All Chapters of Black Mail: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

"Time heals all wounds, I presume." The interviewer said, getting comfortable on my turquoise Serena and Lily armchair in my lounge room. "That doesn't apply to me. In fact, what wounds can I heal when I don't remember a damn thing when I was young. The media covered this already. What more information do you want?" I said nonchalantly, blowing at my cigarette. The interviewer too

"Look! I have a four year old son at home, alone. He's waiting for me. So, can we make this quick?" I lied for the fortieth time that day, in the most sweetest voice I could manage. The man still won't budge. I was frustrated. I rubbed the sides of my head with my thumbs, head facing down then looked back at him. 

Xander's POV  I had already anaesthetized Becca when Dr. Baldowski walked in. Without much further ado, we connected the machine and set up. We placed nodes on her forehead, at the back of her neck and somewhere between her root hairs on the scalp. "This is it!" I said as I took the specialised hospital drill.

Becca's POV  White, bright blinding light! Heavy breathing! Pain at the back of my head, throbbing. It took a while before I familiarised with my surroundings. I was in Xander's lab, laying surprisingly on a comfortable bed, a gas mask masking my nose and mouth.I stretched my hand towards my head to try and massage it.

After two long weeks of recovery and two long weeks of Xander's boring company, I got back to my usual routine. Waking up, having a long cold shower, wearing something dark that matches my personality and showing up at LAPD if I didn't have any interesting engagement. Boring? You'll get used to it. "Good to have you back, sunshine." Marlon acknowledged as he appeared through the door to his office, a file in hand. 

 Stood outside of the large grey LAPD building and taking in the fresh air, staring at nothing in particular. The damp air inside the building was making me nauseous. How do the cops survive in there? Or was it just me? My phone suddenly buzzed in my front jean pocket, jolting me out of my daze. I took it out and looked at the caller ID. 

I picked a lollipop from the lollipop jar I always keep by my door as I entered my house, slumping on my settee. I was just from the coffee shop after been bailed. Guess I just didn't rethink my plans. Never before have my plans failed. The guy I was dealing with at the moment was different. It's like he knew my every move, knew what I was thinking or what I was to say. That explains the constant interruptions. Maybe he had heard the lines one to many times but he was manly and mature enough to finish the sentences in his head rather than blurt them out like a five year old. 

 "Becca! Becca! Wake up!-Goddamn it! Wake up, Becca! You've never slept in." Someone said in my ear, stroking me lightly.  As far as I was concerned, I lived alone and no one but Xander and the police knew. I didn't open my eyes because I thought I was dreamin

  I stared at my reflection in the mirror. I had on a short, two-piece, black bodycon dress with a slit on my left side for flexibility. I was left-handed in writing and in fighting. The slit was an added advantage.  I accompanied my look with some light make-up, peach lip gloss and black ey

I needed a drink. I filled my wine glass then made my way to the said table. I picked a random chair and sat, waiting nervously. I quickly regained my composure when four handsome men walked towards me.I leaned on the chair and sipped from my glass, plastering a smile