forum The Stranger in the City. (Romance/Crime) (One on One) (Closed, Stalkers Enabled)

Started December 09, 2018 by @Desvelarse pets

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"Don't call the psychologist, it won't do anything. He said it himself last night, didn't he?" Once again, her tiny smile lit up her face.

Vaughn tensed at that. How would she know anything about the name of his old psychologist.

“The hell is that?” Veronica said upon hearing her voice.

"Detective Roxanne Marx. Your foster brother is a suspect in the murders across twelve different towns."

“What the fuck?” Veronica exclaimed.

“Which she doesn’t have any ground evidence for,” Vaughn cut in.

"Or so he thinks. I have him with me in my office but he insisted on calling you."

“Glad he did. Now I can tell you about how bullshitty that is. Vaughn would never hurt anyone,” Veronica snapped. Vaughn was lucky that she was a perfect lier.

She rolled her eyes. "Right. And I'm the queen of England. "

“Yeah, both of you want to make me gag so I guess so,” Veronica scoffed, and Vaughn’s eyes widened a tad.

"Another person in this town who loves to hate me as much as I hate myself. How typical."

“M’hm. I don’t blame those people,” Veronica hummed. Vaughn could picture her saying that with a fake smile.

"Right, I believe this call has reached its end. Bye Veronica." She hung up and slipped her phone back in her pocket. "Such a shame, I thought she'd be of more use to me."

Vaughn had opened his mouth to protest, but the call was already ended. “How so?” He asked.

"Usually women like her will do anything for a good enough price. It's too bad that she's so loyal."

“Women like her? What the hell are you implying about my sister?” Vaughn asked with a growl in his tone.

"I'm not implying anything." Her face was still neutral, refusing to break the mask. Your sister would sell you out if it meant she got something she really wanted.

“You definitely are,” Vaughn countered. “Wouldn’t have said it like that if you weren’t.”

"You want the truth? Fine then. Anyone would sell anyone else out no matter how close they claim they are if they were given a good enough price. If she had the choice to save her life or yours, she'd save her own skin without batting an eye." Her neutral expression and flat tone only made the words worse.

Vaughn shook his head. “You must not have and true friends or family if you believe that, then,” he stated.

"My family is dead, my friends don't exist, and no one in this town gives two damns about me. The last time I was held at gunpoint with my best friend and she chose to save herself over me in a heartbeat."

“Then I suppose that wasn’t a true friend then,” Vaughn said with a shrug. “Real family and friends don’t give each other up.”

"That's what you think."

“That’s what I know,” Vaughn coutered in a calm, level tone.

"Right, my shift is over but I don't trust you so you're coming with me." She unlocked his handcuffs and snapped them behind his back, tugging him towards the door.

Vaughn didn’t fight when she adjusted his handcuffs, and he followed her. “Where are you taking me?” He asked.

"Home. I don't trust you alone in a cell so you're coming back to my apartment with me."