Belladonna Dreams, page 1
Belladonna Dreams
Hadena James
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Belladonna Dreams
Hadena James
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Table of Contents
Also By Hadena James
Nightclub
One
Two
Three
Four
Amber
Five
Six
Seven
Eight
Nine
Headlines
Ten
Eleven
Twelve
Thirteen
Fourteen
Opportunities
Fifteen
Sixteen
Seventeen
Eighteen
Nineteen
Maya Hudson
Twenty
Twenty-One
Twenty-Two
Twenty-Three
Twenty-Four
Pain
Twenty-Five
Twenty-Six
Twenty-Seven
Twenty-Eight
The Fortress
Twenty-Nine
Thirty
Thirty-One
Thirty-Two
Helena
Thirty-Three
Thirty-Four
Nyleena
Epilogue
About The Author
Also By Hadena James
Dreams & Reality Novels
Tortured Dreams
Elysium Dreams
Mercurial Dreams
Explosive Dreams
Cannibal Dreams
Butchered Dreams
Summoned Dreams
Battered Dreams
Belladonna Dreams
The Brenna Strachan Series
Dark Cotillion
Dark Illumination
Dark Resurrections
Dark Legacies
The Dysfunctional Chronicles
The Dysfunctional Affair
The Dysfunctional Valentine
The Dysfunctional Honeymoon
The Dysfunctional Proposal
The Dysfunctional Holiday
Short Story Collection
Tales to Read Before the End of the World
Nightclub
Arsenic would have been too obvious because the effects would have been too horrific for his work, so instead, he settled on belladonna. The poison mimicked the effects of being drunk or on XTC, or both. That worked for him. There was no need to give away too many clues, at least not in the beginning.
Eventually, they might figure it out. Maybe. Poison was traditionally a woman’s choice for a murder weapon. Lucas would know that, and that overly important Aislinn Cain would know that as well. Not that she would have used poison. Oh no, the great sociopathic crime fighter was more inclined to kill with a blade. Even with witnesses, she had disemboweled her last victim.
An attractive young lady out with a group of friends stood at a table near him. She would be his first, the first of many. He needed at least five even to think about catching the attention of the SCTU. Also, he had to worry about the VCU catching the case instead, and that would be problematic.
However, he had a plan. One that would shock them all. A single event, claiming the lives of several women. That would get someone’s attention.
He had chosen this bar because it was special. There were no cameras because he knew the owners. He had once investigated them.
As he watched, a waitress in a short skirt and a top that was too small, began to sashay over to the young lady he had singled out. A fresh round of drinks for her and her friends that were no doubt bought by some man looking to dip his stick in one of their holes tonight. The guy was out of luck. Other plans had been made for the ladies.
All he had to do was wait. Wait for the table sentinel to wander off, leaving their drinks unattended. The sentinel was growing uncomfortable in her chair. She was shifting more. Soon, she would have to go to the bathroom. While they had taken turns dancing and using the restroom, the lone sentinel had yet to go. She had been in the club for more than two hours, and now the time was coming.
Her eyes darted around furtively, checking to see if someone was giving her table or friends too much attention. The look landed on her friends out on the dance floor. They were too involved in the music to realize that she wanted their attention.
She waited as long as she could. Finally, she gave in, leaving their table unattended. He got up, walked to the table quickly and squeezed the dropper he had filled into their drinks, and was back at his table in less than a minute. No one had noticed him. He had touched nothing except his glass of whiskey on the rocks. He left a twenty to pay for his last drink and tip his waitress, then left.
The ride home was uneventful. Once there, he stood in front of the mirror. It was amazing what some rubber and make-up could do. First, he pulled off the dark brown wig. His long, naturally black hair shined in the light. Second, he began to peel away the base of his disguise. The rubber skin was lighter than his real flesh. As it peeled away, it revealed reddish brown skin that kept a perfect tan all year. Then, he removed the contacts, changing his eyes from a deep blueish grey to the more natural brown. He washed his hands, removing the make-up that covered them, making them pale. Next came the tips of his fingers, peeling off the fake fingerprints. Finally, he moved from standing in front of the mirror to sitting in the wheelchair that supposedly confined his body.
It had taken three hours to become the man he saw in the mirror and it took less than an hour to make him disappear. It was disposable. Alejandro Gui went into the hallway where he ditched his disguise and picked up the trash bag. He rolled through the house to the back door, taking the trash bag out and tossing it into the fire pit, it didn’t take long for the coals to heat up. He threw a few pieces of wood onto it as the flames roared to life, melting the evidence of his crime.
