Grace Street (A Chapter 8 Novel, #1) Read Free

and
began anew.
    “ Hello Chapter 8. I met you tonight at the
Grace Street Brewery when I was least expecting it. I simply went
there to discuss the state of my ventures with my realtor and to
sign the last of the paperwork on the sale of C7’s habitat. I’m
glad to be done with it and her. She proved to be more trouble than
she was worth and I gleaned nothing of any value from our
short-lived liaison. I do so hope your chapter is longer than that
of 7’s.
    It was your voice that first caught my
attention as I became mesmerized with the anxiety exuding from it.
How I love fear and anxiety; it’s what makes the world go around
and the tides ebb and flow. It makes my blood hum and my cock hard.
Yes, I’m a sick and depraved fuck like that. But that’s what I get
paid to do. It takes one to know one, after all. And so my journey
to study and learn how to read people continues and you, C8, are
next on my ‘to-do list.’
    Elsa. What a lovely name. What fun we’ll
have. I anticipate learning much from you on my quest to discover
everything I can about human interaction in all forms. Your
miniscule but important role in my life will help not only me, but
all of law enforcement as I learn how to break down the walls that
people build up in order to hide their secrets and deepest, darkest
desires.
    I wish for wanton decadence and wicked
things for you and me. For pain, pleasure, humiliation, and
debauchery beyond anything you or I can imagine. I long for you to
open my mind and allow me to explore all the possibilities of my
dark side.
    I’ll most likely dream of you this evening
and your ember-colored hair, crimson lips, and that taut, fuckable
body.
    You didn’t recognize me. It was a nice
change. But you rejected me tonight and very soon, there will be no
more denying me. You wanted me. I could sense it. I could smell
your arousal on you, as well as your fear. You need what I have to
offer just as I require what you have to give.
    Now for the first step in this little game:
where to place you. A high-rise penthouse like my darling,
over-privileged C3? Maybe a little out of the way bungalow on the
edge of town so no one can hear your screams of pleasure and pain
like my masochist C5. Or how about a condo in the next county over
like Mr. Machismo in the real world and a dirty whore behind closed
doors C4? Or perhaps a sleazy hotel room like my filthy C6? She
liked her surroundings seedy, but that’s because she was a dirty
girl. But that’s not you – or is it?
    I’ve got you pegged. I could see it in your
eyes and the way you moved. You’re little Ms. Professional,
everything in its right place, aren’t you? But you have a temper. I
like that. I like a fire that burns brightly when stoked. Are you a
dirty girl, Elsa? We’ll soon find out. Along with how out of sorts
I can make you feel while I fuck your mind and body until you can’t
recognize your own image when you look in the mirror. What secrets
are you hiding, my sweet fuckable little Elsa? What filthy things
are you willing to do for me? What can you teach me that I don’t
already know? What can I teach you about yourself? I will know all
your desires and secrets, I promise you, I will.
    For you, I’ll find a place that is unique.
Somewhere you feel at home. Something on Grace Street.”

3: Calculated
    For more than two weeks, Elsa’s dreams had
been haunted off and on by the man that smelled like sex and pricey
cologne and his penetrating eyes. It was a welcome change from her
usual tormented dreams of Patrick. She was desperate to be over him
but still, she lingered on what could have been. It was pathetic
and she hated herself for her inability to let him go. It had been
over six months since their break up. Why couldn’t she just move
on?
    Directing her attention to the task at hand,
she worked diligently in the silence of her office. Solitude was
what she had wanted but now faced with the unnatural quietness, her
mind and thoughts were scattered