Blind Spot by Sakshi C (the reader ebook TXT) 📕

Apparently, she was shot dead. There were signs of struggle which meant she tried to save herself but her assailer was more powerful than her.  

Sylvia's murder had triggered a lot of questions. Clearly, the woman had not run away from him but from someone else. And the person had caught her before he could. Who killed her? Fransisco? But that made no sense. The woman had already spilled everything than what was the point of killing her now? It served no purpose. Or maybe she had something more to tell. 

Danzel sighed and dialed Jacques, his PI. 

"Sylvia is murdered," Danzel told him. A momentary silence fell on the other side before the man spoke up. 

"How? who did it?" the man sounded confused. 

"Well, that's your job to find out. I want every detail, Jacques. This news has changed everything," a thoughtful look in his eyes as he uttered the words. 

"What do you mean?" 

"I think we are missing something. There is more to it," his voice turned deep as his brain ran a hundred miles per hour.  

"Missing?" 

"Why was she killed now?" Danzel queried, thinking hard. 

 "Maybe for her betrayal." 

"Why wait for her to abscond then? They could have killed her when she was here," 

"  What do you think?" 

" I think she knew something or maybe..maybe her statement was fabricated," Danzel replied.  

"Why would she do that?"

"Maybe someone had told her to do that," Danzel stood in front of his floor-to-ceiling office window that looked over New York, and lit a cigarette. 

"I get your point but what enmity can someone have with a mute?" Danzel didn't like him calling her mute but his question was valid. What malice can one have against someone like her?  

"And also all the evidence are pointing at her," Jacques reminded him. 

"You know it better than anyone that proofs can easily be tampered with," Danzel exhaled the smoke through his mouth and nose. 

"Yes, but not CCTVs. You saw her talking to the man who had tampered with the breaks. All those evidences can't be just a coincidence," Jacques didn't want to accept that his investigation was wrong. 

"Maybe she was trapped," Danzel narrowed his eyes, thinking as it clicked him all of a sudden. 

"What?" 

"Jacques, I want you to reinvestigate everything. Do it from the start and run every detail, big or small, significant or insignificant, every evidence by me," his deep voice resonated with authority and control.  

"Alright. I'll reinvestigate everything," Jacques answered. Danzel disconnected the call and slid down his phone into his pocket. 

He put the burning stick on his lips and drew a deep drag while staring out the large window. The sight was beautiful. It seemed as if stars were glittering down below. But his focus wasn't on the breathtaking view in front of him. Her innocent face continued to flash in front of his eyes. 

.....

The pending work kept him in his office all night long. He returned home in the morning. He could have rested in his penthouse like previous times that set atop his office building but he chose not to. This time his mansion held a special allure. 

He entered the mansion and instantly got swamped by the delicious aroma of food that was floating in the air. He followed the scent that led him to the kitchen. His feet halted when his eyes landed on the small woman who was working in the kitchen and had also unabashedly stolen his heart years ago. She was cooking. 

Said I loved you but I lied was playing in a soft volume on her phone. 

Holding his jacket in one hand, he leaned against the doorframe and watched her cooking. Unknown to him, a small smile had fluttered across his lips and a rare-seen warmth had sparked his ocean eyes. 

Call him outdated or orthodox but Danzel dreamt of his woman cooking for him, waiting for him when he returned home. And in all those dreams, Inessa appeared as his woman. 

He slowly pushed off the frame and stalked towards her, dropping his jacket on a table. Inessa couldn't hear his approaching footsteps over the music. 

She stiffened when his strong arms circled around her tiny waist. The familiar heat of his body kissed her back as he slowly eliminated all the distance between their bodies. His hold around her tightened to a possessive but harmless grip. She gulped nervously as he lowered his face and skimmed his soft lips against the side of her neck. His stubble pricked her soft skin but the sensation was drowned out by the warmth of his lips.  

She licked her lips and felt her heartbeat lift as he gently brushed her hair to the other side, exposing her slender neck to his eyes. Without wasting another moment, he dipped his face and started peppering fervor kisses all over her neck and shoulder.

A soft growl of appreciation rumbled from his chest for the woman in his arms. She felt so delicate against his robust physique. So fragile. Her softness was luring his inner beast. If he wanted, he could easily crush her to death. But that wasn't what he wanted to do with her. He wanted to take her breath away but not by killing her.  

Turning off the stove, he spun her around and covered her lips with his. Her eyes widened in response and she placed her palms on his chest to push him away. Her efforts met a tragic failure as he pressed her body flushed against his own and started kissing her hard. She felt his tongue invading her mouth and twisting, swirling around her tongue. He picked her up and set her on the counter. He stood between her thighs while their tongue remained tangled in a fierce battle. A thin thread of saliva dripped down from the corner of her lips as he continued to make love with her mouth.  

He removed his mouth from hers after several minutes. He ran his tongue up her chin to her lips, licking the saliva dripping down her mouth. She was breathing heavily. Her cheeks were flushed and her lips were swollen. If only she knew how provocative she was looking. No matter how much he looked at her, he just couldn't get enough of her.