Caught in the Devil's Sheets (21 page)

I am speechless and waste no time digging into my pasta as a distraction. It’s delicious. Thick fettuccine noodles, creamy Parmesan sauce tossed with chicken and veggies. It completely satisfies my appetite.

“This is amazing,” I congratulate him.

“Thanks, I like to cook,” he says, twirling his fork around a bite of noodles.

“Me too, but half the things I make don’t come out right. There are few dishes I do well,” I fess up to my culinary handicap.

“What would you say you make best?” he asks, picking up the bottle of wine and refilling my glass.

“Mexican food, mainly because it’s all the same concept.”

“I love Mexican food.”

“I make a mean nacho platter.”

“You’ll have to have me over for dinner,” he says, and I can hardly imagine Odin in my kitchen having dinner. I bet the Mosley family would love to see that. I take another few drinks of my wine, washing down the pasta. I finish my more than generous serving.

“Want to light a fire?” I ask, nervous to go up to his bedroom and too tipsy to drive.

“Sure,” he says, putting our bowls in the sink. He takes the bottle of wine and leads the way out to the patio area. We sit beside each other on a long, wicker couch after Odin sets fire to the logs in the pit. We talk about all kinds of things, like our hobbies and our long term life goals. Odin wants to go skydiving, and I tell him that I want to meet my real dad.

“Do you know anything about him?” Odin inquires.

“I don’t, but my mom does. I wouldn’t know how to find him, other than looking up his name in yellow pages, which I already tried when I was 12.”

“I can help you look. I’m pretty good with public records.”

“Okay, I will see what I can get from my mom,” I say excited.

Odin tries to pour me another glass of wine.

“I shouldn’t, I need to go home eventually,” I say reluctantly.

“I think you should stay. We have a lot more celebrating to do.” Odin leans across the wicker couch and takes me in his arms, kissing me. His lips are so perfect, the way they lace with mine. He makes me forget about everything.

Odin is lying over me, pressing me into the couch as he vigorously kisses me. My hands gently pull at his back, begging for more. Lightly, he moans into my ear, his breathing growing louder. His solid abs press hard against my belly, and a feeling of need stirs inside me. We lie on the couch kissing, happily losing all sense of time until my phone rings. Odin sits up so I can pull it out of my bra. It’s Jeff, so I don’t bother answering. Instead I tuck my phone back into my bra.

“Would you like to go upstairs? I have something I’d love for you to try. I promise you won’t regret it,” Odin says looking at me. His eyes are filled with excitement, and I can’t imagine shooting him down. Though I’m sure his look would be priceless. I’m nervous about what he wants me to do, but I want him so bad, I’m willing to try just about anything.

“Okay,” I say in a low voice, trying not to blush as I look back at him.

Odin stands, taking my hand and pulling me from the couch. Quickly he sets a lid on the fire pit, and then leads me inside and up the staircase. Once we’re in his room and the door is shut, Odin grabs me and pushes me up against the wall, kissing me. He moves quick, pulling my shirt off over my head and revealing my cheetah print bra. Then his hands are on me, moving up and down my skin. I mimic him, pulling his shirt off over his head, and he ducks down, allowing me to do so. Then his lips are back on mine and I wrap my arms around him, pulling my leg up around his waist and hauling him into me. Odin is strong, and his firm hands grip my sides pulling my hips up into his.

“Do you trust me?” he whispers in my ear.

Sure!
Desire is quick to respond.
No,
Reason counters. I shake my head. “I’m sorry, but I don’t. I don’t trust anyone.” Except for Billy, and look where that’s got me. I look into his eyes, afraid he’ll be angry.

“It’s okay,” he says kissing my cheek softly. “We can work on it. I would do anything for you Lila, all I need is your trust. But I’m willing to earn it.” Odin leaves a soft kiss on my lips.

I kiss him back, threading my fingers in his hair and pulling his mouth into mine. Odin leads me toward the bed. Kneeling on it, he holds one hand out to me. I crawl on my knees up to him. I notice there are chains, shackles, bars and ropes all hanging from the beams above.

Odin stands on the bed, pulling down a black bar that’s attached to a chain at both ends. He hooks the chain holding the bar in place above me. There are two cuffs on the ends of the bar. I don’t like the idea of being tied up, but the sight of Odin without a shirt makes it hard to protest.

“Can you reach that?” he asks.

I move on my knees toward the bar and reach up. I can grab the bar comfortably.

