Page 53 of The Virgin's Dance
She began to move, her full breasts moving with her. Pilot stroked her belly, feeling the slight bump, tracing his fingertip around her navel because he knew it drove her crazy, marveling at her beauty. Her dark hair tumbled down her back, almost to her waist now, and her golden skin was covered in a light sheen of dewy sweat.
Goddess. He’d called her that since the beginning of their relationship and it was still true today. His fingers curled around her hips, gripping her, keeping her impaled on his cock as she rode him.
He came, groaning her name again and again as his cock pumped his seed deep into her belly and Boh shivered and moaned as she too reached her peak. Afterward, they lay side by side, legs entwined, talking softly until they fell asleep. As Pilot drifted off, he realized Boh had distracted him from his worries.
In the morning, though, the dread returned.Today.Today they would face their worst nightmare—and he didn’t know if he was ready.
Boh could feel the tension rolling off of her husband and wishes she could give him some relief from it. There was no way to avoid today if they wanted to see Eugenie get her just desserts. Boh had wanted to rip the woman limb from limb for hurting Pilot, but she knew she would never have gone through with it. It wasn’t in her nature to kill.Just maim,she thought with a grim smile now. They sat in the courtroom, waiting for Eugenie to be brought in. She felt Pilot tense every time the door that led to the holding cells opened.
Finally, it opened, and there she was. Eugenie, in an orange jumpsuit, her hands cuffed to a chain around her waist, flanked by two female prison guards. The blonde woman, even thinner than when they saw her last, her face pinched, her beauty gone, stared at them with dead, cold eyes and Boh shivered. She felt Pilot squeeze her hand, comfortinghernow.
They all stood as the judge came into the room, and she waved them down.
“Mr. Holden,” she spoke to the lead defense lawyer, “I believe you have something to say.”
“Yes, your honor. My client wishes to change her plea in exchange for the opportunity to make a statement.”
The judge peered at him over her glasses. “A plea change?” She looked at the district attorney, who shook his head.
“We know nothing about this, your honor.”
The judge looked at Holden. “What does your client wish to plead to?”
“On condition she is allowed to speak … she will plead guilty to all charges.”
A shocked murmur went around the courtroom. Boh and Pilot looked at each other. Could it really be over in a matter of minutes? What was Eugenie playing at?
The judge looked at Eugenie. “Miss Radcliffe-Morgan, please stand.”
Genie shuffled to her feet. “Yes, your honor.”
“You wish to make a statement?”
“Yes, your honor.”
The judge tapped her pen on the desk in front of her, pondering. “Fine. Before you speak, what do you plead guilty to?”
Eugenie’s voice was clear. “To the murder of Serena Carver, the attempted murders of Pilot Scamo and Boheme Dali …” She turned to look straight at Pilot, and she smiled. “… and the murder of my unborn child with Pilot Scamo five years ago.”
As the courtroom erupted, both Boh and Pilot stared at each other in horror.
Boh ended the call and went to find Pilot. He was sitting on the balcony of their apartment, staring at nothing. Boh slid her arms around him and he leaned into her embrace but stayed silent and Boh could tell he was absolutely broken. The pain that she had first seen in his eyes when they first met was back and she felt helpless to make him feel better.
“Your mom is keeping Tomi for another couple of days, baby.”
Pilot nodded, but Boh didn’t know if her words had sunk in.
After Eugenie’s statement, the truth had come out. At the time she had been eight months pregnant with Plot’s child, Genie had manufactured a “fall” which resulted in a miscarriage. She had given birth to a dead, but otherwise perfect baby girl, and Pilot had been shattered by the loss. Genie had acted her part, but really she had thrown herself down a flight of stairs because she had found out Pilot had consulted a divorce lawyer and was planning to leave her. Genie had known Pilot would go for full custody of their baby—his love for his unborn child unlimited.
Boh knew now the depths of Eugenie’s evil, and she was at a loss as to how to help Pilot out of his slump. She knew he loved her and Tomi and their unborn child more than his own life, but this had to be the worst thing to come out of the trial. The cruelty of Eugenie took her breath away.
The judge had been equally unimpressed. “Ms. Radcliffe-Morgan,” her voice was like ice, “the fact that you are prepared to come into this courtroom and plead guilty just to cause your ex-husband even more pain is quite simply beyond the pale. There are no words to describe the depths of your depravity.”
She had sentenced Eugenie to four life sentences—Genie would never see the light of day again. Eugenie smirked, staring at Pilot until she was led away, back to the cells.
Pilot had been frozen and Boh had to gently pull him to his feet, away from the sympathetic glances of the court. He hadn’t broken down, but she had seen how shattered he was.
She sat down next to him now and took his hand. “Baby?”