Next, he tossed in several types of plastic: two milk jugs, three two-liter containers for soda, a few Gatorade bottles, and some empty cleaning supply bottles. The smoke that billowed up was pitch black. Alejandro rolled away from it.
“Burning your trash?” His sister’s voice startled him.
“Yeah, I decided it was about time to get rid of some of the stuff that had been piling up for recycling. The bottles with chemicals make interesting colors,” he answered.
“And toxic fumes.” His sister moved him back a little further from the fire. “I thought I saw you pull up. Did you have a good time tonight?”
“Oh, yeah, it’s always so much fun to check the fences. It’s the most exciting part of my life.” He smiled at her.
“Hey, it could be worse. You could be stuck in this house doing nothing.” She pointed at the house.
The nation built it to accommodate his physical condition. In return, Alejandro checked the fences that held the nation’s large herd of cattle and their stock of goats. It wasn’t a great job and the pay sucked, but with his disability from the government, he didn’t really need any money from the nation. However, they didn’t want him to think he was living off their charity. They understood the pride of a man.
What they didn’t understand was his anger. Emotion dominated his entire life. The hatred ate at him, swallowing his soul.
The source was Aislinn Cain, the little know-it-all college student that liked to play with monsters, had ended his career. She had put him in this chair; the chair that he had overcome only out of sheer determination. She might not have injected him with the arsenic, but she was at fault. Her fucked up family’s pedigree was what had led him down the path to exposure to the poison.
Now, she was the media’s sweetheart. She was the hero. She was the one they liked to splash on the front page of newspapers. She had not only nearly killed him, but she had stolen his spotlight. It used to be him, with his beautiful hair and perfect features that graced the front page of newspapers. The reporters had wanted to interview him with his great voice to get sound bites to air on the major news.
Now, they wanted her. She acted as if she didn’t want it. She acted as if the media was a chore, a nuisance, something to be avoided. However, Alejandro had been there, and he knew how wonderful all that attention was. There was no way that she actually disliked it.
With him gone, she had managed to put a puppet in charge of the SCTU. That FBI agent with the sexy lips and red hair, a real smooth talker. Aislinn Cain had enthralled him. There was no doubt they were sleeping together. She probably dictated which serial kille
One
“Incompetence runs wild, like hedgehogs,” I told Lucas.
“Hedgehogs?” Lucas asked.
“I know, I am now picturing little hedgehog armies attacking hamster villages to loot and pillage. I had something better to insert, but suddenly could not think of it and hedgehog just popped out.”
“Thanks, now I’m picturing hedgehog armies attacking villages filled with hamsters. I have never even seen a live hedgehog.”
“Me either,” I admitted. “So why are we attempting another barbecue?”
Lucas and I were meat shopping. I did not understand why Gabriel insisted on having get togethers. We worked together. We saw each other all the time. We all lived on the same street even. However, my complaints about incompetence had nothing to do with Gabriel or barbecues, and everything to do with people not being able to park.
“Because it is important for us to do things together that do not include blood and gore.”
“So, I should not ask for my steak to be cooked rare?” I raised an eyebrow.
“That’s not the same,” Lucas said.
“Blood is blood, whether from human or cow.”
“Stop being obstinate. Have your mooing steak; it will be fine.”
“What are we supposed to get besides a million steaks?” I asked. There had been a list at some point, but I had no idea what had happened to it.
“It’s not a million steaks, it’s twelve. Instead of picking an argument, pick out your steak.” Lucas pointed at the butcher’s cabinet. “Oh, that’s the problem. You’re cranky that the VCU is going to be there.”
“Shut up and pick out some steaks.” I pointed at the cabinet.
I was indeed cranky that the members of the VCU were going to be there. My life was compartmentalized. While the VCU was work, Malachi was personal, so ne’er the twain shall meet in my opinion. This was impossible, to be sure, since we both worked for the federal government chasing serial killers. However, since I had become a US Marshal, we had not really hung out. When we did, I tasered him, mostly because he was a jackass, but some part of me just enjoyed it. A lot.
There was serious doubt that any of my teammates were going to let me Taser Malachi during a barbecue. Unless he did something incredibly stupid, like propose marriage again, then they might let me.
“What do you think?” Lucas asked.
“What?” I blinked at him a few times.
“I love it when you are riveted by my every word. For Xavier’s girl, what do you think? Should we go with a KC Strip or a Porterhouse?”
“I thought she was a vegetarian.” I frowned.
“Oh, I…” Lucas paused, “…I don’t honestly know. I’ll get her a strip and a veggie burger or something.”
“Like Gabriel will let you taint his precious grill with a veggie burger.”
