The Society

station for further questions while some are told to stay in town. I’m one of the few on my way to the dingy office downtown. Sitting in the cemented room with one wall of glass, I tap my fingers on the steel table. It’s hot in here, but I won’t let them see me sweating, it’s a tactic to get me to talk. I won’t though, I've been tortured before in order to break me. I broke more often than not, my father only making it harder and harder to survive, it was needed however. How else would you teach your children not to spill everything to just anyone? The time ticks by based on what my watch shows. Two hours later and the door opens, two detectives sitting across from me. “Mr. Johnson, I want to offer you a deal,” the one on the left tells me. He’s crazy if he thinks I would ever accept any kind of deal.

Leaning back in the uncomfortable plastic chair, I wait for him to go, for him to tell me what they want so badly they will try to tempt fate. Clearing his throat, he tosses down a stack of photos taken from the venue’s camera system. Glancing down at them, I look back at him, my stare never wavering, “What do you want a cookie? Bravo, you know how to collect photographs from a security system.” Pointing at one particular image, I follow his finger and see Quinn leaving the hallway minutes before the crowd is there finding Katy’s body. I don’t let my unease show, instead, I act as if I’m bored and calmly say the word lawyer.

Tossing my phone on the table that was taken when I got here, the one detective taps the table and sighs, “I don’t think she did it, but unless we find someone else to pin it on… She’s going down for murder.” Waiting for them to leave, I don’t call instead I send out a text to my attorney, police station Quinn and Sebastian. My phone rings a minute later, his name lighting up my screen, “Give me five. Don’t speak to anyone.” Hanging up the phone, it’s not a full five minutes later when they are walking through the door, my attorney behind them and next to him is Quinn. She doesn’t look shaken, instead she looks like the Raynor she is, poised, powerful, and unfazed her surroundings.

Climbing into the car behind her, I tuck her under my arm and hold her as Mason explains what they are attempting to do. “They are working the angle that Ms. Raynor killed the Drake girl because she was a jealous lover. They can’t prove anything, but they are trying. I don’t care if you did, Ms. Raynor, I’ll have this taken care of by morning either way,” he does on and on. Turning around in the passenger seat, he hands me a piece of paper. Glancing at it, I sigh as Quinn sits up, our marriage certificate paperwork. It’s only missing our signatures and those of our witnesses. “Get married. Tonight. All you need is to scribe your names, and I’ll handle the rest. You can’t testify against your spouse and right now, that’s what we will use to keep you both out of jail.”

Parking outside of my home, Quinn and I jump out and make our way up the steps, “Happy wedding day,” I quip. Sighing, she stops at the base of the stairs leading up to my room and reaches into the pocket of my slacks retrieving a pen, quickly signing her name to the paper. “Happy wedding day, Seb,” she mutters as she makes her way up to my room. Reading over the certificate, I scribble my own name. I’ll give her the wedding of her dreams once this is over with. Calling Julianna and another maid into the office, I slide the paper to them, “Sign, please.”

Chapter Nine

Quinn

It’s not the wedding I dreamed about, it’s not even the day I would have chosen. Regardless I am now, Penelope Quinn Johnson, and I hadn’t even made him sign the prenup that had been sitting on my vanity for months. I wasn’t even sorry for that; I hadn’t wanted the damn thing in the first place. I trusted Sebastian, even if he shouldn’t trust me. Slipping out of my gown, I lay it across the chair and step into the shower. I needed to wash away the filth of the night, and the memories of her scared eyes.

The door opens and I feel the cold air mix with the heat of the water just before his arms wrap around my waist turning me to him. “Are you alright?” Sebastian questions, his hands roaming my naked and soapy body. Nodding, I move closer to him, “I will be. I don’t want to talk about her on our wedding night. I want you to make love to your wife.” Lathering his body, he watches as I rinse the soap off myself and leave him standing alone. It’s not long before he joins me in the bedroom, both of us naked and hungry for each other.

Laying on the bed, I look at him as he moves towards me. It’s like a cat-and-mouse game, me waiting to be attack all while he stalks his prey. Kissing up my legs, he stops as he flicks my clit with his tongue. It’s almost punishing as he works my body, his fingers push inside of me and my back bows off the bed as I moan. Slipping them out of me, he brings them to his mouth, sucking them clean. Nipping at my skin as he moves up, he groans when he starts to thrust inside.

“Condom,” I say just before he sinks completely into me.

Glaring at me while he pulls back just to drive in harder than before, Sebastian bites at my neck punctuating every word, “Why? Has someone else had a taste of my pussy?”

Shaking my