Round Robin

Chapter 11 (Babefan2019)

STALKER

Why do these men think they can have what is mine? First Morelli, now Manoso? I'll kill every man in Trenton if I have to. I won't let them come between me and what's mine. And STEPHANIE IS MINE!

Shooting Morelli was a mistake. I can see that now. Mister Big Shot Detective made it so easy. Just stroke his ego a little and he practically led the way to the cabin in the Barrens. 'Steph asked you to meet her. She wanted it to be someplace private.' Yeah, like she would ever want to sneak away with him. The look on his face when he came around tied to the chair was priceless. Finally, put the pieces together though, didn't ya, De-tec-tive.

Yes, shooting him was impetuous. His death was too quick. Too painless. He should have suffered for what he did to her. Didn't even bother taking his pants off. Only pulled them down far enough to pull out his dick. Bad enough he took her like a whore on the filthy bakery floor, but then he bragged about it. Called it 'cherry-pick in'.

We all saw what he wrote on the walls, too. It wasn't right. I should have been her first. I should have been her ONLY lover. If it had been me, I would have worshiped her. Cherished her. Treasured her. If only I had come forward back, then to claim her for my own. My Love.

I wish I had used my hunting knife to carve the same humiliating words he had written on the walls of the sub shop into his gut while he watched. God, that would have been so satisfying.

I'll make sure I take my time with Manoso. Make him suffer the way he's made me suffer by keeping my Love from me. I know he's the reason we're not together right now. I know she wants to be with me.

Once we're together, we'll leave Trenton. My Love deserves better than this dumpster of a city and a mother who pushes her to marry a useless scum like Joe Morelli. We'll live somewhere in the Midwest. Maybe on a farm with lots of fruits and berries for her to use to make her jellies. She can make scones and breads, and we'll sell them all at the local farmer's market. She'll probably want to continue working in a hair salon, and, of course, I'll indulge her. How can I say no to my Love?

I hope no one sees me walking around with this dopey grin on my face. Dreaming about our future together does it every time. Maybe it's time to stop dreaming about our future and do something about it. Time to save her. I'll be her knight and she will be my Princess Love. I'll slay the evil dragon Manoso, who dares to keep us apart. She will likely want to help me. Ha, she's such an adventurous girl.

Finally, my shift is over. Her shift at the salon will be over soon. I'll drive by and pick her up so we can start our forever together. I know she'll be happy to see me. Maybe happy enough to give me a kiss right there on the street. Down boy! There will be plenty of time for that when we get home. She'll probably tear my clothes off before we get through the door. I've seen the way she looks at me. She wants me bad.

Thank God, traffic isn't too horrible today. I'd hate to be late and miss her. But then, she never gets out on time. That's something that will have to change once we're together. I don't mind letting her work outside the house, but she'll have to remember where her priorities should be.

There she is! I knew she'd escape her guard dogs. She must have known I'd be coming for her. Waiting for her to find the opportunity to escape. She's disguised herself by straightening her hair, but I can see through it. I'd know my Love anywhere. And there's a spot to pull over, just ahead of her. Divine intervention.

Good, she ignores me as I walk toward her. We are so connected, it's like we communicate without words. Play the part so no one suspects we're running away together.

"Hello, Stephanie." The startled expression is a great touch.

"I'm sorry, my name isn't Stephanie," my Love says, playing coy.

"I came to give you a ride home. I know how you enjoy walking everywhere, but the streets can be dangerous." She loves how thoughtful I am.

"Um, thanks, but I'm not Stephanie and I don't need a ride."

"It's okay, they aren't watching, but we need to move quickly before they realize you've escaped. Get in the car." The dopey grin is back. "I've got plans for us when we get home."

"Listen, I don't know who you think I am, but you've got the wrong lady. I didn't do anything and I'm not going anywhere with you. Go harass someone else." Why is she being difficult? Ah, there must be someone watching. She's such a clever girl.

"Please put your hands behind your back, ma'am. You'll have to come with me." Oh, God. I'm getting hard thinking about her in cuffs.

"Stop! Let go of me! Help, someone help!" I feel like bursting with pride at her performance. She knows no one in this neighborhood is going to interfere when someone is being put in the back of a squad car. Too afraid they'll get thrown in, too.

