Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 2

I trailed behind Dexter as we entered the Homicide Division.

“Mr. Fitzgerald, just to confirm with you,” the cops took Dexter to identify some items found at the crime scene clothes, a cell phone, a bag – all mine.

Dexter looked pretty shaken up. It took him a hot minute to speak up. “Where is she?”

“Sorry, Mr. Fitzgerald, from our initial investigation, it’s highly likely she’s been offed. But we haven’t found the body yet.”

“Forget it then, don’t waste your manpower on her; she’s not in trouble.” Dexter snorted with a sneer. “She’s just ditching her stuff on purpose to create suspense. She did these to make me feel guilty and back down.”

Dexter didn’t buy for a second that I was dead. In his eyes, I was just a villain who wouldn’t stop at anything to get what I wanted, and he wished I was really six feet under.

“Are you sure about that, Mr. Fitzgerald?” The cop gave him a puzzled look.

“Positive.” Dexter nodded and looked dead serious, “Sorry for the hassle, I’ll sort it out. Give me three days and I’ll find her.”

There was a storm brewing in Dexter’s eyes: He was clearly ticked off.

I knew him too well; he was pissed that I’d taken the drama too far this time. I suddenly felt like laughing, but the laughter died right beside Dexter.

and he was stalling the police

to him on the day I died, but he just snapped back after picking it

my phone away in despair, got knocked out

where’s Phoebe? Tell her to stop hiding and come back.” Dexter called Stella with rage boiling as

even get a chance

should be asking you about Phoebe’s whereabouts. What

better come home tomorrow, or I won’t bother collecting. her

was so worked up about; even his breathing was all

“Don’t worry about collecting my body, because you won’t be able to find

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the cops, you scumbag. If anything happens to her, I

new trick? Using this to force me into marrying

vision blurred as I watched Dexter.

truly

death, there was a

on the bed, his eyes cold and threatening. “Phoebe, you keep throwing yourself at me just want me to touch

and you’re the one not honoring it, Dexter”

He grabbed my chin and kissed my lips. His kiss was void of love and fraught with his cathartic desire, “Isn’t this what

it hurts so much…” I cried and begged, but he wouldn’t