cousin and sweetie, you really need to leave.”

“I won’t let you destroy my family,” the nut case shrieked and launched herself at me.

I side-stepped her lunge and winced as she slammed face first into the wall. A brawler she wasn’t. “Look, I’ve had a really bad day and you need to leave.”

“You’re the one that’s leaving.” The psychotic bitch grabbed my plate of cookies.

“Put the cookies down. Now or I will hurt you,”

I snarled.

“Fabian’s my soul mate. My one true love and you can’t have him,” the crazy woman cried and hurled the plate at me.

The plate smacked me in the face and my precious cookies rained down on the carpet. I literally saw red. “You sick, twisted bitch.” I drew

my right arm back and punched her hard in the face.

The bimbo’s nose made a funny crunching noise and blood spewed down her chin.

“You… You broke my nose.”

I rubbed my throbbing knuckles. “You put your nasty tongue down my throat.”

The connecting door banged open and a naked Fabian charged in with a fire place poker in one hand. “Who is this, bella?”

“The mother of your children,” I answered, grabbing the stun gun out of the drawer.

He gaped at the naked woman in astonishment.

“Bambini?! What bambini?”

“My love, I’m here,” she cried, rushing towards Fabian. “I thought I would never find you. I need you. The children need you.”

Fabian pushed her away. “Who are you?”

“I’m Amanda, your wife.”

“You know, the one you married in Las Vegas.

Elvis was there,” I prompted.

“I did not marry this woman.”

The psycho bitch squealed in outrage, “She drugged you. Made you forget. Send the whore away.”

Fabian backed away cautiously. “Zelda is no whore. You must leave.”

Her face a mask of fury, the bimbo screamed at me. “You filthy slut! He’s mine. I’ll never let him go.”

Enough was enough. My patience had done run out and her caterwauling was making my head pound. I jabbed her in the shoulder with the stun gun and lit her up.

Convulsing violently she collapsed to the floor and moaned pathetically.

Someone banged on the door. “Police! Open up!”

“Low profile, huh?”

Fabian shrugged and opened the door.

A female police officer gaped in opened mouth disbelief at all the tanned, male perfection on display.

Fabian’s cock rose to the occasion.

Just kill me now. I walked into the bathroom, grabbed a towel and handed it to my cousin.

“Cover yourself.”

Two long, torturous hours later, the police were still there. I think Officer Jensen had called just about every female officer in the state and it was party time.

The man whore was in his element and loving every second of it. Even Doctor Rossi had joined the fun.

Low profile, my ass. I wouldn’t be surprised if Derek’s Black Hawk was now hovering overhead.

Picking up my new burner cell phone, I stepped out on the patio and called Uncle Aldo.

“Buon giorno.”

“I pleaded with you not to send Fabian and yet here he is.”

“You were in obvious danger and Fabian was close by.”

“I’ll admit I’m a little banged up, but I had it under control.”

“Bella,” Uncle Aldo chided.

“Okay, I needed the help but how long do you think it’ll take Sloan to figure out where I am?”

“Not long,” Derek answered.

I gaped in horror as he stepped out of the shadows. A barbarian conqueror dressed in black and bristling with weapons.

He snagged my cell phone. “She’ll call you back.” Derek snapped the phone shut and stuck it in his pocket.

“What took you so long? A blind nun could have found me by now.”

With a surprising, tender look in his eyes, Derek tilted my face up and gently stroked my bruises. “I had some loose ends to tie up.”

“Your cousin, Dixon, being one of them?”

“Know about that, huh?

“Granny filled me in.”

“Dixon’s still a bit pissed that I got him arrested for gun running. Now every chance he gets he tries to meddle in my affairs.”

Laughter sounded from my bedroom.

“Your cousin is a piece of work,” Derek said.

“Naked again?”

“Yup.” He bent his head until his mouth just brushed my lips. “Miss me?”

“Like the plague.”

Sloan chuckled and his mouth devoured mine in a hot, heady, intoxicating kiss.

Wowzer! The man could kiss. Every nerve in my body was doing the Tango.

Derek drove his tongue into my mouth as his hand cupped my mound and ground against my clit.

Whooeee! Don’t stop! Don’t ever stop. Pleasure raced through my body as his lips kissed a hungry path down my neck.

Music suddenly blared from the bedroom jarring me out of my temporary insanity. What the hell was I doing? I pushed against his chest.

“Relax, Angel, you want this.” Derek’s teeth nipped and tugged at my right nipple through my t-shirt.

A shudder shook me. I did. I really did but I had to stop the Tomb Raider now. In my heart, I knew if he made love to me, I’d be his forever and I couldn’t risk that. Not only would Aunt Sophie take great delight in killing him, once he got the gold, I’d never see him again.

Derek thrust a long finger deep inside me again and again and again. “You’re so wet, so tight.” He stiffened and his finger suddenly became a medical probe. “Too fucking tight. My God, you are a virgin!

Just like they said.”