Page 11 of Don't Speak
“Okay, that is freaky shit, dude. You need to alert the cops. Someone is clearly stalking you.” Her face is full of worry, and her eyes are glossy as though she is fighting back tears. I know she knows what this would mean.
“If I tell the cops, I’ll have to run. Telling the cops makes it public. There will be police reports and probably a news story on the matter, and with Seanstill on the loose, it would be like calling him with a beacon to my location,” I tell her, sadness laced in my voice.
“Yeah, but what if it IS him? Then he’s already found you, and you’re in even more danger.”
“Don’t you think I’ve thought about that? I don’t know if I’m ready to give everything up here. This has already been the fourth city I’ve settled in, scared that if I live in one place for too long, he’d find out and send someone after me from prison. I’m tired of running, Amelia.”
“Well then, what are you going to do?” she asks me, sighing, clearly in disagreement about my choice.
“I haven’t figured that out yet. But I’m working on it,” I tell her, having no actual clue what I’m going to do.
“Well, you know you could come and stay with me if you wanted to. I know you won’t though, but I worry about you alone in this house. Could you at least look into an alarm system? I’d feel better knowing there was some barrier of protection around this place.”
“Yeah. I can do that,” I say in agreement. It’s not a bad idea. “I’m off today. What are you doing for the rest of the day?” I ask.
“I am also off today. Lucifer marathon?” she asks.
“I’d thought you’d never ask,” I tell her.
Grabbing every blanket and pillow within our area, Amelia and I snuggle up on the couch, turning on the show with the hunkiest devil.
I wish every devil was as friendly and funny as this one. Unfortunately, the one I know is the exact opposite.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
I spent the day yesterday researching everything I could about James, but I came up empty. His social media presence is fairly new, offering up minimal information that I didn’t already know. He’s lived in this city for a few years now and works at a local mechanic shop. I called, asking to speak with him yesterday, but the manager let me know he hadn’t shown up for work. His mom died of cancer about two years ago, and there was no record of a father. It looks like his mother is the only one who signed the birth certificate. I looked into her a bit, but she was never married, and she doesn’t have any livingfamily members outside of James. I couldn’t find any connection between him and Sean.
There’s no way this is a coincidence, so in order to ensure Nikki remains safe and to keep my mind at ease when I can’t be with her, there’s only one thing for me to do.
I’m currently sitting outside her house, staring at the dark windows from my 2024 Ford Raptor. I should have done this years ago, but I’m not entirely unhinged. I still value her privacy since so much of it was violated for her as a child. Up until this point, I’ve just been watching from afar, taking photographs of her in different parts of town or outside her house, making sure she arrived home safely most nights. You know, light stalking. With Sean’s escape though, it’s time to increase the surveillance.
Amelia left about two hours ago, but I needed to make sure that enough time had passed for Nikki to fall asleep. The lights went out about an hour and a half ago, so I turn the engine off, grab my lock-picking kit and my duffel bag, and head toward the front door. Since it’s already 1:00am, I’m not worried about anyone necessarily seeing me; however, I make quick work of the lock in under twenty seconds.
Walking through the front door and stepping inside, I slowly close it behind me, making sure I don’t accidentally alert her to my presence. Her house is nice. It has a small entryway before opening up to the living room on the right and a kitchen on the left. It’s an open-plan concept, allowing you to see the living room from the kitchen and vice versa. The backyard is spacious, and there’s a guest bathroom located in the entryway. Her bedroom is located off the living room. Since I’m currently in the clear, I get to work on the living room, kitchen, entryway, and backyard. Opening my duffle bag, I take out several mini cameras and place one in each AC vent around the house. Next, I grab a dolphin figurine from the bag and replace it with the one on her table. During our shift together, I asked her where to gofor a nice table for my own place. She had shown me a picture of hers, and I noticed a dolphin figurine sitting on top of it. I found an exact replica, but this one has hidden cameras in the dolphin’s eyes. Simba sits on the table next to the replica, staring at me.
“What?” I whisper. “It’s for her protection.”
He gets up, walking toward me. I go to extend my hand to pet him, but he swats at my hand, and then jumps down. I watch him smugly as he scurries to the kitchen. That asshole will love me soon.
Satisfied with the setup, I make my way toward her bedroom door. As I’m passing through the living room, a picture catches my attention. Placing my duffel down, I grab the photo from the table, and rage instantly fills my veins. The image is of Nikki and me at the bar.Someone took a photo of us and sent it to her.That would explain why Amelia was here so late. I bet Nikki called her when she received the photo. Did she call the cops? That would really complicate things. It would also draw attention to her. Attention she doesn’t need.