I know she won't mind the bruises from our pretend struggle. She moans when I push my dick against her bound hands. She's as turned on as I am. No wonder I love this woman.

I can't help myself. Thank God she stays in the role and turns her head when I try to kiss her as I reach across to buckle her seatbelt. Her lips are too damn luscious. How have I been able to stay away from her this long?

Focus. It wouldn't do to get into an accident pulling out into traffic. Not when we're this close to having the life we both want.

"What the fuck is happening?" Still agitated from the adrenaline rush of her escape.

"Tsk, tsk, that's no way for a lady to talk, my Love. I know you're excited that we're finally able to be together, so I'll ignore it this time." She loves that I'm so forgiving.

"I'm not your love and I'm not going anywhere with you. Take these fucking handcuffs off me and let me out of this car. You're a fucking lunatic!"

"Now, Stephanie." Love is patient. "It's time to calm down. We've escaped Manoso and his men. Morelli is dead and can't hurt you anymore. I'm sorry I killed him so quickly. You deserved to watch him suffer for what he did to you."

"I'm not Stephanie! My name is Amanda." She's so emotional about finally being together she's crying. How sweet. "Just let me go. I won't tell anybody anything. I promise. Please let me go. My name is Amanda. I'm not Stephanie."

"Don't worry, my Love. I'll take care of you. No one will ever keep us apart again." She doesn't even bother to hide her tears of joy.

I can't wait to show her our home away from home. Ha, I'll probably hear about the big bloodstain on the floor. She'll only pretend to be mad about having to clean it up, though. She loves to tease me like that. There's the dopey grin again, but I can't help it.

It's hard to keep my eyes on the road when I'd rather be staring at her in the rearview. She's so beautiful. She looks like an angel. Focus man! You have the rest of your life to stare at her.

The drive has never seemed so long. Of course, I've never been this eager to get to the cabin. Thank God there's no traffic in the Barrens. The first thing I'll do when we get home is get my kiss. Devour that sweet mouth. God, that mouth. Don't look in the mirror. Stay focused. The turn is up ahead. Almost there.

"We're almost home, my Love. I can't wait to have you in my arms and start our happily ever after. Aren't you excited?" She loves that I'm romantic.

I can't help myself; I have to look.

Aw, my sweet angel has her eyes closed. She's probably resting up in anticipation of our first night together.

Finally, the driveway. No new tire tracks in the dirt. I have to be cautious. Manoso is crazy. He'd do anything to keep us apart.

"Wake up, my Love. We're home." I'm a perfect gentleman. I always open the door for my lady and offer her a handout.

"I'm sorry I had to leave the handcuffs on for the whole ride, but I didn't want to take the chance of Manoso catching up to us. Let's get those off so I can finally hold you."

She's so eager. Can't wait to get her hands on me. What the hell? Why is she screaming and running? That bastard must have really done a number on her. Good thing she has me to help her through her ordeal.

"It's okay, my Love. Stop fighting me. I've got you; you're safe. Did I hurt you? I didn't mean to hurt you when I tackled you, but I didn't know how else to stop you from running off in a blind panic. Here let me have a look at that scrape on your cheek."

Something isn't right. Her eyes. Her eyes aren't blue. My Love has the most beautiful blue eyes in the world.

"Who are you? You're not my Love."

"I tried to tell you. I'm Amanda."

Does he think I'm stupid? I know what's going on. "Manoso sent you to distract me, didn't he? You lured me away from the salon so he could sneak her out right under my nose. You're trying to keep me from my Love, just like Morelli, just like Manoso."

"No, please. I don't know a Manoso or Morelli. I was just walking down the street. I'm not working with anyone. Please let me go!"

Yeah, I learned with Morelli. No more quick and painless deaths for those who come between us. "I'm going to teach you what happens to those who keep me from my Love."

"No, please! I can be your Stephanie. I'll do whatever you want me to. You wanted to kiss me, right? I'll give you a kiss. Please, just don't hurt me."

"I wouldn't kiss Manoso's whore. But there is something I want you to do for me, not Stephanie."

"What? I'll do anything, whatever you want." Yes, you will, bitch

"I want you to scream, not Stephanie. And then, I want you to beg. And when you can't beg anymore, I want you to die."