Married To Mr. Serial Killer{#thewattys2018}(BWWM)(Story #1 Completed)

★Mrs. Jericho James~ Pt. 2

**Edited**

Tonight was the night Jericho and I was going to break the news to Mackayla and Chase. We sat inside a very exclusive and private restaurant where celebrities came for a very private meal, courtesy of Chase. I wasn't telling anyone about my pregnancy, not even my bone headed kniving husband.

"So Jericho, how is your job coming along," Chase asked.

"It's been great. Our company was hired to build a building for Donald Trump."

Chase laughed softly and took a sip of his Tequila Sunrise. "I got a chance to meet the guy a few years back, not the most likable person."

"I would have to agree," Jericho said putting his arm around me and stroking my shoulder. He turned his attention to me. "You wanna be the one to tell them-

"Oh my God, you're pregnant," Mackayla said after being silent and glaring at the two of us the whole night.

"Not yet, but soon," Jericho said. I just brooded staring down at my black cocktail dress. Birth control had been a bitch to me. "Sweet heart you wanna break the news," he repeated.

"We're married," I said in the most unenthusiastic voice ever and held up my ring finger I've been hiding all night. The diamond twinkled in the dim light of the restaurant.

Chase smiled. "Congratulations."

"Thanks, man." Jericho and Chase shook hands. Mackayla stared between Jericho and I with a look of shock-horror. Then she got up and ran out of the restaurant. I sighed and took a sip of my water.

Can't she just be happy for me?!

"I'll go after her," Chase said.

"No, let me." I got up and walked out of the restaurant. Mackayla stood outside crying. It's probably just the baby hormones. "Mackayla, just be happy for me."

She wiped her tears away. "He's going to destroy you, Mona!" Oh Lord, here we go. "He's manipulating and so very controlling. The man is so good at it, he's fooled you into believing you still have freedom, that it's you making the decisions! But you're not free, Mona, you're his puppet and he's the puppet master. He pulls a string and you move. Men like him don't have women they have possessions."

I shrugged. "I love him, Mackayla, and he loves me."

"What do you know about him?" She shook her head. "Gigi told me what you told her, you've only known him for a few weeks." She shook her head again. "And now you're his wife."

"Yes, I'm his wife."

She shook her head. "I hope you know what you're getting yourself into especially with marrying someone you don't really know. My only advice to you is tread carefully, that man is a shark and when he smells blood he attacks."

I gave a curious look, folding arms over my chest. "What does that supposed to mean?"

"He's a predator."

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I stood before Percy's desk watching as he read my article. I barely made the deadline. After a moment he took off his glasses and carefully placed them down upon the desk. "Wow Mona, I must say this is your best work yet."

"Thank you," I replied, curtly.

"It's been sometime since death trap has struck. The city is hoping he goes into retirement or perhaps slip up and get caught." I was well aware of that. I checked the time on my wrist watch. 

"Well I got to get going," I said before he tried to indulge me into one of his conversations.

"Everybody is going out for drinks you should tag along."

"No, thanks," I said and left.

It was five-thirty in the evening when I came home to find my apartment... COMPLETELY EMPTY!! ALL MY STUFF WAS JUST GONE!! As soon as I pulled out my phone to call the police 'cause I just got robbed blind the landlord walks into my apartment, a really short and nice Asian guy.

"Oh, hey Mona."

"What happened to my stuff?" I whispered to contain my emotions.

"Yeah, your husband came by early this morning after you left for work- a really nice guy by the way. He packed up and moved all your stuff out."

"And you let him!!!"

"He gave me a thirty day notice." The little Asian dude looked nervous.

I laughed, mirthlessly. "Hold on." I pulled out my phone and dialed Jericho's number. He answered on the second ring.

"Yes, sweet thing."

"JERICHO!!!"

"My hearing is just find, Mrs. James. No need to yell."

"When I get my hands around your throat..."

"You know I find it sexy when you get violent. Anyways, I moved your stuff to my place so don't worry. Oh yeah, I called your doctor, Rachel Ford. Is there anything you want to share with your husband?"

I smirked. "Doctor-patient confidentiality, Jericho."

"I'm a very persuasive man... Only three weeks in, huh." I could hear the smile in his voice. "I'll be there in ten minutes to pick you up."

Son of a...