A Picture of Murder

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"Still nothing?" I asked as we rambled through Rafael's office. Finally, we were in, and still, I could not find the keys to the fucking safe. The motherfuckers was smart I give him that. He had a safe within a safeβ€”one with a code and another one with a key.

"No, and we have torn this whole fucking office apart. The bitches and his too. If the keys weren't with him, she has to have it on her person." He said, running his hands down his face. None of that made any sense because if Danielle knew what was in the safe, she wouldn't be running.

Then again, maybe she didn't know what was behind it. Rafael was a private person and rarely shared shit with anyone. His own wife barely knew shit about him until the last minute. It was the same with his colleagues.

"I give the fuck up. SHIT!"

"Don't you say that, don't you fucking say that shit?" I say, pacing the fucking room running my hands through my hair in frustration. I wasn't about to give up, not now or later. The cops had nothing, and I was searching until I couldn't anymore.

"Look, the cops know nothing. It's has been months hell three months away from a year..."

"Yeah, I fucking know, and our only scapegoat was dropped of all charges months ago due to the two people you were sure would put her behind bars. Anyway, where is your favorite detective now?"

We glared at each other for a moment before breaking the contact, searching the room once more. "He quit his job something about feeling guilty about blaming the wrong fucking person. I heard he was the one protecting Danni. I'm not sure."

I was. I saw the two of them leave Georgia together. That is how I knew where they went, but I had to wait until their house was completely empty before searching it. Still, I found nothing in a there sweet little home in Alaska, and now they are gone again. To where I have no earthly idea.

"It doesn't matter if he's protecting her or not. Someone else is helping her besides Witness Protection. There is nothing in the systems about their whereabouts or the fact they are in the fucking program."

"Well, you the one that works in that field, not I. Shit, I did my part, and now I say we sat back for a while. It's been seven months since they disappeared from Alaska. I think it is clear they are not in the United States, and if they are, whoever is helping them has them hidden well. The case is about to turn cold, and until your stupid ass people realize it is something behind that picture and wall, we are safe."

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"It's cold out there, Renzo. I rather stay in and watch movies." Danielle whined, putting on her coat while I put Jaiden in his. Today I promise her I would show her around Milan since I had the next two weeks off.

"Bambino (baby), it's wintertime course it's cold," I said, making her smile, calling her baby. Over the past three months, the two of us have grown close. I accepted that I was a forty-five-year-old man that finally started to fall in love with someone eighteen years younger than me.

It was scary at first. I never thought someone young enough to be my daughter could make me so fucking happy. I live to wake up seeing her smile and the little boy I now call my son, and I see me having more children with her.

"We're not staying out long. I don't want to be sick, and I sure the hell don't want Jaiden sick. Can we visit the Duomo di Milano, and the Cenacolo Vinciano. Ooooh, I want to go shopping we have the money for it. Pleaseeee Lorenzo." She begged, making me laugh and our son look at her like she was crazy.

"Why are you acting like a child right now? But yeah, we can visit those places. I thought you said it was too cold?" I said while Danielle shrugged her shoulders, walking out the door. "Your Mama is something else, Jaiden."

"What did you say to my son?" Damn, I forgot she could hear like a fucking cat. Nothing got past her until she was asleep or focused on something else. "Nothing Tesoro (sweetheart)," I said with a smile, making her squint her eyes at me pointing getting into the car.

I never understood Danielle and car rides. The woman was always quiet until I was the one that started the conversation. She would sit and stare out the window watching the building and trees pass, listening to the radio or Jaiden talking to himself.

"What's going through that head of yours today?" I asked, getting her to turn to me with a neutral look. I hated the look because I could never tell she was upset, happy, or bored. I think that was the purpose of the look.

"We've been in Italy for seven months. And for seven months, I haven't talked to or seen my family. The only communication we have is through John. Did you know he told me that Cameron was killed? The fool got drunk, set my home on fire, and ran his car into a tree. Then it's someone running around in Alaska asking questions about us. Why is this person after me?"

"I know it's hard, Danni. I haven't had contact with my family for nine months. You don't know how bad I want to pick up the phone a call my Mom. I think John sugar-coated Cameron's death. He didn't just get drunk wreaking his car. He killed his new girlfriend, her unborn child, then himself after burning down your house. Something about you ruined his life. I don't know. He was mad because he didn't have you to support him, and besides getting a job. He and his wife tried to use someone else, and she saw through it. So, he took the pussy way out. As for your question, I can't answer that."

I say, looking over to her placing my hand on her thigh as we pulled up to the Cathedral, which she quickly removed. Danielle was mad because, for the past three months, we only have had oral sex. Mainly me eating my breakfast every morning and dessert every night what I can. It's only been a few times I let her suck me off.

It wasn't like I didn't want to have sex with Danielle because I did. I didn't want to rush into anything, plus I'm waiting for the right time to tell her I loved herβ€”something I've been fighting with myself about for a month or so.

I wanted Danielle to be my wife for real, not as us running about with fake names with wedding bands. I had to ask myself, would Judge Dave William Nelson let his little princess marring an ex-convict turned cop? Yeah, I had shit in my closet as well. Fuck don't we all?

