Chapter 23

• Chapter Twenty Three
• Damien sat in the wicker chair by the window and watched as his object of obsession slept on the massive bed, the silver-blue light of the moon fell perfectly on her exposed skin. She looked like a beauty out of a fairytale—a grown horny man’s version of a fairytale. She was on her belly facing him, some of her hair fell over her face her beautiful smooth sculptured hand resting on the pillow beside her. The covers rode low around her hips exposing her back that called for his touch. She’d kicked some of it in an attempt to cool off after their recent session of love making, exposing one long, tempting leg. She looked so beautiful, gentle, innocent and defenseless. His mind was having trouble marrying Ellsa Jabari and Tasha Turner. They might share the same body, but they were not the same woman. But she was still his Victoria Secret in bed. She was the same uninhibited and passionate lover that had starred in many of his fantasies after their weekend in that hotel room in Miami.
• He needed to figure out why she had a sudden lapse of insanity, as Ellie called it, and turned homicidal. What happened to her between the time she escaped from the loony bin and the day she woke up from her coma caused by a supposed car accident. A whole two months unaccounted for, but he was sure there were two people who could answer that for him because they most definitely helped her escape. There was no way she could have just slipped out without anyone noticing. There were no break-ins or out so that meant she walked right out the front door. Being a genius afforded him with some skills to hack into the FBI undetected with his laptop and snoop around. During that snoop, he also got the name of her supposed last victim—Tom Turner.