Wanted For Pleasure: vol 2

Epilogue

"You've done enough. It's okay to be tired. You can take a break."

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"—There are no witnesses to these heinous crimes, however, a local couple did give us a moment of their time. They had this to say," the local news anchor speaks.

I tune in to the television in our bedroom and turn up the volume.

"My wife and I have been terrorized by Beck Jordan and his family for too long now. Beck and his clan has made attacks on our lives to run us out of town. Seeing as though we weren't giving up so easy, he came to our home and said that he was going to pin his murder of Tim Torro on us. He managed to get away but we chased him here and found the evidence of him killing Tim. We followed him up to the roof of the old church but when we told Beck the cops were on their way, he... just jumped, taking the two women — probably his accomplices— with him." Nick Adams tells the news.

Morgan presents herself in the room wearing red festive footie pajamas.

"Turn this off." She scoffs at the tv, snatching the remote from my hands in order to preserve my last strain of sanity.

"You think they bought it?" I wonder, swallowing hard as I pick the skin on my hands.

Morgan stands between my legs and lifts my chin.

"I just got off of the phone with Yara, she says they do. Besides, it's mostly the truth anyway... minus the parts involving me and you, and all of the money." Morgan laughs it off.

She lowers her body onto the floor and tucks the hair behind her ear as it falls when she looks down at the gauze she's holding.

"It's alright." I insist, pushing her away from my leg wound.

Her eyes stay stuck on my face, looking at me like she doesn't care about what I've just said.

"Move your hand, Chris. Let me look at it." She sounds just like my mother so I listen.

Morgan assesses the bruise on my previously injured thigh.

I watch her play nurse, wrapping my thigh in an elastic bandage.

"There." She says, kissing it. "Keep this on until you go to a doctor."

"I'm fine," I claim, wincing as I try to move my leg away from her body.

Morgan shakes her head at me. "Stubborn. You're limping, Christopher. Just go to the doctor, don't make it, like, a thing."

I give in, seeing how caring she is. "Alright."

A smile lights up Morgan's naked face. Though her beauty is still striking, she looks tired. And I don't mean sleepy, but rightfully so.

"I love you." I remind Morgan with her cheek in the palm of my hand.

She sighs and then pushes off of her knees to stand up.

"I know." She hums, keeping her eyes off of mine.

Duke and Stevie come running in, happily wagging their tails.

They jump onto the bed and attack me with hot breath and kisses.

Ding-dong! The sound of our doorbell makes them start barking madly.

"Come on," Morgan puckers her lips at the dogs. "let's get the door and let Daddy get dressed!" She speaks in a baby voice.

Duke and Stevie leap off of the bed and follow her to the door.

"Get dressed?" I curl my face, wondering what she means by that.