𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎

Chapter 17

Moira's POV

I don't know whether to be happy that I arrested him at last, or mad because of the fact he's that guy who made me realize I can't trust myself. That's why I didn't want to see him anymore. He's too much for me. His green eyes make me lose my rational view of things and... Oh God, I thought that I had forgotten him. He's in the interrogation room with Vince. I don't think I can do it. Oh God, I don't trust myself. What if he tries to trick me again? But on the other hand, I want to see him. THAT'S WHY I HAD SAID TO HIM I DIDN'T WANT TO SEE HIM AGAIN. BUT NO, HE HAD TO APPEAR IN MY LIFE AGAIN. Vince told me something really messed up. At first I didn't believe him, but then he said there was even an evidence of Nikki's words. I heard their balcony conversation and... I just lost it. Now I'm leading to the interrogation room and what do I see? Vince shouting at Nikki. I wonder how Nikki felt when Vince revealed himself. Maybe I should tell Vince to leave me and Nikki alone for a minute.

"Vince, you're free."
"Are you sure you can do it?"

"Trust me, I got this." Please... because I don't think I trust myself the way I used to.
"Okay, good luck." Oh shit, here we go.

"Nikki Sixx. You're accused of several murders, including three detectives ones, and illegal drug dealing."
"Don't forget to write down stealing." Erm, what?
"What did you steal?"

"Well, I still haven't stolen what I want to steal, but I'm about to do so just... write it down." What game are you playing now?

"DON'T WASTE MY TIME. HAVE YOU STOLEN ANYTHING?"
"As I said, not yet. But I'm about to steal your heart." ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?
"How many women have you killed for these three years?"
"Hmm... If we count the three detectives... around 666." He really is obsessed with that "I'm the devil" idea, isn't he?
"Did your friend, known as John Corabi help you murder those 666 women?"
"No. Those women I killed by myself."
"How many women have you murdered IN GENERAL?"
"Oh you wanted to know how many women I murdered no matter if with John or not?"
"Yes, you fucking dumbass."
"Hmm.... if we count the woman we killed last night... around 1000." MONSTERS.
"Do you know how many women has John murdered by himself?"
"I don't know. This time you should ask John. But I know one thing for sure. He has murdered way too many women than me." Should I believe you?
"Has he told you his number of murdered women before?"
"Go and ask him. I won't tell you."
"Alright. If you admit in front of court you've done everything you're accused of there's probability of reduction of sentence."
"Oh, you're telling me you have no questions left? I thought you'd crucify me." You want more questions? Okay, you're going to get them.

"First of all, I'm the one who can ask questions. And secondly, I haven't finished yet."
"Okay, I'm listening."
"What did your born name use to be?"
"Bang, right in the top ten. Well, I used to be Frank Carlton Feranna Jr."
"Why had you changed it?"
"I thought that your buddy Victor, pardon Vince, already told you?"
"I need your answer for the report, you dumbass." Damn, he's getting on my nerves.
"My father abandoned me when I was two years old. And when I tried to contact him, while being eighteen, he rejected me, so I thought that I didn't need his name anymore."
"Did you use to be a drug addict?"
"Yes, I did."
"Do you remember dealers who used to work for Craig Lee?"
"I don't remember." Of course, he doesn't. He almost died, twice.
"Is it true that you almost died?"
"Twice. I almost died, twice." I wonder if there's gonna be third time.
"Have you ever been married?" Well, I know he hasn't, but I want to know what he's gonna say.
"No, why?"
"For the report."
"For the report you say... I don't think so." Oh shit, why should I have asked?

"Shut up."
"No. I want to talk with you about something else."
"I should ask Mick first."
"No. This is gonna be our little secret."
"It's forbidden."
"Oh come on, I know you want to talk with me about something else than my crimes. You can't fool me. It's just that you're too scared to admit it." Fuck, it's not fair.
"Go ahead then. I'm tired of your games."
"Since your buddy Vince had recorded our balcony conversation, did you have your time listening to the whole thing?" The main thing I wanna keep in mind is that he told Vince we've met before.
"Yes, I did."
"How did you feel?" Why are you wasting my time?
"Well, I kind of felt honored that you're not gonna kill me."
"Anything else, darling?" Why is his face so close to me, oh my God...
"For example?"
"You can't be serious." Why is he doing this to me? Stop looking at me like that, please. I'm gonna die.
"Don't try to play with me. I'm not up for your games."
"That's not a game. I really love you, Moira." STOP IT! THAT'S ENOUGH!
"But I... I don't. I'm sorry." I can't believe I just said that
"Oh... I knew that this was gonna happen. The thing I didn't expect though... Whatever. I'm not gonna waste your time anymore. If you have any questions, keep them for tomorrow. I'm not in the mood for that anymore." Someone kill me. Is he about to cry?
"Till tomorrow then." Oh, tomorrow? I don't think if I can make it through today.