Mastering the Virgin Box Set Five: A BDSM Ménage Erotic Romance novel Chapter 55

And my Jade-Eyes is with me. As Klempner struggles for my throat, as I grapple for his, she stoops, seizing the crowbar. She dances for a moment, trying for a clear angle. I pull to one side, as far as I can and Charlotte darts in and swings. Klempner’s eyes widen as they follow the arc as she brings three feet of steel bar down on his outstretched arms.

The sound as it contacts makes my stomach lurch. The bones crack and Klempner drops, screaming, convulsing on the floor in what has got to be unbearable pain, before suddenly falling still.

His gun….

It lies on the floor beside him…. Almost an offering….

Should I finish it?

But she would be safe then….

He’s unconscious….

It would be murder….

But outside, lights flash blue. One car after another is screeching into the yard, uniformed police piling out.

The remaining gang members are surrendering….

And he’s going to spend the rest of his life in a cage….

She will be safe.

Charlotte looks up at me, beaming a smile.

“Get some fucking clothes on,” I snarl.

*****

Five Years Ago

A car crunches up the track, pulling into the yard. Mrs Collier looks out from the kitchen to see a uniformed police officer stepping out. She emerges, wiping soapy hands on a cloth.

“Afternoon officer. Is there something we can do for you?”

“Good afternoon Mrs…?”

“Collier.”

“Thank you.” He takes a notebook from a pocket, jotting into it. “Good afternoon Mrs Collier. I’m looking for someone, a young woman by the name of Jennifer Conners. I understand she lives at this address. Is she around?”

“Jenny? No, she’s not here.” Mrs Collier frowns, pursing her lips. “Is she in some sort of trouble?”

“Nothing to worry about.” The officer’s smile is tight and somehow, not pleasant. “I just need a word with her. Got a couple of things we need to clear up. Where would I find her?” He swings his head around the yard, eyes invisible behind dark glasses.

“As I said, she’s not here,”

Something subtle shifts in his manner, an air almost of menace. He flips back a couple of sheets in the notepad, tapping on one with the point of his pencil. “I have this as her address.”

“She did live here, yes. But Jenny left a few days ago.”

His mouth quirks. “Left? Really? Well, that’s a pity. Did she leave a forwarding address?”

“I’m sorry she didn’t. She left us quite suddenly. We have been trying to contact her ourselves, but….”

*****