Page 13 of Wicked Riddles & Bitter Heartbeats (Till Death Do Us Part #1)

Chapter Ten

Atticus

It’s three weeks to the day when the cops knock on my door looking for Lilah. Despite knowing this whole thing could blow up in my face, that Lilah could completely ruin my life and maybe I made a huge mistake in bringing her here, I’m rather calm.

“Can I ask what this is about?” I ask the detectives before letting them in.

“You can, but we aren’t going to tell you,” one of the guys says. Obviously the smart ass of the two. “Is she here or not?”

“She’s here,” I say with a smile, ignoring his rude demeanor, but I don’t move to allow them in.

The asshole cop opens his mouth, but the other one speaks first, taking a step closer to me.

“We just have some questions.”

“Okay then,” I say simply, moving aside and gesturing for them to come in.

“If you want to take a seat in the living room over there, I’ll go get here.

” I gesture to the small sitting room to the left, then head to the stairs.

She’s already aware they’re here. We both saw them walking up the driveway, and I told her to go upstairs, get some clothes on, and do whatever she needs to do to calm the fuck down so she doesn’t ruin this. She seemed calmer than me, though.

“Lilah!” I call up the stairs. “Can you come down here, please?”

“One minute!” she returns, and I go back to the cops. I don’t want them to think I’m trying to talk to her in private. It’ll only make us look guilty. So I go to the living room.

“Can I get you anything? Water or coffee?”

“No thanks,” the nice guy says. The other one ignores me.

Lilah is down a moment later, and steps into the living room. “Oh, uh… hi?” she says, looking from me to the cops.

“Lilah Spencer?” the nice guy asks.

“That’s me.”

“I’m Detective Upton and this is my partner, Detective Figeiro. We just need to ask you a few questions. Shouldn’t take more than ten minutes.”

“Okay,” she says carefully, taking a seat across from them and looking confused enough that even I’m convinced. “Is everything okay with my father?”

“Your father is fine,” asshole cop says—Detective Figeiro. He’s the younger of the two, with dark hair and eyes. Upton has sandy blond hair with a thick matching mustache.

“Do you know a Steven Lewis, Miss Spencer?” Upton asks.

“Yeah,” Lilah answers. “He’s my ex.”

“Have you talked to him recently?”

She shakes her head. “Not since we broke up.”

“And you’ve been staying here since? With Mr.—” Upton looks at me with a raised brow.

“St. Claire.”

“With Mr. St. Claire,” he adds, jotting that down in the little notepad in his hand. From here, I can hardly make out his chicken scratch.

“That’s right,” she says.

“When was that, exactly?” Figeiro asks.

“Uhm,” Lilah says. “I don’t know. A couple weeks. Right?” She looks at me.

“Yeah, about three.”

When they write something down and don’t say anything in response right away, she says, “Can I ask what this is about?”

Upton finishes writing on his notepad, then glances up to meet Lilah’s gaze. “Steven Lewis was found murdered, Mrs. Spencer.”

Her eyes widen, mouth drops open as her hand comes up to cover it. “W-what?” she breathes out.

Damn, she’s good.

I’m so licking her pussy for this later.

“It was a brutal murder, and we’re investigating it.”

“How did this happen? Where?” She’s trembling, eyes shining with tears. “When?”

She asks all the right questions. Not doing anything to show she already knows.

“He was found in his home.”

“Oh my god,” she whispers. “Who could have done this?”

“That’s what we’re trying to figure out. None of the neighbors saw anything strange in the time around his death,” Upton adds, putting his notepad and pen into the inside pocket of his jacket.

“They were the ones who called it in. Said they noticed the car hadn’t moved, which wasn’t common,” Figeiro adds, his eyes narrowed on Lilah.

I don’t like the way he’s looking at her, and if I could get away with it, I’d pluck his eyeballs out for it.

“Do you know anyone who may want to hurt Steven, Mrs. Spencer?” Upton asks as he shifts on the couch.

“Oh, I don’t know. I mean, he wasn’t a very nice person,” she adds.

“How so?” Figeiro asks.

“He was abusive,” she says quietly. “To me. It’s… why I had to leave.”

“We saw the previous reports,” Upton comments. But of course they did. Lilah and I knew they’d know that. “So there is no one in particular that you know of who would want him dead?”

“Dead? No, of course not. He was a jerk, but dead? My god…” Tears fall down her cheeks and she wipes them away.

I think she may actually be upset about this, and that pisses me off. She better not be upset about this dick head being dead. This all better be a show, or there is going to be a serious problem.

They ask her a few more questions and then we see them out. When the door closes, I look at her, trying to figure this all out. She’s grinning at me.

“Did I do good?” she asks. I see the pride gleaming in her eyes.

Well, that answers that.

“So good,” I say, leaning down to pick her up and kiss her. I bring her over to the couch, the one the cops were just sitting on, tear off her bottoms and feast on her pussy until she’s crying out my name and coming on my face.

"When are you going to fuck me?” she whines, pulling me on top of her.

“I just made you come twice. How do you still want more?”

“Because I haven’t had your dick inside me yet.”

I chuckle before leaning down to bite her nipple. She groans, pushing her chest into my mouth to give her more. I move to the other side, licking and sucking on that nipple next.

“I’ll fuck you when you want it for yourself, and not for me.”

“I definitely want it for me.”

I smirk, then get up from the couch. “Get dressed and meet me in the library. Now that you’re no longer needed here, it’s time to put my plan into action.”

She gasps as she sits up, her tits jiggling and making my mouth water. I’ve never enjoyed a woman’s body the way I enjoy hers. There’s just something about it…

“Are you finally going to tell me what it is?”

“If you hurry up, yes.”

She squeals as she jumps from the couch, gathering her clothes to get dressed. When I move into the library, she’s following right behind me—like a loyal little pet.

I tap the corner of my desk as I take my chair. “Sit.”

My pretty little kitten hops onto my desk, pulling her knees up to her chest and resting her chin on them. She’s so petite, she fits right on the edge there.

“Do I get to know now?” she asks excitedly.

I smirk, unable to help it. The smallest things bring her happiness, and I find it endearing.

“Yes, I will tell you my plan.”

She wiggles, making an excited sound.

I give her the quick rundown of my life. How I was given up for adoption in Iowa, brought here after I was adopted, my parents dying, foster care, coming into the money, and then, most recently, learning about my bio mother and my twin brother.

Her eyes are wide. “This sounds like a movie.”

Yeah, it does. Unfortunately, it isn’t. It’s my fucking life.

“I’m waiting for a call back from someone to get me more information on James, but he’s taking too long, and so I’ve made up my mind. I’m going to find him myself.”

She sucks in a long breath, her eyes going wide. “You’re going to find him?”

“I’m going to check him out. Watch him for a few days. Maybe I’ll talk to him. I need to know what makes him so special and why he got to stay.”

“Oh, Atty.” She hops off the desk and curls up in my lap. “Absolutely nothing. Your mother shouldn’t have done that to you.”

I wrap my arms around her, hugging her to me.

“You sure you want to come with me?” I ask.

“It’s you and me now, Atty.” She nuzzles her nose against my neck. “Always.”