“Perfect. Now, don’t move,” he says hopping back off the bed. He doesn’t use the cuffs, leaving me on my knees in the middle of his bed, gripping the bar with my hands.

“And if I do?” I tease. I can hardly put the words together as I watch Odin unzip his pants and pushes them to the floor.

He is fully erect and the moon light shining through his wall size window casts a shadow on his left side. Every inch of him is so deliciously sculpted. Odin is one of God’s greatest gifts to women. And here I kneel, watching as this gift unwraps itself. Odin’s devilish eyes stare me down as he makes his way back onto the bed. He kneels in front of me, pulling my skirt and panties down. One leg at a time, I lean so he can slip them over my ankles. I’m on my knees, holding onto the black bar completely naked and Odin is kneeling in front of me, our chests touching. He leans forward, plants a kiss on my chin, and slowly trails more down my neck. Then he gazes at me.

“If you let go,” Odin’s hand firmly rubs my bottom. “I will spank you. Make no mistake, I would like very much to spank you, Delilah. So by any means, feel free to let go of this bar,” he says smoothly. Then he takes a fist full of my hair, pulling my face back into his. His tongue invades my mouth and one of his fingers makes its way down between my legs. Slowly it circles, making me quiver.

“Mmm,” I moan softly into his lips, leaning my head back into his hand. I can feel his cock, pushing against my lower belly. I want him so badly.

“Odin,” I whisper against his lips. “Take me.”

Odin sits back on the bed, positioning me so that I’m seated on top his hips. My breasts bulge outward as my body is pulled forward, away from the bar that I am firmly trying to keep hold of. He holds my hips in place, carefully setting me down on his erection. I gasp as he fills me. He rolls his hips beneath me, slowly pushing in, and gliding out of me. “Oh!” a soft moan escapes me.

Odin tucks his fingers between us, and they continue their sensual tight circles around me. My body arcs and writhes with pleasure. I concentrate on my hands, keeping them fastened around the bar as Odin continuously pushes into me.
Yes!
I use the bar to hold my upper body still, as I rock my hips, pushing myself against his fingers. I stare intensely down at Odin who is lying flat on his back, propped up on his pillows. His eyes are filled with wild desire, his jaw clenched. He reaches his hand up, resting on my neck and his eyes pierce mine. His skilled fingers move quickly, making me moan out loud. Odin’s hand trails down my neck, and cupping my breast on its way down to my hip. Then he grasps my side, pushing me forward and back as I rock on top of him. I can feel the tip of his cock, colliding with the innermost part of me, and I try hard to keep my hands braced to the bar. My body jolts and my breasts heave upward, then drop with each thrust Odin drives into me from below.

“Odin!” I scream, allowing the pleasure to escape through my mouth. I can feel my body getting close to the edge.

“Oh, Lila! I want to cum inside you.” His voice is a harsh whisper, and his words push me toward my peak. His arm has wrapped around my waist and he has my ass grasped in his hand, pulling me into each of his thrusts. He’s huge, filling me up completely and I can feel my muscles tense as my orgasm draws near. His fingers grow restless, vigorously toying over my clit as he slams into me.

“Ah!” I scream out loud.

All my muscles clench at once as I begin to cum around him. My body arches forward, trying to curl up as I lose myself to him. I lose my grip on the bar, leaning over onto his chest as my orgasm consumes me. I feel his hand come down on my ass hard three times, but the burning pain only intensifies all the sensation inside me. I scream incoherently into the big echoing room as I cum hard on top of Odin. Finally he stiffens, letting out a loud growl that rattles my senses as he fills me up with his cum. His arms are firmly wrapped around me, his hand still grasping my ass. I relax in his arms, sprawled on his chest as I lay panting.

I can’t articulate all the things I feel in this moment. There is a small tinge of guilt for having just left Jaime and already being here with Odin. I tell myself that it’s Jaime’s fault. I can’t bring myself to regret where I am right now. Here, in Odin’s bed, nestled in his arms. I feel safe. I feel like I can finally lay my head down and rest my eyes, and not be afraid. No one will be storming in the door in the middle of the night, high and in a rage. Sergio and Rick can’t touch me here, no one can hurt me here. And there is no one here to judge me. For the first time in what seems like years, I can let my guard down.

Odin tucks us in under the black down comforter into a bed of red silk sheets. They’re soft against my naked skin. I lay on my right side, and Odin curls around my back, putting his arm around me. I fall asleep.