"Hey, after the museum, I said we get a bite to eat. Then a little shopping and back home." I said, and she nodded as we walked through the Cathedral hand and hand as I held Jaiden's big ass. Leave it to us to forget his stroller.

I could tell Danielle enjoyed the scenery from her settled smiles and the way her face kept lighting up. The tour lasted about an hour. Then we were on our way to the museum send another hour and something there.

Danielle's purpose was to see all of Leonardo Da Vinci's work, mainly The Last Supper. I couldn't complain. This was the first time I saw the masterpiece in person, and it was beautiful.

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It wasn't long after that we ate, did a little shopping, and were on our way home about the time it was getting dark. "I got you a Christmas present," Danielle said with a smile looking over at me, causing me to give her a goofy smile.

"Yeah, I bought yours about a month ago." Her mouth dropped open then turned into a smile, shaking her head. "Well, you get to leave the house more than I do. So, it's understandable." I shook my head, glancing over at the beautiful smile she had on her face.

My heart skipped a beat, and I truly knew I was in fucking trouble. I loved Danielle, and I hoped she felt the same about me. It would be the first time I let my guard down, and I'm hoping it is all for the right reasons.

Reaching home, Danielle disappeared to the room where she kept the Christmas gifts in, and I went to take Jaiden a bath in which he fell asleep as I was putting on his diaper. At least I knew he was feed and had a great time along with his mother.

Danielle had to be wrapping presents, leaving me alone sitting at the kitchen island looking at my phone, thinking. My finger automatically dialed Judge Nelson's number.

"This better be fucking good. I was in the middle of something. Fuck, it's my day off. Why are you assholes calling my phone?"

"Because this asshole needs your help with something."

"With what is everything okay? Are they okay?"

"I-I'm in love..." I begin before getting cut by as wife, "Give me the phone, William...You in love with my child. Is this why you are calling?" She asked, and the sound of her voice was sweet, but I could tell she meant business.

"Yes, ma'am. Look, I didn't mean for it to happen, and I know I'm eighteen years older than her, but I can't help what I feel. I tried to fight it..."

"I'm going to tell you this. I felt this was going to happen, and I don't care about the age difference because she is grown..." Nelson said, getting cut off by his wife again. "Well, I do, Will. Fuck, the man is eight years younger than us, and he's confessing his fucking love to our daughter who is young enough to be his fucking child."

I sighed. Maybe this wasn't one of my brightest ideas, but at least I know where I stood with the two of them. Right now, it seemed that her father was on my side, and her mother was against the whole shit.

"Excuse, my wife Erica seems to forget our daughter is grown and can make her own decision of who she can love. Tell her the truth about you. I regret not telling her what I knew about that baby daddy of hers. I won't mess up on this one."

"Yes, sir."

"And if you plan on proposing... oh my, I can't believe I'm saying this, I give my blessing, but if you hurt her, I will come kill your ass. I don't know where the two of you are at, but I will find you. Understand? Now dispose of that phone and take care of my daughter." Erica said. Before I could say thank you, she had hung up, making me let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

"Who were you talking to?" Danielle said, making me jump like I was doing something wrong.

"Work," I lied but not completely. I just didn't want to tell Danielle I called her parents before talking to her. I know the risky move, but I needed to hear their opinions first. "I need to talk to you."

"Okay, that doesn't sound good. Did I do something wrong?" Danielle said, taking the seat beside me, looking worried as I took her hands shaking my head. "No, it something about me that I need to talk to you about."

It started to look like she was about to cry, making me run my thumb across her cheek then pressing my lips against hers. "D-did you sleep with s-someone else?" She asked.

"Nothing like that, I promise... I-I have a past. Growing up for me wasn't like growing up for you. I told you about my Mom's parents not wanting her to be with my Dad. They thought they were going to American for a better life, but it didn't end that way."

Danielle sat there looking at me now. She was holding my hands, nodding with a small smile. "My family had nothing, and some night we would go to bed hungry. My Mom wasn't used to that or working. So, my Dad had worked his ass off and still didn't make enough to put food on the table... The government wasn't too kind to immigrants, so no welfare for us. I did what I had to do. I was a thief growing up, always in and out of jail. When I was about thirteen, the group I was running with robbed and killed this man. I tried to stop them. I never wanted anyone to die; I just needed his money..."

"This is why you became a cop?" I nodded, looking down at the floor before talking again. "Yeah, after spending my whole teenage life in a juvenile detention facility for association to murder."

Her hands cupped my face focusing me to look at her before she kissed my lips. "If you thought this would make me look at you differently, you wrong. Everyone makes mistakes. Some learn for theirs. Some don't. I-I have suicidal thoughts sometimes. Something I never told my parents, and I had no fucking idea of why I'm telling you."

I laughed, hugging her. Maybe it was for the same reason I was pouring my fucking feelings out to her. Love, at least I was hoping it was.

"You telling me because you want help, Danielle. Have you had them lately?"

"No."

"Good... You still need help with that Principessa (princess). Okay."

"You won't tell my parents?" She asked, and I shook my head no. "Danni, you are a grown woman. Somethings, your parents, shouldn't know about you," I said, making her nodded as I kissed her.

"Okay, I will do it for Jaiden and you."
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