I put my rage aside for the moment. I still have one last room to complete, and I can’t do that if I’m seething in anger. I don’t want to wake her up. I place the photo back on the table in the same position it was sitting in and continue toward her door. It’s closed but not locked, so I carefully turn the knob. Once it’s open, I step through the threshold, leaving the door cracked in case I need an emergency exit. My eyes meet the most beautiful sight. Nikki is lying on her left side, a white sheet pulled up to her mid-back. The bareness of her upper back tells me that she isn’t wearing a shirt to bed. My dick begins to swell in my jeans. Her brown hair cascades around her, and I hear the faintest snores. She mesmerizes me. Everything about her is the epitome of perfection. Her smile, eyes, gorgeous body, and her mouth.God, I love her mouth.She’s a spitfire, and I can’t wait to have my cock shoved so far down that sassy throat of hers.
At that thought, my dick swells even more. It’s getting painful, pressing up against my jeans. Readjusting myself, I walk up to the bed. Right as I decide to do so, she moves. I freeze, waiting for her to catch me standing here, but she doesn’t. She rolls onto her back, still sound asleep, the sheet having moved lower down her body to where her breasts are on full display. Her nipples have peaked, likely due to the chill in the air, and my mouth waters with need. The urge to reach out and touch her is strong, and I am losing restraint by the second. Remembering that I came in here for a reason, I place my duffel down, grab the few mini cameras like the ones I placed in the rest of the house, and get to work putting them in different areas of her room. I leave no angle untouched.
Once I’ve finished, I pack up my duffel and gently place it outside the door. Turning back, I walk toward her bed once more, wanting to get one last look before leaving.She is such a beautiful creature.I glance over at her nightstand and notice a prescription bottle sitting next to a bottle of water. Picking up the bottle, I see that it is a prescription for sleeping pills.Oh, this could be fun.My little lioness won’t notice a thing with how strong these pills are.
Turning back to face her, I slowly bend down and gently lick her peaked, perfect nipple.She tastes divine.Just as I thought, she doesn’t even stir, her light snores still filling my ears. I do it again, this time swirling my tongue around it before moving on to the other. Grabbing the sheet, I lower it down her body, exposing the rest of her to me as I go. I lower myself back down, trailing light kisses from her breasts down to her stomach. Lowering the sheet just a bit more, I expose the part of her I’m dying to have most. She’s wearing the sexiest pair of black lace underwear.This is wrong. So wrong. But god, it feels so right.Bending back down to meet her most sensitive area, I drag my tongue along her cunt from the outer layer of the underwear.
Suddenly, I hear the faintest moan escape her. At this rate, I’m going to blow in my pants. Not wanting to push my luck much further, I give her one last lick before I hear “Dean” cross her lips. My head snaps up, fearing that she woke up and caught me between her legs. When I notice that she’s still sound asleep, I almost lose it.She’s dreaming about me.I need to get out of here now before I do something I can’t take back. Standing back up, I quickly but quietly make my way out of her room, grabbing my duffel bag and heading out the front door. I throw the bag into the passenger seat, slide in, start the engine, and head down the street. My dick is aching in my pants, but I don’t want to satisfy myself yet. No. When I come, it will be inside her sweet pussy or her sassy mouth. I’ll take either, but I won’t do it myself.
Once I get home, I decide to try to get what little sleep I can. My mind still races a million miles an hour over what I’ve discovered the last few days, the reminder of the photo enraging me once more. I try not to think too hard about it right now. Now that I’ve got cameras inside her room, it will be easy to monitor what’s happening. Pulling up the camera feed from my phone, I check all the rooms to ensure the connection is great. Nikki is still sound asleep. Feeling content enough with her safety, I exit the feed and place my phone on the charger.
Sleep creeps its way into my body, and as I’m nodding off, I finally succumb to its pull, the last thing on my mind being the taste of her still on my tongue.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
The sudden blare of my alarm jolts me awake. I’m not used to hearing it anymore, considering I’m constantly waking up before it goes off now. Tapping the snooze button just to shut it up, I glance at the time and see that it’s 10am, shocked to see how late in the morning it is. I forgot this is the time I should be sleeping until on workdays. Having nightmares waking me up early all the time is killing me. With that thought, it dawns on me that I didn’t actually have a nightmare.
