MOXLEY (A Dean Ambrose serial killer fic/Mature smut content)

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"Are you seeing this?" I held the phone to my ear, Moxley's voice was more calm to me compared to the usual phone calls. "Yes" I told him. The news was reporting on the murder Moxley did just yesterday. The one I helped him with. He had dumped the body in an alley, it had been found around the time Moxley arrived at my place last night. Already the copy cat had killed another victim just this morning. The scary thing was he had done it in broad daylight. He had done it where anyone could have seen the murder yet nobody saw nothing. The car park was just down the road from where I lived. The girl was still alive when paramedics got there but she died on her way to hospital. This was a first. The copy cat was possibly more dangerous than Moxley himself. "I had a feeling he knew my identity. I knew he was watching me" I listened to Moxley as I stared at the tv screen. Taking in the report of what they presumed had taken place just hours ago. "This was a warning Rachel. He caught on to my plan faster than I expected" I gasped as it came to my mind what Moxley was hinting at. Fear flooded me at the thought I could be next. "He knows I helped you?!" I shrieked. My hand coming over my mouth as Moxley hummed to agree. "Oh my god!" I sobbed out. What had I done?! "Book time off work for a few weeks. I may not need that long but it's best to buy us extra time...." "Buy US extra time?!" I snapped cutting him off. "You got me into this mess! Now you want me to continue helping you when I could be killed?!". "You won't be fucking killed! I won't allow it. Only I decide how and when you die if I so choose for you to!". I clamped my mouth shut at his statement. The tone of his voice was nothing but dominant and I knew I had to obey. Either way I was dead. Moxley hadn't tried to kill me yet making me feel maybe I should risk siding with him. "What do I have to do?" I sighed out caving in. I didn't have much choice. "Call your boss and say you're wiped out or something. I don't know just make something up. Request at least three weeks..." Three weeks?! You have to be kidding me!". "Do I sound like I'm joking around right now?!". I didn't answer his question. I became silent not wanting to push him to become angry with me.

"I have an apartment you can safely stay in. The security is air tight and I will be next door". I blew out a breath, my anxiety started up again at the thought of being anywhere but at home. Moxley had got me into a whole lot of mess. I didn't even know the copy cat would work anything out this quick. I couldn't help but feel annoyed Moxley forgot to mention the detail that he thought he was being watched. He knew this and in a way tricked me to be more than just bait. "Are you going to pack your stuff or do I have to drag you forcefully?" I groaned out feeling more than pissed at the situation. What the hell did he think he was doing using me like I was some toy? Why not just kill me and get it over with already?! "If you come, I promise to show you my face before the three weeks is up. Until then stick with my rules, do as I say and make sure you don't tell anyone where you are going. Am I understood?!". "Yes" I gritted out but in a way I was happy with the deal. If I could see his face even just once I could put this fucker behind bars for good. I felt slight guilt feeling that way. The softness he held towards me just last night had me almost feeling less scared of him. He was just human, just like me. He wasn't some super human with invincibility. He could bleed and die just like everyone else. "I will send a taxi to you in an hour. Get sorted and make sure to leave the building from the back door that leads into the alley. I can't risk you being followed. See you soon" He hung up on me after his instruction. Getting up immediately I went to pack a large bag. I put everything I would need into the bag without being neat about it. Once that was done I checked the time to see I had half an hour left. I then went to grab my phone. Dialling Roman I bit my thumb not knowing how he would react to me asking for time off. I hadn't even thought up an excuse yet. "Hey Rachel. How are you?" I paused for a moment thinking of what to say. I couldn't exactly fake being sick, he would send Kelly round in an instant.

"Actually Roman...." I thought hard till the first thing that came to my head just blurted out like word vomit. "...I'm not good. I have an emergency I need to sort out. Could I have some time off work?" Roman paused for a split second, he seemed to be thinking over what I had just asked. "How long do you need?" He asked me, his tone sounding amused. "Three weeks?" I asked him carefully. Roman laughed out in that instant. I felt confused as to what was so fucking funny about my question. What did I say to make him laugh? "Why are you lying to me Rachel?" How the fuck did he know? "I'm not lying!" I defended annoyed. Roman calmed down a little before he continued speaking. I hated it when people didn't take me seriously. "You ask for three weeks off work claiming there is an emergency. Yet Dean is going away for three weeks which makes me believe you are just trying to go on a three week vacation to rekindle your relationship. Am I correct?" I felt a little confused as to where Dean was going for three weeks and didn't think to tell me. He hadn't replied to any of my texts or calls. Had I really hurt him that much? "Dean's not spoke to me all week. I'm not going anywhere with him. I just need some time to get my head straight and deal with this emergency. I promise I am not lying to you. I wouldn't ever lie to you Roman." I felt a dick for being deceitful. Again, I had no choice. I didn't like the idea of being dragged back to this place Moxley wanted me to go to forcefully. It wasn't like I could just hop onto a plane back to England either. "Ok...Sorry I judged your reasons Rachel. Three weeks yeah?". I felt relief wash over me to know Roman fell for it. I would owe him later...if I made it back alive. "Please. If that's ok" He agreed and let me know once he put it in his book. With only minutes to spare I grabbed my bag, turned off all electrics and made my way outside. Once in the back alley I looked around cautiously. My taxi was already there waiting for me. I put my bags in the boot then got into the back seat. Pulling my hood up to hide my face I looked down at my phone to see Moxley had text me again saying he would see me in a few minutes.