It’s barely dawn when Odin gently shakes me awake. I’m surprised to see he’s fully dressed in jeans and work boots and a black and blue plaid flannel. I’m still completely naked under his blanket.

“Hey,” he whispers as I slowly come out of my slumber. “I have to go to work. Stay as long as you’d like. There’s coffee downstairs. Help yourself to whatever you want,” he says with an inviting smile.

I wish I could pull him back into bed. “Thank you,” I say sleepily, rubbing my eyes. I’m glad it’s still mostly dark in his room. I’m sure I have makeup halfway down my cheeks by now, and there’s no telling weather my hair looks like a Greek goddess or Medusa.

Odin leans down and kisses my forehead then down my cheek before grazing over my lips. His affection seems strange to me, maybe I’m just not used to it. Little does he know, it’s gestures like these that make me feel good about my decision to be here, although it draws a blurry line between friends who fuck and something more.

“Have a good day,” he says standing, and he turns his back to leave.

I lay in his bed awhile, but of course I can’t go back to sleep. I put on my clothes from yesterday and use his bathroom to fix up my face. My hair looks just like it did yesterday. Only my bow needs adjusting, as it’s tangled somewhere near my shoulder. Odin’s bathroom is beautiful. There is a large shower and a separate tub. There are two sinks along the marble counter, and the rest of the wall is covered by a mirror. There is a small separate room of the bathroom that gives just the toilet its own private space. I put some toothpaste on my index finger and swish it around my mouth, trying to eliminate the awful taste of morning breath.

I stand in Odin’s room, examining all the implements of torture on his wall. I cringe. I want so badly to keep hooking up with Odin, but I don’t think I have what it takes to go along with all of this. Last night, he spanked me. Although I thoroughly enjoyed it, I’m still scared to let him do it again. The memories of Jaime laying his hands on me still haunt me. I can’t imagine letting anyone, not even Odin, hit me with the large black paddle I see hanging on the wall. But then, I want Odin more than I had ever hoped I would. Even now I wish he was here with me. I know I will be dwelling over the phone all day, waiting for him to call me. I bite my lip, realizing this wall of his toys is going to be the death of me.

When I come out of Odin’s room, I’m staring at the bedroom across from me. I contemplate whether or not to peek inside, but it’s locked. Curiosity eats at me. I head downstairs. My purse and car keys are on the breakfast nook where I left them, along with the dishes from last night. I wash them and leave them in the drainer out of good habit. I remember Odin mentioning coffee, and it sounds dumb, but I pour some down the drain to make it look as though I have had some. I want him to know I appreciate it, but it feels weird lingering around his house without him.

Before heading out I check my phone. I have two missed calls from Erica, a missed call from Rick, and the call from Jeff that I declined last night. None of them bothered to leave voice mails. I manually hit the button to open the garage door and pull my car out. Zero part of me wants to go home as I drive down the street toward my house.

Chapter 19
A Glimpse of Hell

I come down my street just in time to see Angela pulling out of my driveway in her Escalade. Thankfully, she is headed in the other direction or she might run me off the road. Rick’s truck is taking up my spot in the driveway, and attached to the back is a U-haul trailer. Looks like Erica is moving out. I stroll inside and Rick is helping Erica with some boxes. I smile at both of them. Erica ignores me, and Rick regards me shortly.

Aside from the fact that I have slept with Odin, which they don’t even know about, what right do they have to be mad at me? Are they really so blind that they can’t see the same flaws in Jaime that I do? What do they expect me to do? Suddenly it dawns on me that I still haven’t looked through the envelope of papers Rick left for me. Right now I could use any excuse to hide in my room while they finish up in the house.

The envelope is still sitting on my dresser. I take it, sitting down on the armchair in the corner of my room. I pull out the three clippings that are stapled together.

It’s a missing person’s report for a 15 year old girl named Katelyn Turner. It shows her school photo. The picture shows her with auburn hair, green eyes and glasses, and she’s chubby, but in a cute way. “Police search for Katelyn Turner missing since Sunday April 12, 2001. Last seen leaving a friend’s house.” The article goes on to give a description of Turner and the kind of person she was. Chess club, water polo, etc. There is also a note from her father: “Please help me find my daughter. She’s diabetic and is insulin dependent. If you have any information please come forward.” It goes on for a few pages about how to contact local police in New Orleans.

