His Urge by Ana W. Fawkes Page B

looked down the hallway towards the large living room and whispered, “Wait right here.”
    He pushed his way around Niles, making me shiver, as I expected something to happen.  He disappeared and came back a few seconds later with a black jacket.  It was his father’s jacket and I hated to have it touching me but I needed comfort and warmth.  This was too much.  Way too much.
    The men introduced themselves as detectives, explaining that John had called them to report a murder.  When they heard the name and location, and how to find the secret basement of the cottage, they knew it was something serious.  Throwing around the name Jonathan Black will get anyone’s attention it seemed.
    What they didn’t expect to find was John Black holding a bloody knife, claiming he murdered Peter Cresh.
    Harper was the calm detective, listening.  Niles was an asshole, asking me too many questions about the marks on my wrists and trying to find holes in the stories.  There were none because all that was said was true... right down to how John Black stabbed Cresh over and over.
    John Black remained in the bedroom, speaking loud enough for everyone to hear.
    “And for the record,” his voice said, sounding so convincing, “there’s a dead body in a hotel... Oliver Rush.”
    Harper asked, “Mr. Black, did you murder that man too?”
    I looked at Jonathan, realizing the answer to the question would be truthful.  Mr. Black did kill Oliver Rush...
    “Yes,” John said.  “Oliver Rush is dead.  From a stab wound.”
    Harper glared back at Niles. 
    Niles looked even more angry.  “Clean this mess up and get him the fuck out of here.  We need more questioning.  These stories are bullshit.”
    “We have to get out of here,” Jonathan said. 
    Niles looked at Jonathan, making his pistol visible.  “What makes you think you get to leave?”
    “Because you have nothing left for us,” Jonathan said.  “I just watched my father murder a man and confess to another murder.”
    “You and your father are close?” Niles asked with a cocky grin.
    “You can contact my lawyer,” Jonathan said.
    Niles grabbed his wrist.  I gasped, hoping Jonathan wasn’t crazy enough to strike a detective.
    “Niles, cool it,” Harper said.  “Let them go.  Mr. Black confessed to everything.  He gave us the location of the hotel and the hotel room.  We need to see if the body has been discovered.”
    Niles curled his lip and let go of Jonathan.  We started to walk and Niles called out to us one last time.
    “That’s one hell of a father you have there... I’m sure I’ll be in touch, Jonathan .”
    Jonathan growled under his breath but he didn’t stop.  I slipped my hand into his and we walked into the living room area.  In the back corner was a secret door leading to the upstairs of the real cottage.  Why Jonathan hadn’t just taken that to get to the cottage before I didn’t know.  There were too many unanswered questions floating around but I was suddenly too tired to care.
    We rushed through the cottage.  Outside, there was a small collection of vehicles.  Authority vehicles, unmarked, undercover vehicles.  The frigid air pounded at my lungs and at my still damp hair.  I felt weak and tired, and my emotions were starting to run high.
    Just as I was about to ask where we were going, a set of headlights turned on.
    Our car.
    I looked at Jonathan and he looked at me.
    “I’ll always protect you, Isabella Grace.  Just trust me...”

-11-
     
    It was the same driver who took us to the private jet.  The man with the writing on his knuckles.  The man with the huge muscles, the big head, and mean look.  But I was relieved to see him.  In the protection of Jonathan Black and this man’s driving ability and loyalty to Jonathan, we were putting the night behind us with each second that went by.
    In the backseat of the car, the tension seemed to lessen.  Jonathan put his arm around me, puling me close to him.  I