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

★Love Is One Crazy Thing

**Edited**

After my bath I went straight to sleep. I was so emotionally drained. When I woke up the next morning I found Mackayla standing over the bed glaring at me. “Jericho’s here,” she said. My heart skipped a beat. “You know he's been worried sick about you.”

“How,” I whispered, hoarsely.

“I called him,” she admitted, sternly.

“Why would you do that?” Tears burned my eyes.

“You need him.” She placed her hands on her hips. Her baby bump was poking out through the speghetti strapped blouse.

“I don’t need anyone!”

She gave me a deadpan look. “You think I don’t know what's going on? The two of you are so broken and miserable without each other it's ridiculous, really. You've invested so much into one another you guys are like the truest definition of what it means to become one with another human being.”

Since when did she become poetic?

“All I’m saying is don't make a decision you might regret. What you have people search their entire lives for and never find it. It’s a gift, Mona. Treasure it.”

My eyes began to mist with tears. Mackayla rolled her eyes and left the room. I sat on the bed and a moment later, from the corner of my eye I saw a dark figure. I instantly darted off the bed.

“Jericho?” I said as I took in the image of him. He hasn't shaved in days nor has he cut his hair. His eyes were bloodshot red. And I knew he was just as messed up as I was. There were bruises on his face from the fight.

“You left me! You promised you wouldn't leave me!” he spat, eyes burning with tears.

“I can't deal with this! I can't deal with you!” He stalked up and I moved away from him, apparently not fast enough. Grabbing me by the waist he dropped to his knees and buried his face into my stomach and cried. This cold and hard man was crying. “Jericho, you're sick and you need help.”

“You think I could walk into some therapist’s office and spill my guts. Because of what I know and what I could do the government will put me in a prison–hole somewhere in the ground and you nor the twins will never see me again,” he said looking into my eyes as tears rolled down his cheeks. I sobbed.

“My life was put into danger because of you!”

“I’m sorry, Mona! What can I do? I’ll do anything! Just please come back to me I need you! You're carrying my kids for Christ sake!” I slapped him hard in the face for making me feel this way. To want someone this bad has to be unhealthy, right?

I punched him as I screamed. He allowed me to do my worst, saying nothing. I let it all out, screaming, punching, kicking, and crying. Then I pushed him back onto the floor and kissed him hard. My whole body ached for him, to feel him. I was ripped down raw, so in love. I needed him as much as he needed me. I didn’t even want to breathe without him and I told him so. His hands snaked around my waist and he hugged me tight.

We cried on that floor together.
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“What happened to Trent?” I was almost afraid to ask. Jericho and I were in the tub together. His hands were gliding down my arms, lathering body wash into my skin, massaging. I laid my head back against his torso. He froze.

“He’s been taken care of.” I didn’t know what that meant and didn't want to find out. “But I don't want to talk about that. I want to make love to you. Got a lot of things to make up for.” His hand moved over my thigh where the scar was. It was a reminder. I thought of Carla and what she might be going through right about now. I thought of Elizabeth too. I was so engrossed into my selfish depression state I forgot their were others suffering too from this situation. I felt Jericho's lips on my shoulder and I shivered.

Suddenly he rose from the bath and took me with him. As we stepped out of the bath he says, “I need to touch you. I almost lost you...” he shuddered at the thought of losing me. He reached for a drying towel and dried me and him both off thoroughly. Then Jericho picked me up and took me back into the room and laid me on the bed.

Honey-brown and crystal grey eyes met, burning and scortching with sexual heat and intense— so very passionate love. He grabbed my ankle. “I am so sorry, Mona... I’m so fucked up I don’t deserve you...” Jericho said between kisses, moving up my leg and reaching my thigh. He ran his hands all over my body. Gentle was his touch, making me feel like delicate treasured fine China. He kissed all the way up to my breast, climbing onto the bed over me. He took a very sensitive nipple into his mouth. My back arched off the bed as I moaned.

Then he layed on top of me leaving behind kisses all over my face and neck. “You are my world.” I shivered from the intensity behind his words. He spread my legs positioning himself between them. Crystal grey eyes captured my gaze as he entered me slowly.

Jericho brackets my face between his hands as he moved inside of me. I raised my legs wrapping them like vines over his waist. I gripped his shoulders, hips meeting his as every thrust. He captured my lips with his. Our love making was intense. Never in my life have I felt so sated. He is the other half of my soul that completes me. Our love ran deep and I know without him I'll be lifeless. A body without breath...
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A/N: Don’t worry this isn’t the end there’s an epilogue coming real soon.