The next stapled post is an update on the still missing teenager. Authorities called off the search in the New Orleans area, following leads that suggested she was abducted Sunday, April 12
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between the hours of 7 to 10 pm. Police were still asking anyone with information about Ms. Turner to please come forward. The last post in this staple is another update. Authorities believed Ms. Turner’s disappearance may have been linked to the abduction of Tracy Gold, a 20-year old woman from Monroe who was last seen at the mall in New Orleans November 20
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, six months prior to Turner’s disappearance. “Police have little leads, but have informed the FBI of the possible correlation.” Again they encourage anyone with any information in regards to both these women, to please come forward.

I pull out the next paper and it’s another missing person. Sheila Hardy, age 17, last seen on Friday June 10
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, 2000. It gives the same sort of description, encouraging anyone with information to come forward. They believed this abduction to be related to the others and were encouraging all women in and around New Orleans to be safe, and not to travel alone. “Search and rescue teams scour the bay area for clues and or remains, but recover nothing thus far.”

The next paper is the same. Missing girl, Lily Brighten, 16, last seen on August 4
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, 2000. I’m puzzled and getting tired of trying to figure out what the hell Rick thought I’d get out of this. I walk over to the bed and dump the envelope out. It’s all missing girls, about eight in total. One sticks out from 1995. Diana Swift, age 40, goes missing. “Police question the husband, a known gang affiliate, Jacob Swift who claims his wife had talked about leaving and abandoning her family in the months prior to her disappearance. Authorities speculate as to why Diana would leave behind her 8-year old son, but have no leads to suggest foul play.”

This must be Odin’s mom. Was she abducted by the same man who abducted all these other girls? She’s a lot older than the rest, I notice as I skim back through the other papers. Why is Rick showing me this? Why does he even have these?

I scatter for answers, reading the next paper. “Jacob Swift, father, and known affiliate of the Devil’s Bandit motorcycle gang, goes missing after series of young female abductions. Authorities question Jacob Odin Swift Jr., age 16, as to the last known whereabouts of his father. Swift says his father often stayed out late and was a well-known alcoholic in the local bars. He claims he thought nothing to be suspicious when his father didn’t return that night. Swift Jr., whose mother went missing in 1995, plans to move west and put the loss of both parents behind him. Authorities question multiple other members of the Devil’s Bandits and conclude that Jacob Swift, Sr. was last seen leaving The Boat House Bar and Grill the night of October 6
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. One member tells police he tried to offer an intoxicated Swift a ride, but was declined.”

Another post from October 10
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where an abandoned car that was previously lit on fire has been found near Sheep Creek Rd. Authorities believed the car belonged to Jacob Swift, Sr. who was found missing on October 6
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. “Fire leaves no forensic evidence, but leads the FBI to further question Jacob Swift Jr., and other Devils Bandit affiliates, on the basis of foul play. Local police search Swift residence and hold Swift’s son, Jacob Swift, Jr. for questioning. No evidence leads to an arrest.”

The most recent post is from 2003 and reads, “It has been two years since the disappearance of Devil’s Bandit member Jacob Swift, Sr. Since then there have been no new abductions. Coincidence? Detective Ron Sparks from the New Orleans police force says that there may be a correlation. However, since there have been no new leads in over a year’s time and no bodies have been recovered, there is no proof to say whether or not Jacob Swift, Sr. had any direct relation to the eight girls that went missing in Louisiana and the surrounding states from 1999-2001. The FBI is still strongly encouraging anyone with any information to please contact the missing persons hotline.”

I have the sudden urge to throw up. Odin’s dad abducted these girls or had something to do with it. That’s why Odin hates him. That’s why the club turned him into dinner for hungry alligators. That’s what Rick has been trying to tell me. Of course, he can’t just indulge me with an ancient history lesson. But these clippings are public record. I could have sought them out myself if I wanted to. I carefully place all the papers back into the envelope and take a seat before I fall over.

Odin’s father is the Devil. What did he do with those girls? Does Odin know? Oh my God, does this have something to do with why he feels the need to tie torture into sex? That would be so fucked up. I can feel myself get nauseous and I rest my head in my hands. I knew Odin hated his past, but I had no idea it was this dark. Now I know why he doesn’t want to talk about it. I curl into a ball in my armchair, and rock myself.

