Page 72 of Obsessive Love

I returned to the car, and Yeti threw the keys to me. “I’m headed home; I’ll catch you later.”

“Bet,” Yeti said, nodding. He looked over at A’zal and laughed. “What you want to do about his ass?”

“Leave him there so every nigga in there knows what will happen if they approach Fable.” I got into the car, started it, and pulled off. When I got to the light, Morning texted me that Gift was on board. I relaxed, turned up the music, and drove home. Fable was about to learn to stop playing with me once and for all.

FABLE

“Okay,so tell me again, what happened?” a tall, dark skin detective asked. I’d been at the police station for nearly thirty minutes, and he was the only one to approach me despite my ankle monitor blaring nonstop.

“He kidnapped me from my apartment,” I sighed and shook my head. I felt like I was going nowhere with him. Whenever I told him what happened, he asked me to start over. He’d turned the page in his blue notebook, scribbled something down, and looked up at me like he was trying to decide if I needed to be committed.

“And your apartment is where?”

“In Texas,” I answered.

“As in the state or the city?” he clarified, and I rolled my eyes. “Ma’am, I can’t even understand what you are saying. Your monitor is loud as fuck.”

“He put it on me!” I said, pointing to my ankle. “I woke up from my sleep to find it on my ankle.”

“He put it on you when you were sleeping?” the detective asked, and I nodded. “How did he do that?” he leaned back in his seat and shook his head like everything I said wasunbelievable. “And how did you react to it being placed on your ankle?”

I sat there staring at the man, trying to figure out how much I wanted to tell him. How could I explain that Pyrite ate my pussy to the gods before I even realized it was on my ankle, and then once I knew there was nothing I could do about it. Hell, I’d let him fuck me seven ways to Sunday since, and I was pretty sure that his kids were playing in my stomach at this very moment? The longer I sat there, the harder he stared at me, and I realized I was probably going to be the one who ended up in jail because there was no way he believed me.

“Can you be arrested for filing a false police report?” I questioned.

“Are you saying everything you just told me was a lie?” He lifted his brow in question, and I shook my head. “Then why are you asking about false police reports?”

“Because I want to know my rights,” I answered and crossed my arms.

“No, for the most part, you won't be arrested, but you can be charged,” he said, and I nodded. “Now, tell me more about the man who kidnapped you.”

“He’s crazy,” I instantly said. “Like full-blown, probably should get a check crazy.”

“Do you know his name?”

“Py-” I stopped talking and stared at the detective. Telling him Pyrite’s name would make this real. They would track him down, pick him up for questioning, and probably even have me identify him from a lineup. He’d go to jail. Did I want that?

The ringing on the ankle monitor stopped, and I sighed. Maybe I didn’t; perhaps he realized I was serious and would let me go. I stood, took two small steps, and when I lifted my foot for the third, a pain shot through my ankle up to my leg, and I dropped to the ground.

“What the fuck?” I yelled as I held my ankle. The pain shot through my leg again, and I screamed. “I’m going to kill him!”

“Ma’am?” The detective stood from his chair and bent beside me. “Are you okay?”

“The crazy son of a bitch is shocking me!” I yelled as I grabbed my ankle and tried to pull the monitor off. “I fucking hate him!”

“Who is he?” the detective asked again. “And where is he?”

“His name is Pyrite fucking Stone!” I yelled as he shocked me again. “The raggedy bastard lives in a big ass house on the hill. I don’t know the address, but I can point it out.”

The shock stopped, and the alarm sounded off again. I ran my tongue over my teeth and nodded. Yeah, this bastard was going to jail, fuck him.

“Can I help you up? Did the shock stop?” the detective asked. He stood to his full height, which was tall as fuck, and stared down at me.

“Yeah,” I nodded, then took his hand so he could help me stand.

“Alright, let’s go,” he said, helping me leave the precinct. We walked to a dark blue F-250, and he pulled a key fob from his pocket and unlocked the doors. “Get in.”

“Thank you,” I said after he helped me into the truck. He closed the door, rounded it, got in, and started it up.

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