Chapter One- Alone In This Bed

Dante's POV

"Where's Lulu?" Delores breathed heavily, as we rolled around in bed.

"I don't know she hasn't been home in a few days. Who cares?" I mumbled kissing the side of her neck, I didn't care if my wife never showed back up.

"Dante, we're both cops." Delores slightly pushed away to look at me.

"What do you care?" I rolled my eyes.

Lulu's POV

I struggled against the rope Ronnie had tied around my wrists as he left me in the hotel room, I thought I'd known him. I really did.

"Come on Lulu you can get out of a few ropes, you're a Spencer." I grumbled you myself, exasperated. I heard voices outside the door one belonged to Ronnie Demestco, the other-I knew this voice it was familiar. Where did I know this voice from?

"Sam. Oh god please help me." I sighed, knocking over the lamp that sat on the table.

Sam's POV

"Hey Ronnie." I looked at the detective, looking rather suspicious.

"Mrs. Morgan, hello." He blinked greeting me, eyes still locked on his hotel room door.

"What are you doing here? Don't you have a family?" I asked, remembering Lulu telling me that a few years ago.

"I don't ask you about you're problems, so why are you asking mine?" Ronnie snapped at, I could tell he was easily agitated. I was a private investigator it was my job to pick up on people's mannerisms and whatnot. Something about him made me uneasy.

"There's no need to get rude, Ronnie." I pressed on, knowing I was probably getting myself into something but if he had hurt someone I wanted to help. All of a sudden we heard a loud crash from inside the room, I gave him a sharp look.

"Is there something you wanna tell me?"