Billy, I need you. My life is so fucked up and it’s only getting darker. I need to see your face. I need you to tell me that everything is going to be okay. I need you to care. I don’t have anyone I can go to with all this except you. Why have you abandoned me?

There’s a knock on my door. I try to shake the sickening feeling inside me as I open it. Rick is standing outside the doorway and I can hear Erica still packing things into boxes. I’m relieved that Rick and I are not alone.

“Hey. I was just going through the papers you left for me. I’m finished if you’d like them back.”

Rick nods.

I take a few steps back into my room and grab the envelope from off the bed, handing it to Rick who is now standing just inside my room. He’s glaring at me and the look in his eye makes me nervous. Rick has the same way of intimidation as Jaime.

“Noticed you didn’t come home last night,” he says, irritating me. That’s none of his God damn business.

“Yeah, Kelli and I had a few drinks. I left my car downtown and spent the night with her.” I cover my tracks, feeling like he’s stalking me, probably because Jaime asked him to. It’s something Jaime would do.

“You lied to me about not leaving Jaime,” he says accusingly, trying to bully me.

“Things changed.”

“What things?” Rick is being ridiculously nosy.

“You should ask Jaime.” I try hard not to let on that my heart is racing as Rick’s eyes blaze down at me, angry and untamed.

“I’m asking
you
,” he sneers. Rick has the look of I’ll kill you, so don’t fuck with me.

“I found out he’s been cheating on me. In fact I found a picture of him with another woman,” I say disgusted. I should have kept the photograph, although I hardly doubt it would faze Rick. I’m sure this isn’t news to him.

“Things happen. It’s nothing you two can’t work out,” Rick says as if he knows that’s not really why I left. Either he’s in on Jaime’s deal and is covering his own ass, or he knows about it and he’s covering Jaime’s ass. Either way, I’m not letting on that I know anything about Sergio and the Kings. Odin could lose his patch for holding out information, and if Rick found out that I was the one who told Odin, I’m as good as dead.

“That’s funny. You were pretty mad when you came over here a few weeks ago, accusing me of cheating on Jaime with Odin. But the fact that I can prove Jaime is cheating on me is something I should just work out?” I throw his own words back at him.

“You sure there’s nothing else you want to tell me?” Rick knows, and he’s not leaving till I admit it. He must have talked to Jaime. A spark of fear rushes through me!
Think fast, Delilah!

“There are a lot of things I would like to tell you, but it’s not my business. If you have questions, you’ll have to ask Jaime. Although, I get the feeling you already know the answers. All I can do for Jaime right now is keep my mouth shut, which is exactly what I’ve been doing and what I plan to continue doing! In the meantime, I intend to do whatever I have to do to keep others doing the same. Contrary to what Jaime might think, I’m trying to help him, but he’s dug himself a pretty big hole this time.”

This makes it sound like I’m sleeping with Odin in exchange for keeping this information a secret. I make Odin look like a monster rather than the knight in shining armor who has saved me from this fucked up situation that I called a marriage. I hope he won’t be angry with me. I haven’t mentioned his name, though clearly Rick already knows.

Rick eyes me speculatively, looking over his shoulder to see if Erica is around, which she isn’t. “You better pray to your lucky stars your plan works. If anything happens to my son because of leaked information, I will sick the wolves on that pretty backside of yours, love.” Rick’s green eyes are filled with warning.

I stare back at him, with the words “Fuck You” written behind my big brown eyes. I don’t blink, I don’t sway. I’m scared, but I know better than to let it show. Rick can smell fear.

“You’re just like Jaime, blaming everyone but him for what he did wrong!” Having spent the night with Odin has given me some superhuman confidence to stand up to Rick.

He doesn’t like it and he slaps me hard across the face! I fall onto my bedroom floor. I want to tell him to get the fuck out of my house, but I don’t have to. Rick tucks his envelope full of newspaper clippings under his arm, and turns around to leave. As soon as he and Erica are gone I lock my doors. Plopping down on the couch I re-evaluate my life at the moment. I’m divorcing my husband, the coke addict. He not only cheated on me, but started dealing with a rival gang, which could easily get us both killed. His family has the nerve to blame me and his psychotic father just threatened to kill me, which I have no doubt he will. To top it off, the man I have been fucking to have some sort of a safety net was apparently raised by an even bigger psychopath who abducted multiple women that were never found. On that note, the sexual preferences of my newfound lover are most likely in some way directly related to the psychopathic tendencies of his father. Happy Thursday and fuck my life!