𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎

Chapter 8

Moira's POV

Should I convince Mr. Mars to send Vince undercover? Maybe yes, but next week. We have to wait. This jackass Nikki is planning on something. I noticed that some people are looking at me like I'm a monster. Maybe they work for him. He's nervous. I'm arresting his suppliers and his job is being reduced. Hmm... What if I have seen him before? No, I don't think so. The only time I saw him was on the report pictures, which to be honest aren't the best pictures taken of a criminal. But his past is reminding me of someone else in my past. His name was with the N too. Or maybe not, he never told me his real name. However, I'm afraid that Vince may get caught. It's unbelievable how fast time flies. At least I trust Vince. He's the best friend I have ever wanted as well as my dear sister. I'm proud of her. She's in college. She's gonna be fashion designer. Maybe our parents are looking down at us and smile. They had always wanted us to study and get well paid jobs. The thing is that I chose men's job. But I can't complain about anything. I work with the best people I've ever known. And I really love the tension of being constable. When I become a detective, which is gonna be next year, I want to redecorate Vince's office. Okay time for work.

As I sit with my buddy, I see someone looking at me with narrowed eyes. Who the fuck is that? I guess I should ask Vince because he's narrowing his eyes at that guy.
"Vince, who's that?"
"That's Jacob. One of Nikki's subservients. He always keep an eye on anyone Nikki wants to know information about. I think Nikki's next target is you."
"Should I attack him?"
"Stay here!"
"But-"
"This is serious Moira. Before murdering the past detectives, Jacob had kept an eye on them just like he does now. Don't do the same mistakes as those before you, otherwise you're dead too."
"What had they done?"
"Contacted Nikki personally."
"Well, I don't wanna contact him."
"They all had been saying the same and look where they ended up."
"But what made them to contact him eventually?"
"This motherfucker's a fucking Don Juan. Why do you think he kills women only?"

"What will happen if they get you?"
"I'm a master at disguise. I'm going to dye my hair red and put on blue lenses. They will never get me."
"Dye it red?"
"Why, you're gonna miss my blonde hair?"
"Well, to be honest."
"Okay I'm going to put on a wig then."
"But don't let it fall."
"Also they've seen me with my glasses on only. They don't know how are my eyes looking like."
"Are you sure?"
"Trust me." Okay Vince, you win.

Damn, this dude's been looking at me for an hour now. That's what I call an iron will. He's probably had his time in prison and now he's doing dirty deeds again. I should check the criminal records for guys called Jacob. But what's his full name? I have to do something about it.
"Damn, I guess Nikki wants to give you a message."
"Oh, Jacob's leading to us. Hide your face better." Well, that was unexpected. Okay, Jacob's tapping on my window. I get out of the car and face a man shorter than me. I guess it won't be that hard to get him out of his skin for a splendid second.
"Are you constable Moira Adams? Pardon, detective Moira Adams." I'm not detective yet, but thanks?
"Yes, I am. Identify yourself."
"Jacob McCloud."
"And what leads you here?"
"You have a letter from my boss. I recommend you to open it without that cop's knowing."
"Otherwise?"
"Otherwise, my boss is going to find you."
"I thought he already knew where I am. I guess he doesn't have the guts to visit the police station, because my buddies will annihilate him for killing those before me." I fucked up, but I don't care. I want this motherfucker Jacob to inform his stupid ass boss I'm not afraid of him.
"Just open the letter when you can." Okay, that works. He got worried. I see it in his small eyes.
"Goodbye, Mr. McCloud."

"Do you want me to leave? You can always keep this letter a secret from me." Vince is so caring.
"For now I want to be left alone. If this letter contains something important I'll let you know. But I'm gonna give it to you when I die. It's gonna be an evidence in need for my death's investigation." Damn, what was that?
"I hope I don't get that letter."
I'm opening the letter. Wow, what's that handwriting? It's really readable and even exquisite. Okay, here we go:

"Dear detective,

I'm sorry that things turned out like this. If you weren't a detective, I would invite you on a dinner with no hesitation. Maybe if things worked out, I could be yours and you could be mine. The problem is that you had to take the opposite side of things and ruin everything. But you should be aware of the fact that one day I'm gonna get you and the consequences will be so terrible, you would beg me to kill you. For now, I still don't want to kill you, so you should feel at least honored. Unfortunately, I can't meet you in person because of my bad habits, so we'll meet when the time is right.
Yours only,
Nikki Sixx

P.s.: Just because I'm not yours doesn't mean you're not mine. Believe me, you're mine and mine only. And I can't wait for the day you will realize you can't live without me."

Now what the hell? What is going on with me? Oh God, don't let me fall for that cunt. THIS IS BULLSHIT! What is this weird feeling inside my stomach? Like I'm some stupid kidnapped teenage girl who has a crush on her kidnapper. What was that called? Stockholm syndrome? Whatever happens, God, please don't let me fall for that son of a bitch.