There were staples at Gabriel’s barbecues: steaks, corn on the cob, and portabella mushroom tops seasoned and filled with cheese and a dab of butter. These three items cooked on the grill. Everyone was responsible for bringing a side dish. I grabbed a Porterhouse for Malachi, a T-Bone for my mother, and a good-looking New York Strip for myself.
“You live in Kansas City, so get a KC Strip,” Lucas teased.
“I am really hungry,” I answered. We finished our search for steaks to toss on the grill and moved on. I filled the cart with different kinds of potato chips.
“Old Fashioned Potato Salad or Mustard Potato Salad?” Lucas asked.
“Coleslaw,” I answered.
“I don’t remember that being a choice.”
“I do not know why you would ask my opinion on potato salad.” I reached around him and grabbed a container of pre-made coleslaw. I also grabbed a container of white potato salad instead of yellow. We grabbed stuff for a regular salad, an apple pie, a German Chocolate cake, a Chocolate Silk pie and assorted cupcakes. I was not sure why we needed all the desserts, but like the potato salad, I was probably the only one that did not know why we needed it.
The cashier gave us a funny look as she rang up our cart full of crap. The thing was nearly overflowing with food, beer, soda, and tea. We had gotten stuff to make homemade ice cream, and strawberry or mango peach margaritas. I had to work really hard not to let my mouth fall open when the cashier gave us the total.
The price of food bought at a grocery store often shocked me. Left to my own devices, I lived on spaghetti, popcorn, and take-out. It was actually cheaper for me to eat this way, although it was not always healthy. Buying real food always reminded me of how expensive the world was to live in.
We had stopped doing potluck and instead just taken up a collection for sides. No one was ever sure of anything that came out of Xavier’s kitchen. For a doctor, he was a slob. The only time he was sterile was when he was working, although honestly, Xavier was a slob by all standards.
Nyleena was on vacation this week. My normal leash holder would not be around. I did not do well with new people. The only new person would be Xavier’s girlfriend, but that was enough.
“Did we get food for the new one?”
“If you mean Wendy, the answer is yes,” Lucas said.
“Wendy? As in the fast food chain?”
“I don’t believe they are related. They just happen to have the same first name.”
“It works. Xavier is a little bit like Peter Pan.”
“How? He doesn’t fly. He grew up. He doesn’t use fairy dust. So, tell me how Xavier is like Peter Pan?”
“They are both brain damaged.” I shrugged.
“I’m not going to ask. I have a feeling this is a lot like the hedgehogs from earlier.”
“Oh, come on, he flew around and fought with swords. He had to have lots of head injuries. Besides, what boy does not want to grow up? Obviously, he was brain damaged.”
“Ace, I love you. Please stop talking.”
“Deep down, you know I am right.” I put the cart away. We both climbed into my car. It roared to life, making enough noise to wake the dead. It had recently gotten a tune-up and sounded like a monster. I still was not sure about the new muffler. It seemed to get a lot of attention. This was not the car for someone trying to keep a low profile to begin with, and the muffler was not making it any easier.
Neither was the stereo system that had recently become possessed. The volume turned itself up and down. That was the original reason it had gone to the shop. They had talked me into a new muffler, a complete service, and new tires. The stereo was currently blaring Das Letzte Streichholz by Oomph! Lucas attempted to turn it down and it stayed that way until I pulled out of the parking lot, at which point, the stereo turned itself all the way back up.
“I thought you were getting this fixed?” Lucas shouted over the music.
“I did,” I shouted back.
“Can’t tell,” Lucas shouted as the volume turned itself all the way down.
“See, fixed.” I shrugged.
“Yes, I was missing the sound of the muffler for a moment,” Lucas rolled his eyes. “You realize you got hosed, right?”
“Big time.” I turned another corner. The radio stayed blissfully quiet while we drove back to Gabriel’s house.
I put on my best happy face, which looked a lot like a frown and steeled myself. Caleb Green was going to be there. I really liked Caleb. He was a nice guy who controlled Malachi exceptionally well. Unfortunately, I was beginning to suspect that Caleb had an interest in me. That was going to make our relationship complicated. Most men did not understand what asexual meant.
Wendy Davidson was a tall brunette with big blue eyes, long legs, perfect teeth, and breasts the size of watermelons. She was smart enough to keep up with the conversation, which was better than most of Xavier’s girlfriends. However, it was obvious that Xavier had no interest in her brainpower.
It was also obvious that Wendy was not very interested in Xavier’s brainpower, his personality, or his looks. This left two things. She was interested in getting in with a cop, we had groupies just like serial killers, or she was interested in the short life span and nice fat benefit package.
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